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!)