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The Whispers Of Bonnie And Clyde (II)

The Renegade Posse  
   
I thought by now, we would be on this female’s bounty head  
If John Dillinger wanted her back in his bed  
Then dammit he should had been the one whose posse had led  
Chasing a woman over some lost pussy, neither man here have not sniffed yet  
Man, I’ve heard her thrills are known all over Montana and Texas as making any man hard and after making her wet  
She put those chaps to sleep then steal their loot  
John Dillinger was pissed she even took his cowboy boots  
If the bounty was not so high to the man who bring her in    
I would have my men to abandon this crusade way back when  
And tell John Dillinger to go and fuck himself  
If not for her stealing this crew money as well, her punishment by me will be swift when dealt  
   
Well Fargo Bank  
Houston, Texas
 
   
Bonnie, I need you to remain behind, please  
I need a teller to cover, and one of the staff could not make it in, to oversee  
I only came in to get my check then I’m out of here, I need to write letters to my beau  
I will not ask, and I have run out of options, and from here, do not know what to do  
I will give you tomorrow off, with pay  
Hum.. and for this day  
Yes,  
Then I will stay  
Oh, wait, I do not have my name tag I left it at home  
Not to worry, the customers only want their money, then they are gone  
I suppose writing my letters to my beau by candlelight    
At the Bed and Breakfast Inn will have to just wait until later tonight  
Thank you dear  
Just remember, if anything occurs out the ordinary push the alarm button and have no fear    
If I am needed just give me call, now smile, shoulders back, and stand tall  
   
Blue Bonnet Saloon  
Houston, Texas
 
   
Is everyone ready I do not need any slip ups on this well thought out job  
Clyde, my man, this is not our first rob  
And I studied this bank from the money exchange to who does what  
If any teller refuses to give up the money, then shoot, what the fuck  
This crew main goal is to get in, out, before the cops ever shows up  
Then let’s do this, no eye contact, and no talking  
I want to see us with money bags in our hands, and out this bank in record time, alive, and still walking  
Make sure you have the getaway car running  
In case we be gunning  
We got you Boss  
Okay men, make sure your bandanas are secured tight, no face recognition  
It’s time we give this Federal Reserve institution their first monetary loss  
 
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