[Intro]

Yeah, uh

Yeah

Just let it rock for a second

Hey, uh, ayo

[Verse]

My gun ready

Turn your brain into confetti

Walk in the saloon and get marooned in a hooker's womb

Unforgiven with the liquor I'm sippin'

I'm robbin' town banks for a livin' and givin' 'em hell

I'll probably hang come high noon

But it's eight PM at the brothel and I'll be high soon

Sci-fi flow like I'm bringin' the force back

But it's 1861, I'm travelin' on horseback

Pass the mic and I'ma torch that

My daddy was a farmer and my mother was an outlaw

You was in the cut? We was out far

Montana like Tony, with the pony and a Gatling gun

Rappin' for fun maybe for some, but not for me, none

I'm musically schizophrenic, imagination no limit

You want it, come and get it, come get it

Lyrically speakin' of course, 'less you bring it to my porch

Then I'ma blow your brains out in your good clothes

No, you can't get none of the stains out

I switch characters like I switch flows

My wrist gold, I get blowed

I'm on one, the armed one

The gunslinger, one minute I'm Logic

Then the next I'm off the topic

A different person is worse than the one runnin' your pocket

You rappers more synthetic than Ex Machina

My .45 just like a bad bitch, I always keep the cock in her, no stoppin' us

Wasn't there before, but now feel like everyone poppin' up

Wasn't rap enough, wasn't pop enough

I could give a fuck, think I had enough of this stuff

I'm the gunslinger comin' correct and rough

What's up?