Deer Hunting - Snake Hunting Songtext
von Rodney Carrington
Deer Hunting - Snake Hunting Songtext
Deer hunting′s real popular where I live
Y'all deer hunting around here?
A lot of you deer hunting
What do you use to kill a deer with here?
Gun, car, gun
These people do shit different in Charlotte
See you sitting out in the bushes in a big old camouflage
Buick going, there he is!
Started up real slow
A guy the other night hollered out a stick
You know, you gotta be a bad son of a bitch to kill a deer with a stick
He said, "I was out in the bushes
I left my damn gun in the truck and the deer snuck up on me
I grabbed a stick and I beat the shit out of him
I had to ride that fucker for a mile
I killed his ass, though
I ripped one of his horns off and stabbed him with that son of a bitch"
Got a friend who hunts where I live
He′s one of them guys that has them Vietnam flashbacks
He ain't never been in Vietnam
Fucker is crazy
If you go hunting with him, you walk into the woods
"Get down, I smell him!"
The hell do you smell?
I smell deer, get down
You smell deer shit, you're laying in it
He looked at me and said, "If we don′t kill a deer, let′s go snake hunting"
Fuck that! I don't even like seeing them by accident
I don′t want to go look for the damn thing
You ever hear somebody say, "You see a snake off in them woods, be still
He'll bite your ass if you move"
Anybody ever just stood there when you seen a snake?
Told him there are about two movements
A bowel movement, a physical movement
Shit and run
Catch mate!
He killed a snake and he′s cutting it up in little pieces
I go, "Now what the hell are you doing now?"
He goes, "We gonna eat it"
No, we ain't
Y'all deer hunting around here?
A lot of you deer hunting
What do you use to kill a deer with here?
Gun, car, gun
These people do shit different in Charlotte
See you sitting out in the bushes in a big old camouflage
Buick going, there he is!
Started up real slow
A guy the other night hollered out a stick
You know, you gotta be a bad son of a bitch to kill a deer with a stick
He said, "I was out in the bushes
I left my damn gun in the truck and the deer snuck up on me
I grabbed a stick and I beat the shit out of him
I had to ride that fucker for a mile
I killed his ass, though
I ripped one of his horns off and stabbed him with that son of a bitch"
Got a friend who hunts where I live
He′s one of them guys that has them Vietnam flashbacks
He ain't never been in Vietnam
Fucker is crazy
If you go hunting with him, you walk into the woods
"Get down, I smell him!"
The hell do you smell?
I smell deer, get down
You smell deer shit, you're laying in it
He looked at me and said, "If we don′t kill a deer, let′s go snake hunting"
Fuck that! I don't even like seeing them by accident
I don′t want to go look for the damn thing
You ever hear somebody say, "You see a snake off in them woods, be still
He'll bite your ass if you move"
Anybody ever just stood there when you seen a snake?
Told him there are about two movements
A bowel movement, a physical movement
Shit and run
Catch mate!
He killed a snake and he′s cutting it up in little pieces
I go, "Now what the hell are you doing now?"
He goes, "We gonna eat it"
No, we ain't
Writer(s): Rodney Carrington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com