Well I had to have been programmed
For anything but this
And to be honest you weren't a mark I'd aim to miss
With your ten gallon hat and the spurs on your shoes
It's everything in me that wants to k** you
So lay me down, I'll smoke you out
You won't make a sound, I'll find you without
It was a mad man
Who put this in my head
A virus that makes me want all cowboys dead
With this gun on my arm and this look in my eye
b**h you better know that it's time to die
Lay me down, I'll smoke you out
You won't make a sound, I'll find you without
Lay me down, I'll smoke you out
I'll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons
I'm gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead
I'll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons
I'm gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead