#hopeless #prettyhopeless #secondhandhalopoetry #gnfnr #shady #offo #bars #lyrical #rapfamedaily #playlist exit stage left its round 2 theres the bell now youll fall under my spell as i spell your lyrical hell watch as i buy and sell your lyrical life like a commodity now ive got everyone looking like you were an oddity you were all luck and all duck and im a duck hunter the stunt punter that utters these rhyme stutters that melt like butter now im fucking you up as i knock you downtown in this ghost town with my hopeless sound that breaks you down as i take you to poundtown soundtown its high noon at the tune saloon. chorus---- im a lyrical gunfighter call me billy the kid cuz i get vicious like sid with my lyrical rigged sig sauer this is so sweet its sour this is your final hour as im delivering your twist of fate on the date of your death ill steal your breath i fill out your tombstone with my stone ice cold i already got the fight sold cuz im capone after the tone and these lines hit like a slug straight to the dome im a dead draw lyrical outlaw im quick and i leave em dead i kill at will for chills and thrills using this lyrical lead from my head i use my will to write your will and jack all these jills while i show these skills that are rare and ill i scar and kill peAked and pilled til your overdose on your fucking fill im a lyrical gunfighter call me billy the kid cuz i get vicious like sid with my lyrical rigged sig sauer this is so sweet its sour this is your final hour as im delivering your fate on the date of your death if you cant hang hit the door exit stage left im just the toxic dope to grade you like a slope ill take your heart ill take your name and take my wife twice just because im insane i play my cards right let me hit this right tonight underneath the bright lights its lucrAtive to live and die live at one mintue to midnight im a lyrical gunfighter call me billy the kid cuz i get vicious like sid with my lyrical rigged sig sauer this is so sweet its sour this is your final hour as im delivering your fate on the date of your death if you cant hang hit the door exit stage left this is the wicked wild west and im the wicked riled best that leaves the rest at rest as i start to crest this is a lyrical gunfight under the stars tonight ill spark the fire with this bite as i reinvent the game of hip hop as i trip hop to the tip top falling over my two left feet im swimming with the sharks and now im in deep and the consequences are steep if you make a peep bc you reap what you sow and you sow what you reap im a lyrical outlaw call me billy the kid cuz i get vicious like sid with my lyrical rigged sig sauer this is so sweet its sour this is your final hour im delivering your fate on the date of your death if you cant hang hit the door exit stage left . pretty hopeless wrote this second hand halo poetry and you kno its me in hopeless romantic 23 its time to go.....exit stage left were out.