Die Hard

Yippee-ki-yay motherfucker
You really think you have a chance against us Mr. Cowboy
I be that debt o
Deck em out black booze
Stack a ounce
Plane crash
Lesson to smashing
Now I’m combing traffic
Stolen mic and a muscle car
Martian with a .44
Just a crazed caveman who came and settled the score
My odds beat the
Barrel of a gun
Hotter than hell
That’s all a flare stare
Just a son of the sun
Surviving of me is the ride full I cease
Solitaire unravels
I’m a masterpiece
The clones roam cattle prone underneath the streets
They under the radar
Underground in my tea
I’m a combat zone
Less is learned for the years
I burn buried a urn
Shape-shift the microchips learn
I’m made in my prime while you safe in your cellphone
I’m raiding your shelves
I’m running your house down
Play somebody else
This shit be easy to me
I got no reason to leave
I’m four and I unless you died
Then you finally free