ONE to the TWO, TWO THREE FOUR.
GRAB MY GARAND, HEAD OUT TH' DOOR.
BUNCH OF CHINAMEN FIGHTIN, DUSK TILL DAWN
I SHOULDER MY RIFLE "GET OFF MAH FUCKIN LAWN"
ROLLIN' IN MY 70's FORD TRUCK
GOT MY 1911 SPRINGFIELD, INCASE FOOLS WANNA FUCK
WITH ME. OR MY NEIGHBOR TAU.
I POINT MY FINGER, AND I SAY 'POW'
THE LAME ASS ENDING WAS THE DIRECTOR's FAULT:
NOBODY CAN BE KILLIN' MY HOMEBOY WALT.