[INTRO] [01] Well, saddle up, you bunch of lyrical outlaws, [02] Five pens, five egos, one arena, no withdrawals. [03] There's a Silver Buckle waiting for the king of the wild, [04] And somebody's mama's gonna disown somebody's child! [VERSE 1 – MELVIN] [05] Melvin hit the gate with a Stetson tilted low, [06] Said, "I've been writing fire since the radio played slow." [07] Got a notebook full of hooks and a truckload full of pride, [08] I can turn a broken heart into a platinum-certified ride. [09] My rhymes got horsepower, my metaphors got torque, [10] I put the country in the rap and the cowboy in the court. [11] Got a line that'll knock your boots clean off your feet, [12] And a chorus so addictive that your grandma is gonna eat. [13] I came to rope the rhythm, put the competition down, [14] I'll have these fellas seeing tumbleweeds all over town. [15] I don't need a lucky horseshoe, I was born to win, [16] Now somebody hold my beer while I ride this thing in! [VERSE 2 – O'NEILL] [17] O'Neill came swinging with a linguistic lariat, [18] Verbal acrobatics, every syllable elaborate. [19] I'm a rhyme renegade, renegade with a renegade plan, [20] Got more bars than a county jail in a one-horse land. [21] I'll saddle up a sentence, ride a metaphor bareback, [22] Leave a trail of broken egos like a runaway haystack. [23] My pen's got a trigger, but the ink's my ammunition, [24] Your best line needs directions and a missing-person petition. [25] I'm so far ahead, y'all need binocular vision, [26] I'll take your best punchline and improve the composition. [27] I came to raise the bar, not to lower the damn ceiling, [28] When I finish with this rodeo, you'll need professional healing! [CHORUS 1] [29] Buckwild! Buckwild! Let the whole place shake! [30] Five pens in the fire, only one gets the cake! [31] Silver buckle shining, who's gonna wear that gold? [32] Everybody's got a story, everybody's getting bold! [33] Buckwild! Buckwild! Better hold on tight! [34] We came to write a legend on a Friday night! [35] No changing up the rhythm, let the same beat ride! [36] Five crazy songwriters and one hell of a ride! [VERSE 3 – WOODRUFF] [37] Woodruff stepped up, didn't say too much, [38] Had a little half-smile and a notebook full of stuff. [39] Said, "I don't chase a spotlight, I just follow the groove, [40] Y'all are making all this noise; I got nothing left to prove." [41] I've been down that dusty road where the big ideas get lost, [42] Learned the best lines ain't always worth the cost. [43] I can write a little heartbreak that'll make your whiskey cry, [44] Or a Saturday-night banger that'll make your grandpa fly. [45] I brought my own saddle, but I forgot the horse, [46] Guess I'll have to ride this competition on a different kind of course. [47] I got a couple of good hooks and a few things up my sleeve, [48] And I ain't the kind of cowboy that'll beg you to believe. [49] They say I'm playing with the big boys, well, that's mighty fine, [50] But I just heard the Silver Buckle whisper, "Son, you're gonna be mine." [VERSE 4 – GIBSON] [51] Then Gibson hit the arena lookin' like a lightning strike, [52] Four boys talking big, well, I'm about to set it right. [53] Got a little lipstick, little grit, a whole lot of gasoline, [54] I'm the prettiest problem that this rodeo's ever seen. [55] You boys brought your pencils, I brought dynamite, [56] Your verses need a babysitter; mine stay up all night. [57] I can ride a bull by day and ride a beat by night, [58] And I know how to handle something bucking out of sight. [59] Melvin's got a melody, O'Neill's got a tongue, [60] Woodruff's got a poker face, Ketchum's getting sprung. [61] You boys keep your egos, I'll take the microphone, [62] I can make a grown man cry with one well-placed undertone. [63] Don't confuse my pretty smile for a lack of ammunition, [64] I'm the only one here who can beat you in your own competition! [VERSE 5 – KETCHUM] [65] Ketchum came strolling like he'd seen it all before, [66] With a belt buckle bigger than the handle on the door. [67] Said, "I've been around the block, I've been around the bend, [68] I've even written songs about a man who lost his friend." [69] My rhymes are aged whiskey, my punchlines are vintage, [70] I can make a simple sentence sound like country vengeance. [71] I once wrote a song about a rooster and a hen, [72] It went double platinum down at the county pen. [73] I got a way with words and a way with a woman, [74] Though my last three exes say my songwriting's ruined 'em. [75] I'll take that Silver Buckle, put it right beside my hat, [76] And if anybody asks me, I was born to wear that! [CHORUS 2] [77] Buckwild! Buckwild! Let the whole place shake! [78] Five pens in the fire, only one gets the cake! [79] Silver buckle shining, who's gonna wear that gold? [80] Everybody's got a story, everybody's getting bold! [81] Buckwild! Buckwild! Better hold on tight! [82] We came to write a legend on a Friday night! [83] No changing up the rhythm, let the same beat ride! [84] Five crazy songwriters and one hell of a ride! [FINAL SHOWDOWN] [85] My hooks hit harder than a mule with an attitude! [86] My syllables are sharper, boy, that's lyrical latitude! [87] You boys keep on talking, I'm the headline attraction! [88 ] I wrote my best verse while I was taking a subtraction! [89] I don't need to shout when the story does the talking, [90] That's what they all say before the competition's walking! [91] I got more punchlines than a barroom's got a tab! [92] You couldn't find a good rhyme with a GPS and a cab! [93] I came here for the buckle, not to make a bunch of friends, [94] Funny thing about a good story... it depends on how it ends. [95] Five different pens, five different ways to win! [96] But only one Silver Buckle's gonna leave here with a grin! [FINAL CHORUS] [97] Buckwild! Buckwild! Let the whole place shake! [98] Raise that Silver Buckle, let the whole world know! [99] Woodruff's got the winning pen, now watch that cowboy go! [OUTRO] [100] Then Scout grabbed the mic: "Thanks, ladies and gentlemen—I booked you all... this was MY audition!"
