Bullets and Buckshot

[Chorus]
I got Bullets and Buckshot loaded in the barrel
I'm lookin' damn fly in my baby-blue apparel (yeah)
10-gallon hat, you gotta problem with that?
My twin revolvers make your head go splat (splat)

In the Wild West that's how we handle things
I'm lookin' for the suckers in the Wingate Gang (gang)
Your boy Billie 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 yeah)
Meet me at high noon outside of the saloon
And draw if you wanna test me

If you feelin' froggy bitch, and your trigger finger itch
Then jump in, I'll make you dance (dance, bitch)
You feelin' lucky punk? You gotta lot of spunk
Go ahead and take your chance

[Verse 1]
I roll into Hicktown, (yeah)
Kinda low on my funds, so ya know I'm gonna get down
I gather up all the wanted posters I can get my hands on
I plan on bringin' in these bitches like I'm damn-Ron

Yeah, my first town and I'm in trouble
These punks want action, and I've got double
Hicksville ain't never seen nothin' like me
Bandit Bill wants a piece of this, bitch please (bitch please)

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 the town, an area called The Boulders

Walkin' in the mountains lookin up towards the cliffs
For the asshole huckin' knives tryin' to stab me as if
I'm a pin cushion, but I'm a gunslinger, dude
Even a dynaman couldn't blow my mood (ha ha ha)

I'm 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 Comanche 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 snipers shootin' out their teepees
But I picked a better boost 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, that bullet's 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

[Spoken]
Oh, but this is far from done
It's time to mount up
Where's my supplies?

[Bridge]
Yo shopkeeper (what?)
Give me your best ammo (yeah)
And saddle me a horse so I ain't so slow (okay)
Hand over some dynamite that I can throw
Billie Bob is runnin' the show because

[Chorus]
I got Bullets and Buckshot loaded in the barrel
I'm lookin' damn fly in my baby-blue apparel (yeah)
10-gallon hat, you gotta problem with that?
My twin revolvers make your head go splat (splat)

In the Wild West that's how we handle things
I'm lookin' for the suckers in the Wingate Gang (Gang)
Your boy Billie 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 yeah)
Meet me at high noon outside of the saloon
And draw if you wanna test me

If you feelin' froggy bitch, and your trigger finger itch
Then jump in, I'll make you dance (dance, bitch)
You feelin' lucky punk? You gotta lot of spunk
Go ahead and take your chance (take your chance)

[Verse 2]
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
There was so much blood a vampire would cringe

The head of their clan, he wasn't as fun
His darts were no match for my deadly machine gun
I crossed the bridges of the Cheyenne River
Explosive packages quickly delivered

I'm blowin' up riflemen with my smart bombs
Lookin' for my next bounty didn't take long (nope)
Fatman Joe, it's a pleasure to meet you
But you're a dead man, Imma have to defeat you

He laughed as he raised his gun
But you askin' for trouble when you aim at me, son (yeah)
I blasted his ass back to 1843
Only one more bounty for me (whoo)

Into fort Wingate, I'm here to see the boss
So you ain't gonna talk, homie that's your loss
I stormed the entrance, more blood to spill
I pick up bags of money after each kill (ching)

The big cash lies in the fate of their leader
I see someone comin' so I pull out the heater
But that coward Wingate sent out his own brother (what)
I killed him quick, tossed him aside like the others

The big man was pissed, so pissed he was foolish
I won that duel easy, and now I am rich (yes)
So if you're a bandit and you wanna mess around
Think twice, 'cause there's a new sheriff in town