[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Yo, yo, yo
I been an outlaw and a gambler long as I can remember

Drink whiskey from a bottle and always carry a banger
Poker-faced womanizer, bank robber, and legend
My name ring bells across the frontier when I'm mentioned

When I step foot in the saloon I get a lot of attention
I reckon these haters are threatened by the strength of my weapon
The speed of my bullets, you want to taste the heater I'll pull it

I'm a goon with the golden six-shooter and a mullet
Four dead, jump up on top the bar then shout
If anybody else want drama then pop it off now

How many times this situation happened I can't remember
So I turned twenty-one and got drunk with the bartender
Gunslingers think they're Clint Eastwood, I'm like Jesse James

Ride up on a pony, dump six in their face
Twisting their frames like tumbleweeds, blister their brains
Then bounce to the !@^%house for more whiskey and things

[Verse 2: Goretex]
Like Navajos and Mayans, wrap the skin of tigers for battle
Feeding the cows like Josey Wales, I hold it down with two barrels

Back to the tarots, prostitution rackets in Paris
Sippin' cactus, dippin' on stallions
My corduroys are blood-splattered

Decapitated, my spurs carve like taxiderm
Torch the mayor, jacked on his wife, and let his cabbage burn
Numerous moonshine runs in Kentucky

Keep the powder up and a ten gallon in case I get lucky
Old medicine man on his porch stare at commons
Four hor!@&(, he riding through your prairie like shamans

Close to the dream, shot up the voting machine, it's progress
Kidnap the senator's daughter, penetrate her with objects
Whiskey bottles and twist-offs, killers, no conscience

It's either dead or in jail, it's high noon for the convicts
The bloody sickle strapped to my chaps is conquest
It's a glory rhyme, this battle hymn sung in a compass

[Chorus: Necro]
The hor!@&( are drawing nearer, on our leather steeds we ride
We've come to take your life

All through the dead of night, with the four hor!@&(, ride
Or choose your fate and die
[Verse 3: Necro]

There's no law, spitting phlegm on the floor
In clappin', I'll test you, skin that smoke wagon
See what happened

I'm tired of your gas, jerk that pistol and go to work
Throw down boy, I'll (*##$slap you till your lip-blood squirts
My aiming is more than precise when I slay men

We both got gats, let's play for blood, just say when
Let's settle this so we're crystal clear on who's the nicest and fastest ever
I'm the deadliest pistoleer

There's no future for dumb$#&@s after my gun bucks
Smooth when I'm maneuvering my six-shooter like nun chucks
Shooting clowns in their faces, then drinks are on me

Piano man, Stephen Foster. Camptown Races
I'm down to dump anywhere, I'm far from a punk
I got two guns, one for each one of you when I'm drunk

Watch out when the squads out, don't you ever try
To manhandle the cavel, we'll cut your $#&@ing pimp's heart out
[Verse 4: Mr. Hyde]

O.K. Coral style, shootouts at sundown
I'm taking ten paces, splatter faces with the rounds
Quickdraw like Will Carver with the forty-four revolver

Got a fist full of dollars once I started robbing Harvard
The tombstone terrorist bucking down my nemesis
Creeping in the crevices, a wanted man ever since

Sixteen, blamed for the murder of a deputy
Robbed thirty banks and they're never close to catching me
Draw and fire first, your destiny's inside the dirt

Cause my trigger finger's faster than the hands of Wyatt Earp
I'll stumble in a bar, guns and bourbon in my clutches
Five card stud catching straights and raw flushes

Wild bunch, hor!@&(, the fugitive outlaw
With double-barreled action, son I'll shoot at you southpaw
Young guns with toast out, always the most foul

Riding through your streets, turn your hood to a ghost town
[Chorus]