The religion of the gun is the one that we profess
When the clock strikes 12 there's a bullet in your chest
Ride the bass like a horse, mother ******s we're the best
And there's nowhere you can hide in the wild wild west
Once upon a time in the wild wild west
Anarchy reigned supreme
And people were losing hope in institutions
Back then corrupted to the bone
There were only 4 entities left to withstand the chaos
Only these 4 to bring back the order:
The good (the good)
The bad (the bad)
The ugly (the ugly)
And the Wild Mother******s
I've got a gun in my hand and a bullet with your name
Finger on the trigger, click clack, okay
One slug for your head, another for your chest
Bang bang mother ******, it's the wild wild west
The good
The bad
The ugly
And the Wild Mother******s