[Intro]
I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop your ass
I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back
I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you
Town-town filled with rebels that'll kill you for your saddle bags

[Chorus]
This is where they come to die
With hopes and dreams but the waters run dry
The last one to draw be the first to fly
We let the whiskey burn inside
Welcome to Dodge City I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop your ass
Welcome to Dodge City I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back
Welcome to Dodge City I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you
Welcome to Dodge City Town filled with rebels (Yeah) that'll kill you for your saddle bags

[Verse 1: Uncle Snap & Rooster]
Now first of all I'd like to tell you that I had a ball
I'm comin' on through and swingin' something like a cannon ball
It's grownups here (Grownups here) so you can call me Lamisol
You're jumpin' around just like some bitches on some Adderall
It's easy for me so I'm kinda glad its y'all
Line up sheep 'cause they gotcha damn cattle call (Call)
We grew up straight workin' these floors
Now my foots on the gas I'm Wyatt Earpin' ya folks, hey
We get stoned and toss some shit to see who's slick to draw
I been known to give it six and forty-four
I'm quick to pull the pistol cock it back and pop your ass
I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back
Make a deal without a winnin' hand and chug-a-lug
Stack a bills a way to call to find a stogie up
You betcha ass that my attention standin' by your back
Town filled with rebels that'll kill you for your saddle bags
[Chorus]
This is where they come to die
With hopes and dreams but the waters run dry
The last one to draw be the first to fly
We let the whiskey burn inside
Welcome to Dodge City I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop your ass
Welcome to Dodge City I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back
Welcome to Dodge City I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you
Welcome to Dodge City Town filled with rebels that'll kill you for your saddle bags

[Verse 2: Hard Target & Cymple Man]
A stronghold for psychopathics man, it's creepy sorta
And we blame the toxicity level of our drinkin' water
Crops don't grow here, the sun just scorch your linen
Veins feel like a torch is in 'em or scorpion venom
Ain't nobody found gold here in years, the songs of better days Echo through them roads in the hills all while we holdin' our tears
The church grounds is eroded and skunky
The night belongs to desperados, winos, coyotes, and junkies
Yo, 'Cause I'm loaded on something maybe potent and skunky
Sleepy Hollow's hitter Ichabod owe me a pumpkin
I've overly done it liquored up sobers for suckers
You see my bumper well for supper you're roadkill in my oven
You think I'm bluffin' well its nothin' then you'll easily see
It's Racket County Dodge City tell 'em read 'em and weep
I'm loaded up six shooter 'bout as deep as can be
You wanna see then come and get you a peek
'Cause Google maps told me
[Chorus]
This is where they come to die
With hopes and dreams but the waters run dry
The last one to draw be the first to fly
We let the whiskey burn inside
Welcome to Dodge City I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop your ass
Welcome to Dodge City I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back
Welcome to Dodge City I'm quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you
Welcome to Dodge City Town filled with rebels that'll kill you for your saddle bags
Welcome to Dodge City