The Red Dead West

Wild west,

This aint where you wanna be,

pop a bullet in your chest,

leave you six feet deep,

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

hang you from a tree,

Gallop down to sheriffs office,

Collect my bounty,

 

All of these are the ways that you could meet your fate,

If you cross paths with my while Im running straight,

And if i catch you handing me your dead eyes,

Y'all best believe Ill be switching on that dead eye,

 

Im John Marston the pioneering Jedi,

Draw so fast from the hip,

Make the sparks fly,

Yall so fast with the clip,

Makin' the cops die.

Jaw so slack from the squint,

Western samurai.

 

Im pouring powder,

But not the kind you think,

The kind of stuff Im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Two lambs on the simmer while im cranking up the heat

Make amends with this sinner while Im waiting on my steed

 

Cuz this the wild west,

Youll get your fucking neck torn,

Dont believe me?

Well I guess I'm just gonna have to show'm

Two taps of the trigger and the heads gone,

Call me Gob Bluth cuz I'll be pulling tricks life long.

Got some fresh dug gold, that imma pawn,

Got a fresh slug loaded, but its a fawn

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

 

But I guess its bout time this tale went and ended,

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

Mess making, now my eyes can finally rest,

Aint no easy task cleaning up the Wild West.