The below are the lyrics for the Newly Posted, Western Themed Concept, M.C. Nulty's Track: "DEADWOOD".
The song may be recorded with better equiptment in the future but for the meanwhile, I thought it important to post the lyrics because some of the song's words may be hard to make out.  The lyrics are well written and feature many historic references so I wanted to make this available to anyone who may appreciate them.
The song's plot is about two Irish bandits ( d MicK' n Crack R) who go to the town of, Deadwood to kill the Cowboy Outlaw, Wild Bill.  Who in actuality killed many Irishmen and was in fact killed by one.
Please Enjoy!!
- d MicK
 
"DEADWOOD"
 
~ Hook ~

Double handed bandit, with a sawed off
Troubles landed brand it, as the clock stops  
On a job robing law men, in hot spots
Dirty rottin cops, get popped by one shot

~ Verse 1 ~

~ CrackR ~
The names Mckain and I came back to the Black Hills
Crazed as Jesse James, with a black jack grill
Gun slinging skills, that's unmatched still
And thats my young cousin, with a gun to kill
~ d MicK ~
I'm the real deal, here to steal gold karets
Unfold your whole marriage, like single parents
Embaressed and carless, with arrogance
Sorda like the speach, of these Amricans
~ CrackR ~
We're renound terrorists, blowing up in Deadwood
Showing up to kill ya towns sheriff for good
All around we found, how we were misunderstood
Should know how we do, and what we still could
 ~ d MicK ~
And have gotten done, jack and stab ya grandson
I'm a drunk, gamblin, ladies man thats handsome
Like pretty boy floyd, have yah sundance and run
Jump from tha sawed off, till the law comes

~ Hook ~

~ Verse 2 ~

~ d MicK ~
d MicK lives for his, wanted posters pics
Train wrecks, robberies and the old chicks
In corsettes that like force and chose this
So they get left for dead, in beds of roses
~ CrackR ~
It's the outlaw, the quick draw Mcgraw poet
Cigar token Mick, with both fuckin guns smokin  
Pissed at retards who spun rugers show boatin
Sick as the kid, with a six shooter broken
~ d MicK ~
I Open the saloon doors, lookin at two whores
As our booze is poured, I noticed four more
Mckain seems unsure, and just a bit bored
We took our last sips, tipped'n then toured
~ CrackR ~
I've been looking forword, to a sick gun fight
With my remington riffle, pistle and one knife
It's revenge for our friends, so isnt it right
To strike, risk lives, spitin hot lead tonight

~ Hook ~

~ Verse 3 ~

~ CrackR ~
It's the end verse, and I'll go all the way
Sent Wyatt Earp to see doc on his holiday
Made the first call to say, were all ok
Fought brawls and got brain from Calamity Jane
~ d MicK ~
Mckains on a phone alone, as Wild Bill showed
Raised a snub nose Schofeild'n killed him slow
Feel the thrill, of the smoke filled blow
Know this individuals, a joke n had to go
          
~ CrackR ~
It's almost all she wrote, so i hope to die soon
Bottles get broke,  bullets fly past by my room
In a show down with a sheriff at high noon
My shot got him between the eyes by the saloon
~ d MicK ~
It was doom spelled out, when we came to town
Red sash on our chest, suggests that we're now
Part of the rest, yet its left on the ground
As we rode off, with the gold at sun down

~ END ~