Gunnin For You

Revenge is a dish best served cold. A six-shooter to the face also helps

My gun is loaded

 It's gettin time

Two shots of whiskey

 I'm takin' what's mine

ain't what you're sayin

 it's what you do

Your time has come boy

I'm gunnin for you 

When hell is rainin down

You'll see my face, won't hear a sound

You'll feel that bullet burnin through

Take your last breath boy

I'm gunnin for you