When I was a boy, my pop bought me a gun
Said, "Son, this ain't no toy it's time you learn to hunt
Buy bullets by the case, put em' up on your shelf
'Cause there's a chance one day that this world's gonna go to hell"
And he's damn sure proud of me
'Cause now my philosophy is
If ain't loaded, better rack one
Get a bloodhound that'll track one
Every buck could be your last one
When there's bombs up in the sky
You won't find me strapped for backstrap
Crying at that crashing Nasdaq
You can bet your country ass that
I'ma kill shit till I die
Die
Kill shit till I die
Die (Kill shit till I)
You ain't gotta listen to me
But you better find you some land
'Cause you ain't gonna live off mine
When the Walmarts hit the fan
So corn up all your feeders
Show up before the sun
And son, when you fill that freezer
Go get you another one
If ain't loaded, better rack one
Get a bloodhound that'll track one
Every buck could be your last one
When there's bombs up in the sky
You won't find me strapped for backstrap
Crying at the crashing Nasdaq
You can bet your country ass that
I'ma kill shit till I die
Die
Kill shit till I die
Die (Kill shit till I)
If ain't loaded, better rack one
Get a bloodhound that'll track one
Every buck could be your last one
When there's bombs up in the sky
You won't find me strapped for backstrap
Crying at that crashing Nasdaq
You can bet your country ass that
I'ma kill shit till I die (Die, die)
Kill shit till I die (Die)
Die
Kill shit till I (Die, die, die, die)
Kill shit till I (Die, die, die, die)
Kill shit till I
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