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Its a 3 day weekend
I’m loading up my truck
Got tons of beer
Might shoot a deer
Blow the shit out of a duck
Stever’s got a crossbow
Jamie a shotgun
Anything that fuckin moves
Ready aim fire (blam)!
Oh my God I cant believe
The antlers on that buck
It would take 40 men
To load him in my truck
Nice shot
Nice shot
Yee haw!!!!!!!
Got that sucker right between the eyes
Lets get a cold one don
Love seats made from hides
Stock your smoke house full of meat
Pink and blue and yellow keychains
Made from rabbits feet
Trade your jerky to the indians
Enjoy a coon skin hat
Whip up some homemade crisco
With the extra fat
(I’m wishin)
A flock of geese would fly on by
(I’m hopin) I can bag not 4 but 5
(reloadin)
Jesus fuckin christ
Thats the biggest moose I’ve ever seen
Get my gun goddamnit get him, get him!
If I cant shoot them
Ill start a forest fire
Watch em run
Right at my gun
No need for oscar meyer
God damn! thats a fine lookin piece of meat young man
That one’s for me
Are you ready?
Im ready for that one there
Trophies on your wall
Slap some new boots on your feet
The wallet in my pocket
Kinda smells like meat
A half a dozen quail
A hearty rack of lamb
There must be 50 beavers
In that fuckin dam
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Lyrics: Guttermouth
