It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Shoot it!I wanna rock right now
I'm Jack McClure and I came to get down
I'm not internationally known
But I'm known to rock back home
Because I get loco, I mean outrageous
Stay away from me cuz I'm contagious
I'm the winner, no, I'm not the loser
To be a P.C. is what I choose 'a
Ladies loath me, girls hate me
I mean even the ones who never saw me
Like the way that I rhyme for a show
The reason why, man, I don't know
So let's go, 'cause*glances at his guns who he thinks talk to him*
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Shoot it!My name is Jack, I gotta real funky incense
Listen up, 'cause I'm gonna keep you in step
I got an idea
That I wanna share
You don't like it? So what, I don't care
I'm number one, the uno, I like comp
Bring all the suckers 'cause all them I'll stomp
Bold and Hideous but I won't protect
All of my followers 'cause all I want is respect
I'm a pseudo doctor, put them in rapture
A slick mother that can easy outfox ya
Cause I'm Jack, the last name Mac, yeah
And on the turnpike, I'm known to be the ugliest
So let's start, it shouldn't be too hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
I won't fess, I wear a bulletproof vest
Don't smoke, can't stand stress, yes*glances at his submachine guns who he thinks talk to him*
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Shoot it!The situation that the Jack is in
I'm kinda stinky that's why I don't wanna lend
A funky smell to a foe or a good friend
But listen up 'cause I want you to comprehend
'Cause I'm the leader, the man superior
I take care of ya and then ya get weirder
So just sit, my guns are not counterfeit
The lasers aim which makes this one a hit
It won't hurt to listen to Red Alert
Take off your shirt
Make sure it don't hit the dirt
I hate the kids--the guys, the girls
I want the clothing 'cause this is Jack's world
I'm on a mission, ya better just listen
To my rambling 'cause I'm all about dissin'
'Cause*glances at his submachine guns who he thinks talk to him*
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Shoot it!I stand alone, don't need anyone
'Cause I'm Jack, just came out have fun
Don't need friends that act like foes
'Cause I'm Jack, the one who knows
About things that make ya me get weary
Don't cheer me, just hear me
Out 'cause I got the clout--shout (Ho!)
Before I turn this mother out
I won't stutter--
Project my voice, speak clearly
So you can be my choice
On stagecoach or on record
Go to the gunsmith and select it
Take it off the rack, shoot it, if it's wack put it back'Cause Jack is in the front, and Dex is on the Back up
We're not soft, so you better just slack up
'Cause I'm cool, calm just like a breeze
Rock the mike with the help of Yoshi
Laying hands on set, the Preacher prays
Only blows up the buildings that I say*glances at his submachine guns who he thinks talk to him*
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Shoot it!
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Credits: Lyrics copyright Ken Grey, 2002. This site copyright Edmund Metheny and Sophie Lagacé, 2002. Deadlands: Hell On Earth written and designeed by Shane Lacy Hensley, copyright Pinnacle Entertainment, 1996-1998.