Young Fathers - Hangman lyrics

I’m almost there i’m almost there
But not quite travelling through the bayou
Feel the eeriness at sunset
My senses on high alert, so I say
"Hello! Who’s there?" Nothing
Like a whistle in the wind
As I move on forward
I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling
In a state of grace words I
Shouldn’t have said are all forgiven
All the days of bad forgotten
But still, to me
Revenge is a dish best served cold
Like ice cold with an ice
Pick and a blindfold
I’m going, going, gone i
Said, "I’m going, going, gone"
Time to meet your maker time
To meet your maker
I’m prowling, growling, howling

Hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you
(Hey) for you

Low deep nasty
You chopping me down like the Amazon
No getting past me two feet in the air
You wouldn’t last a marathon
Racing with the panther the maximum price ah
Curator of the faith ah
I’m never too late ah
Don’t shoot the messenger
Shoot the messenger’s mother fffffucker

Hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you
(Motherfucker) for you
(Fatherfucker)

Hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you
For you

Hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you
For you

Hangman a bullet a piece for the two of you
For you