Headin' on my way, Through the wild, wild west, I quick-draw the robot, Put a hole in his chest! Put your Power Suit on, And break the creates, The last one holds a mother-f**in' Energy Tank! Now you can charge ya power suit, To k** these dudes, With their cowboy hats, All shootin', all rude, Then jump down in the cave, Watch out for the spikes, Tell the last cowboy: "GOOD fu*kIN' NIGHT!" (Maaan!) I gotta run, I got sh** to do, Imma f**in' k** the Reprogrammed robot dudes, I'm armed with a cannon, And a smile on my face, I'm gonna put Mr. X in his f**in' place! (Come on!) Jump over the (???) Gonna Buster ya down, Got my Flight Suit here, How ya gonna be k**in' me now? Got my Beat on, (???) locked, You can straight mother-f**in' s** my co*k! k**in' these robots like it just don't matter, Readyin' my power for the f**in' master, Watch me go; watch 'em all explode, Gonna blow your mind for the world (fo' sho'...) Puttin' robots in the f**in' ground, Get your Jet Suit on, f**in' flyin' around, Go up the other ladder where the end should be, Now that's the only f**in' way to complete the beat, This part is easy, Watch me go an' defeat This punk-a** mother-f**in' wannabe Indian creep! You're goin' down Tomahawk, Comin' after you, ba*tard! Now it's time to bow down, To the f**in' Master! (Maaan!) How's it goin'? I'mma f** you up, You head-banging, feather-throwin', f**in' robot punk! I'm armed with a cannon, And a smile on my face, I'm gonna put Mr. X, IN HIS fu*kIN' PLACE! (COME ON!)