[Intro: Dutch Van der Linde]
Psst, I see mangoes
[Verse 1: Arthur Morgan]
Ayy, Dutchie on a boat, ho
Oh-no any cowpoke he a no-go
Let's go, call the gang up, kill the po-po
Don't call that boah Micah 'cause he lookin' like a hobo
What's up with these yellow-bellied boys tryna be Arthur?
The whole gang can hate me, fuck 'em all and they father
The opps is all around me but I won't even bother
I'm finna rob a bank, I'm tryna fill up the coffer
The Pinkertons know I won't accept their offers
Sometimes you gotta pop rounds and be dishonest
Certified cowpoke, Micah's bound to bring the law on us
Put him down, underground, John is gonna make that promise
Pinkertons, they some bums — you know they really wanna be us
Say Ross, I hear you like the law
You must really like the taste of Cornwall
To any boah tryna score on their trains
Make sure you hide your drawers and your face
They tell me Milton is the one that does the talkin'
Try spewing shit at me and you'll see that I'm mogging
And Ross got a weird face put him in a coffin
Certified Pinkertons? Certified goblins
BLAO BLAO BLAO BLAO BLAO Dutch, shoot 'em up
BLAO BLAO BLAO BLAO BLAO I'ma steal your stuff
Why you two always together, you in love with him?
Tryna suck a dick and it's probably the governmeeeeeeeeeent
[Chorus: Arthur Morgan]
They not like Dutch, they not like Dutch, they not like Dutch
They not like Dutch, they not like Dutch, they not like Dutch
[Verse 2: John Marston, Arthur Morgan]
C'mon John
Micah Bell, I can tell that this boy is bouta choke
With his jaw on the law yeah, he might just get the stroke
It's absurd, you're a turd, man this boy is just a joke
If you're Anakin I'm Luke, yeah 'cause I'm the fucking hope
MY NAME'S JOHN MARSTON
SPITTIN' FIRE BARS AND I'LL KICK YOU IN THE ARSE, MAN
TRY TO MESS WITH GANG AND YOUR DEATH WILL BE THE HARSHEST
ME AND GANG STURDY IN THE SWAMP, CALL THAT A MARSHPIT YUH!
You better listen to John
Me and him got a story and this pussy's just a pawn
WE GON' LEAVE YOU IN THE PAST AND YOU WON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK WE GONE
OPPS LOOKIN' SAD CAUSE I'M FASTER THAN RAMADAN
You'll get a dot on your head while I do my lil' dance
Better tread 'cause I think you pissed your pants
You a rat, you a fiend, don't know what loyalty means
You a mutt, not like Dutch, just a baby drama queen
[Verse 3: Dutch van der Linde]
Ma boys, calm down
Micah Bell's a fine man, I like having him around
But we got unfinished business wit' these clowns
Dutchie's on the boat finna take these soy boys to town
I'm the Van der Linde gang #1 OG
Put a bullet in ya head if you try to fuck with me
Stop my lead — oh ya can't nerf Dutch he's OP
I'ma stomp your ass out 'til your mouth is foaming
Cause I'm the fastest, I'm the baddest that the west has ever seen
With Arthur Morgan at my side, we'll tear up the whole scene
If you bring the law, I'm gonna pull up with my whole team
We gon' make it somewhere where the grass is really green
There ain't no stopping my vision, I'm on a spiritual mission
I'm pulling up on The Count emittin' zero emissions
And I ain't giving up you know that I do not make admissions
And you could make a name too if you just had my ambition
[Chorus: Arthur Morgan with John Marston & Dutch van der Linde]
They not like Dutch, they not like Dutch, they not like Dutch
They not like Dutch, they not like Dutch, they not like Dutch
