Not Like Dutch

[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