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Ashe and McCree

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My momma fed me with a silver spoon

Too bad she and daddy never hung around

To see their baby girl grow

Into a killer soon

If you cause a problem, then I'll gun ya down

I'll stop pulling off heists when I'm dead

Never was bothered much by a price of my head

Because I love the chase

Whether I escape or I hang

Loyal to the grave - is the name of my gang

Forget the riches, this is just about the job

I'm a rebel without a cause

Runnin' from the law

When I want something done

Then I'll send in BOB (Do somethin')

We don't need another score

Yet we never stop

Got a dynamite temper, it's about to blow

My business, my rules, I run the show

And no I won't repeat myself

You can even ask Jesse

Exactly what'll happen if a lawman tests me

Bourbon on my breath

And a shiner from a barfight

Sorry pop, but I'm not fit for the farm life

Though I'm a wrongdoer

You can bet I'm armed right

Check your pocket watch

I'll bring you high noon all night

I was brought up on the

Wrong side of the tracks

I've been locked up

Even shot right in the back

I'll deal with a little misfortune

Long as I'm earning a fortune

'Cause justice and luck come

In proper proportions

Me and my partner in crime

Run a ring of outlaws

But I'm the rugged gunslinger nobody outdraws

I'll smoke you faster than a

Stogie in a showdown

Haven't you heard that I'm wanted?

Well you know now

Quickdraw for hire? I'm your huckleberry

Caution - if you spot a

Tumbleweed on the prairie

Run for cover from the crackshot

McCree's a deadeye

Way I handle this six shot - easy as pie

You call us hotheads? I'd

Say we're dead shots

No, you won't get far when

You're held up by Deadlock

Everybody needs a family - mine

Is ride or die even when we leave ya dead

The lawdog don't bat an eye

Step into my town? You better turn around

The reason why they call me Ashe

- I can burn ya down

Line up my shot, feel the noose tighten

I'll ride off in the horizon

I got the finest steed

You'll find none alike

I've even seen McCree with his eye on my bike

But the gang knows I take the reigns

Keep my cretins in line

No complainin' when I take the

Biggest piece of the pie

Raised to be a lady, but I hated the garments

'Stead of learning manners

I was training with targets

Even as a kid I kept my wit's and my fists up

Making sure I never get caught

Ready for liftoff, land all my trickshots

You don't wanna make this

Femme fatale pissed off

If you come too close, you'll fly

Then I'll turn twelve bullets

Into twelve bullseyes

Nobody's gonna lock me up and

Then collect a bounty read the belt

Fella – That’ll tell you all about me

I’m wild and calamitous

Like a buckin’ bronco

Not that I’m into fashion

But I’m bringin’ back the poncho

When I’m up against the odds

I just cock my hammer back

Take a roll, in a flash

Stop you in your tracks

Six rounds loaded - I ain’t gonna miss a shot

I’m not talkin’ whiskey - but

That would hit the spot

Sometimes I think I should

I mean we get a small commission

While she keeps all the cash

It doesn’t always have to be that way Ashe

I know we’re not a couple but you

Could at least give me half

See I’ve come up from nothing

What’s your issue? Grew up rich?

At least we both hate Overwatch

- and I’m no snitch i never told her this

But she’s sure not my type

Honestly my favorite thing about

McCree, I’m feelin’ like you’re

Questioning my leadership

Well if that’s the case

Buster you can seal your lips

‘Cause it’s my way, or my way, no highway

You want to draw on me Jesse?

You can take the die way

When it comes to that temper

I can light the fuse

I’m not tryna throw down

Unless you’d like to lose

Skin your smoke wagon

You already know what happens

Skip the talkin’ Ashe

Let’s get to the muzzle-flashin’

Ha ha ha, I’m just playin’ guys c’mon

Next round’s on me!