Well, let's shoot them dirt ponies, one by one.

Go to your closets and load your guns.

They're ruining our streets and they're ruining our towns.

It's so much fun to, mow those inbreeds  down.

The Stallions in the trucks are all ready to go,

Were killin' us some dirt ponies, don't ya know.

The Stallions in the truck are all ready to go,

Were killin' us some dirt ponies, don't ya know.

Well take out our bullets and load up our guns.

Point it at their hornless heads and have some fun.

Their big hornless heads and their ratty ole' hair,

It's easy to find them, cause they're everywhere.

Well they're fuckin' up our country and abusin' the system

use a sniper rifle so your sure no to miss 'em.

Shoot 'em up good and shoot 'em up dead.

Put a big fat noose around that hornless head.

Well we're smoking their farms and we're lynchin' their kids,

bury a knife into those inbred's ribs.

Well tell all your neighbors and tell all your friends,

It's dirt pony hunting season, once again.

(Spoken) All right now, here we go.

Look at that fucker run…