I got Bullets and Buckshot Loaded in the barrel (yea) Lookin' damn fly in my baby-blue apparel 10-gallon hat, you gotta problem with dat? My twin revolvers make your head go splat (splat)
In the Wild West that's how we handle things I'm lookin' for the suckas in the Windgate Gang Your boy Billy Bob roamin' county to county I'm here to collect my bounty
They say I'm the best with a gun in the West, and I think I would have to agree (Hell yea) Meet me at high noon outside of tha saloon and draw if you wanna test me
If you feelin' froggy bitch, and yo' trigga finga itch, then jump in; I'll make you dance (dance bitch) You feel lucky punk? You gotta lotta spunk Go ahead and take yo' chance
I roll into Hicktown, (yea) kinda low on my funds, so ya know I wanna get down I gather up all the wanted posters I can get my hands on I plan on bringin' in these bastards like I'm Damn-Ron (yea)
My first town and I'm in trouble These punks want trouble and I got double Hicktown ain't never seen nothin' like me Bandit Bill wants a piece of this bitch please
Bitch he got back up after a magnum round So I gave him one more, put his ass in the ground So quick and easy Some weight of my shoulders
Outside of town, an area called The Boulders Walkin' in the mountains lookin up toward the cliffs for the asshole with the knives tryin' to stab me as if I'm a pin cushion But I'm a gunsliger dude, even a dyanaman couldn't blow my mood. (ha ha ha)
Cool, calm, collected Next guy on my list is gonna be cool, calm, and dead Cutter Boomerang with his wooden weapons, my shotgun left a hole from his belt to his chin and with that, I'm off again
To Commanche Village full of punk Indians I dodge and I dash and I duck from the axes they're throwin' and I know I'm a target for bowmen and they've even got sinpers shootin' out the teepees but I picked a pair of boots up, so fast, they can't see me They even have warriors that can breathe fire Like their leader Devil Hawk who's about to expire I dodged his blue flames and I snuck up beside him, and with my dual pistols, put bullets inside him (pa, pa, pow!)
Got my three outlaws down, and three left to go yet I smile to myself as I walk to the sunset Oh, but this is far from done It's time to mount up Where's my supplies?
Yo shopkeeper (what?) Give me your best ammo (yea) and saddle me a horse so I ain't so slow (ok) Hand over some dynamite that I can throw Billy-Bob is runnin' the show because
I got Bullets and Buckshot Loaded in the barrel Lookin' damn fly in my baby-blue apparel (yea) 10-gallon hat, you gotta problem with dat? My twin revolvers make your head go splat (splat)
In the Wild West that's how we handle things I'm lookin' for the suckas in the Windgate Gang Your boy Billy Bob roamin' county to county I'm here to collect my bounty (bitch)
They say I'm the best with a gun in the West, and I think I would have to agree (Hell yea) Meet me at high noon outside of tha saloon and draw if you wanna test me
If you feelin' froggy bitch, and yo' trigga finga itch, then jump in; I'll make you dance (dance bitch) You feel lucky punk? You gotta lotta spunk Go ahead and take yo' chance (take yo' chance)
This is the part that you might not believe But I'm serious man, no aces up my sleeve I was strollin' through Death Valley, mindin' my biz, when I came across a group of ruthless ninjas I couldn't comprehend it, but then it got worse They threw some shurikens and punctured my horse Back on foot now, time for revenge The