Lyrics Bone Splitta - David Ray , Cypress Spring , SMO

Ahaha
You know what time it is
Yeah if it's brown it's down
Looks like their ... getting low
We can't have that
Load em' up boys
Let's go

I'm a bone splitta
Ready for the winner
Gone for breakfast
Bringing home dinner

Big buck hunting
For a wall mount winner
And my *tree* stand waiting
With my finger on the trigger

It don't matter what season
I don't need a better reason
Imma muzzle loader
And I'm ready for the squeezin'

I'm a real tree-wrapped diamond compound bow
With a blood-line pull back ready to go

Bone splitta
Splittin bones
Knocking down dinner
And bringing it home

All decked out in camo
Never run out of ammo

Bone splitta
Scope on zoom
Squeezin' my trigger
Till I hear that boom

Click, click boom
Big buck get up
Boy you better know
I'm a bone splitta

You know I use that code blue
To hide my scent
I spend more on accessories
Than I do on my rent

Rolling down a doe trail
Looking for a big lick
Spotted mule deer droppings
By an old rock fence
(Oh shit)

Double back and cover my tracks
Up ahead and I think I see a grand prize rack
(There he is)

Take my breath
Make my pain
One shot ringer yeah
That's dead game

Bone splitta
Splittin' bones
Knocking down dinner
And bringing it home

All decked out in camo
Never run out of ammo

Bone splitta
Scope on zoom
Squeezin' my trigger
Till I hear that boom

Click, click boom
Big buck get up
Boy you better know
I'm a bone splitta

That millennium
With that Mossy Oak
Got that Thompson Center range
With that boat on

Take a deep old breath
I slowly look to my left
A rat coming through the woods
About to put em to rest

I hit that doe bleat on em
Just to draw him on in
With his neck swollen up
We moving on in

All these accessories I got
You know I'm in it to win
I rock a scent killer gold
In case it get down wind

Step out a hundred yards
Finally got in the clear
Drop time sticking our way
Further Nazeer

I hear the train in my head
Heart beating out my chest
So I slowly squeeze the trigger
Let Hornady do the rest

I got the four-wheeler loaded
With the kill of the year
Take it back to the camp
Celebrate with a cold beer

Tag it, weigh it, claim my prize
Smells like we're having deer stew for dinner tonight

Yeah the country done gone soft if you ask me
I'd be damned if they gone take my guns
Over my dead body

Oh you better know I'm a bone splitta

They say hunting is a blood sport
Yeah it's in my blood alright
And I'm damn proud of it

One shot winner
Yeah that's dead game

Bone splitta
Splittin' bones
Knocking down dinner
And bringing it home

All decked out in camo
Never run out of ammo

Bone splitta
Scope on zoom
Squeezin' my trigger
Till I hear that boom

Click, click boom
Big buck get up
Boy you better know
I'm a bone splitta