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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