#hayseed #Indians and outlaws #needsworkbutIwrotethis #barsboy smoked out lokie chefing out the pipe in a teepee spitting flames I throw heat pop when there's a bang I'm the John Wayne but they call me Hayseed pick battles and cross creeks burning bridges saddle up the pony me and my homie Buckweed he say that chopper got a dick like me big old clip shit m16 dump on them real quick then ride off in the sunset leaving dust like a stampede rolling across these grounds like a tumbleweed shit I'm so lost I can't be found im wanted dead or alive in three different towns sly as a fox so I don't make a sound ima outlaw so they hunting me like a hound shotguns and rifles so Hayseed be underground saddle up we ridding out Indians and outlaws off the top the head like a scalp pussy money weed and alcohol I got more cover than clouds dig me like gold in the west I'm down like the south at peace with where I stand so watch your damn mouth high noon I'm challenged to a draw can't react to soon timed right I watch him fall they see luck on my side but that's all they saw shots so quick now they wanna carry out the law buckweed and buckkick I stole a horse and rode off boots and spurs I'm drinking till the last call with my cowboy hat and my six shooter im in the moon light like a owl gripping like a hawk I got bars like a saloon my targets on lock Indians on my side we jus gotta out smart posse up chefing chief and ride Buffalo meat and hides we all heading out tonight saddle up we ridding out Indians and outlaws off the top the head like a scalp pussy money weed and alcohol I got more cover than clouds dig me like gold in the west I'm down like the south at peace with where I stand so watch your damn mouth back on the plains like Buffalo's roam I got spirit like a wild mustang we stay high like a eagles home thick smoke clouds and jugs of that crossbone feathers in my hat I'm never alone Spears and arrows a hacksaw to the throat bullets and knives or tied up with a rope Indians and outlaws im down river in a canoe keeping afloat when it's time to go keep your damn mouth closed three goats and a troll hows that story go money and pussy I run threw both giddy up you already know burbon and weed and tobacco smoke what's not killing me I still pray for got em all scared like don't drop the soap now that I'm here you bout to find out what I'm here for