Bullets and Buckshot

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
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