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