Last of a Dying Breed

I gotta 12 gauge pump in the shotgun seat Six rounds in the barrel lookin for a little heat Got the pedal pushed down doin' 90 in a 50 and I'm dying tryna give a damn Well I usually don't get stirred up like this But I'm tired of the fake love and all the fake shit If you ain't riding with me Get the fuck out of my way I ain't got time for the lame shit today But I can guarandamntee You won't meet another motherfucker like me Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed All bark, no bite You a hatin' ass bitch Brought a knife to a mothafuckin gun fight Got my shades on Looking like I can't see But I can pick up on ya pretty easily Like a blue tick hound Tracking blood on the ground But I'm the last of a dying breed I'm on a one lane black top straight from hell In a suped up red 69 Chevelle Got the birds flying out in the back rear view If you don't like me It's a big fuck you We can get this thing rolling anytime that you want Step up to the plate But I know that you won't I can smell fake shit from a mile away And I ain't stopping better get the fuck outta my way But I can guarandamntee You won't meet another motherfucker like me Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed All bark, no bite You a hatin' ass bitch Brought a knife to a mothafuckin gun fight Got my shades on Looking like I can't see But I can pick up on ya pretty easily Like a blue tick hound Tracking blood on the ground But I'm the last of a dying breed But I can guarandamntee You won't meet another motherfucker like me Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed All bark, no bite You a hatin' ass bitch Brought a knife to a mothafuckin gun fight Got my shades on Looking like I can't see But I can pick up on ya pretty easily Like a blue tick hound Tracking blood on the ground But I'm the last of a dying breed