[Billy Kid Verse 1]
Pistol packing, drifter maverick, zipped the jackets in the crimson jacket
Chicks attracted like this figure is a magnet
Blow a kiss, they panic, my physique is slick, the abs ripped
I'm about to make a mess that your Housekeeping Inc. can't manage
(I'm a-I'm a) I'm a made man, you're a maid
I'll take a chardonnay and a steak
Dress sharp, not as sharp as my aim, you'll be caught in a daze
When I pop it and spray, 'cause it's gonna leave a stain
Been in endless shootings like a Western movie, barrel is a 10, a beauty
Cowardly dog, your gang has left you scooby
You don't look threatening when your hеad's so floofy
What kind of zoo you running over there whеre they send a pet on duty?

[Von Lycaon Verse 1]
Typical Kid spouting off crassness and petulance
I can smell you from here, use a can of some fresheners
You are hardly an adequate competitor
Do tell, what is some patched-up metalwork to a natural predator?
A hare would have the smarts to flee and run from me
A swift check of the food chain, it's not hard to see you're underneath
I am the alpha, you're outcasted, omega at best
It seems as though you barely made it out the beta test
I don't take orders from you, but you'll get served by the company
I'll collect the bill and a tip is compulsory
You'll never get casted with a face that punchable
You'd struggle getting calls back as a stunt double
[Billy Kid Verse 2]
Stay still! Hands in the air, or should I say paws?
Either way, you'll still "freeze" with the boots you got on
One move and you're gone, because you fit all themes and tropes
The hero's bound to win against a big bad wolf
Fancy footwork? More like 2 left feet, bud
Let my handguns do the talking, they never need to speak up
Keep up with the time but can't keep up with the times
Your pocket watch shows that you'll always be behind
If you think I'll miss, you must be dreaming
My guns are screaming for some blood, and you just look like it's hunting season
Put you on ice, call that a slush puppie, I've got raw skill
I'm not just lucky, sweep the competition while you mop filth

[Von Lycaon Verse 2]
Before I get to you, I'll eat the main course first
Your team's leftovers and you're just hours d'oeuvres
With a name like Kid, you're a pain to your friends
They have to babysit you while you're playing pretend
On the battlefield, I'm sprinting faster than the wind comes
You sling guns? Well, I can put you in one
I've got animal instinct, your decisions come from impulse
When building you, they clearly gave you quite a thick skull
I relish in your demise and lap up the tears you shed
Be careful with the waterworks, you might get your gears all wet
Think that going AWOL would somehow clear your debt?
You wish to take the main role, then you will die a hero's death