[Verse 1: T.O.N.E-z]
Talking 'bout setting up the dot
While I'm waiting up the block
I'm sweating 'cause its hot
And they're setting up the plot
It's like a bad script
With a shitty cinematographer
The ending of the screen play
Is me sending flowers to family and kin
Homies (?), man, and all your friends
I'll splatter all your limbs
'cause my strategy will win
They're claiming that my days are numbered
And I'll be forever hunted
Even try to make snitches out of all the dames I run with
Respect and honour;
Nobody dares to sell me out
If I get arrested, fam' of my victims bails me out
I hear you scheming from the side line
Waiting to make a move
Until my (?) fuck your plan
Before the battle begins you lose
Drunk off my ass, still 20/20 vision
Take you to gun school, your life is the tuition
When will you learn?
I'm impossible to kill
[Hook: Jen Larson]
How long will I keep riding?
(T.O.N.E-z:: til, til, til, til my last shot)
How long will I be on the run?
(Til, til my last shot)
How long will you try to find me?
(Til my last, til my last, til my last shot)
I'll vanish like the setting sun
(Shot, shot; shot shot.)

[Verse 2: T.O.N.E-z]
I might let you walk away
And tell the world what you were taught today
But that would lessen my challengers
And I can't have that now
I can't go a sec' without the bang-bang pow
Skulls and crossbones, liquor and gunplay
Model for disaster, strike a pose, kodak
Know that
I'm the doc, and what I prescribe is shots and corpses
Lots of tortures (torches?)
To march through my ghost town
In the shoot out, I let off the most rounds
Eye of an eagle, I breeze through evil
This is my last hoo-rah, going down as the best shoot-a
Tell you ta move ya
Ass out my path
Or my bullets will tap dance all over your rib cages
Close the book, burn the pages
It's in my blood, can't deny my passion for a shoot out
Be careful
You might get what you askin' for
[Hook: Jen Larson]
How long will I keep riding?
(T.O.N.E-z: til, til, til, til my last shot)
How long will I be on the run?
(Til, til my last shot)
How long will you try to find me?
(Til my last, til my last, til my last shot)
I'll vanish like the setting sun
(til my last, last shot.)

[Verse 3: T.O.N.E-z]
I'm like an urban legend
People say that I'm invincible
These are not folk tales
Something you should listen to
Something that you tell your kids sitting in the living room
So that right before bed, they give hugs before kissing you
It's hard to kill a myth
It's hard to kill a ghost
No need for digging plots, you'll never get the dot
Place your quarter in the slot, and let the games begin again
Shadow box pics of me, pretend to win
Tell the world I was feared but never loved
That I was shot and hated, but never hugged
Your best defence is never bring trouble to me
They'll never find your body
It'll be covered in leaves
Your corpse is snacks for crows
Your feet and toes will decompose
From beef with T.O.N.E-z
My six shooter's my mascot
Ride 'til I die, 'til my last shot
(Echo: shot, last shot, last shot, last shot)
[Hook: Jen Larson]
How long will I keep riding?
(T.O.N.E-z: til, til, til, til my last shot)
How long will I be on the run?
(Til my last, til my last shot)
How long will you try to find me?
(Til my last, til my last shot)
I'll vanish like the setting sun