Текст песни 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
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