Montana (From "Battleborn")

Now who's that ridin' in?
Is that his gun poppin' in the wind?
Throw your hats into the air
It's Montana
Montana, Montana
Atop his tiny legs he comes
Bringing ass whoopin's for all his enemies' bums
Giant gun, smallish head
Cheerful as he fills maggots full of lead
Montana, Montana, Montana
Planet Aplia is where he's from
Favourite pastime is fighting scum
Givin' high-fives to his buddy Oscar Mike
It's Montana
Montana, Montana, Montana