[Intro]
Yeah, need to straighten out some “f*gs”, man
f**, man, loving that guitar, mate
Check this out, dog
[1st Verse]
Man, I guess my next tat ‘ll be on my forehead- “f** with me”
So I can a**ure that you f*gs got something to stare at
Like my name was Garret
Bermuda shorts, tank top, sandles and a parrot
With Tourette's, on my shoulder
Yelling he raped Grover, Oscar, too, got bent over
Man, I just waltz through the mall, looking for trouble? Nah, man, not at all
But what the f**'s wrong with y'all
Motherf**ers driving up, almost causing a pile up
You trying to rile me up or just digging my style, s*ut
f**ing c*nt, mushy p**y, dumb f**
Man, don't you know that that kind of sh**'ll get me pumped up
Glove in my back pocket, ready to duel and sh**
Temperature's dropping, wipe that smile off your face, b**h
This is serious business, you'll die as soon
As you meet this western typhoon at high noon, b**h
[Hook]
It's high noon, b**h!
And yes, I'm bad to the bone
They will carve it in my stone
No matter how hard you try
This time the bad guy won't die
Seeing me in these streets, man
You better duck because
[2nd Verse]
Overreaction is my only reaction
Challenging all of you f*gs, maximum escalation
It's like an adrenaline rush
Like a collapsed tenement crushed me and
By some a miracle I got off with a minor concussion
Feeling like a new man, Gary Numan
Cars blasting through my speakers, everything's cool, man
Till some guy cut me off in a blue sedan
sh**, you know just what to do, man
Pop the trunk on you
You won't blunder through
I got the hump, ready to curb stomp you, too
No need to make a rendezvous, ready to go impromptu
Cos on my clock it's always high noon, fool!
[Hook]
It's high noon, b**h!
And yes, I'm bad to the bone
They will carve it in my stone
No matter how hard you try
This time the bad guy won't die