Hunting Season

Written by Douglas Firestein

I heard a rumor last night
Straight from my sister’s mouth
Said you didn’t wanna pay up
After she already laid down

Now i’m an understanding guy
Surely you have a good reason
But i just need to let you know
It’s sucka huntin’ season

I sharpened the tip of each arrow
Reloaded each firearm i got
This camouflage ain’t just for fashion
Some suckas about to be shot

I’ll use a lighter to heat a knife
And I keep battery acid in a flask
How you gonna explain to your wife
Dougie’s name branded on your ass?

I saw an old movie last night
About rednecks livin’ down south
They marry their own cousins
And it causes a deformed mouth

Now you’re a handsome guy
But your face is gonna be jacked
Straight from my knuckle burst
As if that’s where you always lived

I sharpened the tip of each arrow
Reloaded each firearm i got
This camouflage ain’t just for fashion
Some suckas about to be shot

I’ll use a lighter to heat a knife
And I keep battery acid in a flask
How you gonna explain to your wife
Dougie’s name branded on your ass?

We be huntin’
(Suckas, suckas, suckas)
We be hurtin’
(Suckas, suckas, suckas)
Oh we’re all just
(Suckas, suckas, suckas)