- Apr 1, 2001
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The Hunter
A hunter is a gunner a number one stunner
I’m a Bunter in baseball face all a grunter
When I’m a pumper of iron pursue game and do slain
Animals and mammals with rifle aims stifle your brain
Not even jessy James could trick these zesty flames
If he stuck up a nestle’s train full of chocolate and cocaine
Not even the guns of Naverone could stun and hold their own
Not even Butch Cassidy could clutch this nasty gun barrel chrome
I’m an apparel unknown like a Christmas carol song at home
Ability to shoot gun hostility in my vein run lame for blood
Like hungry vampires hang out at lonely camp fires with slugs
In my pistol belt never whistle for help four ten shotgun
Hardcore in the wind got one, the smooth bore soothe more it’s fun
Kill birds in ill herds when my luck use buck shots on deer
Rumble through the jungle zero in sights even a hero might fear
The thick sick vegetation where ticks and snakes await clear
My throat as water moccasins afloat in swamp water by order
Of nature they hate ya poison cottonmouth bite you in two just slaughters
The things I did as a kid exposed to firearms door closed need an alarm
On a farm bear may enter your home during a winter blown storm
May see a jackrabbit with a whack habit of rabies they don’t act the norm
Best keep ammo like Rambo weapons loaded in that type habitat
To be ripe for combat hell of a rage keep a 12 gauge ready to spat
From the hat rack in the kitchen got fat back let no bear can have at that
MADDRAPPER PEACE
A hunter is a gunner a number one stunner
I’m a Bunter in baseball face all a grunter
When I’m a pumper of iron pursue game and do slain
Animals and mammals with rifle aims stifle your brain
Not even jessy James could trick these zesty flames
If he stuck up a nestle’s train full of chocolate and cocaine
Not even the guns of Naverone could stun and hold their own
Not even Butch Cassidy could clutch this nasty gun barrel chrome
I’m an apparel unknown like a Christmas carol song at home
Ability to shoot gun hostility in my vein run lame for blood
Like hungry vampires hang out at lonely camp fires with slugs
In my pistol belt never whistle for help four ten shotgun
Hardcore in the wind got one, the smooth bore soothe more it’s fun
Kill birds in ill herds when my luck use buck shots on deer
Rumble through the jungle zero in sights even a hero might fear
The thick sick vegetation where ticks and snakes await clear
My throat as water moccasins afloat in swamp water by order
Of nature they hate ya poison cottonmouth bite you in two just slaughters
The things I did as a kid exposed to firearms door closed need an alarm
On a farm bear may enter your home during a winter blown storm
May see a jackrabbit with a whack habit of rabies they don’t act the norm
Best keep ammo like Rambo weapons loaded in that type habitat
To be ripe for combat hell of a rage keep a 12 gauge ready to spat
From the hat rack in the kitchen got fat back let no bear can have at that
MADDRAPPER PEACE
... please make yourself at home ... 