Guttermouth - What's The Big Deal? Lyrics

It's a 3 day weekend, I'm loading up my truck
Got tons of beer, might shot a deer, blow the shit out of a duck
Stever's got a cross bow, Jamie a shotgun
Anything that fucking moves, ready aim fire! [blam]
Oh my god I can't believe the antlers on that buck
It would take 40 men to load him in the truck
Niceshot, niceshot, niceshot
Got that sucker right between the eyes,
Let's get a cold one don

Love seats made from hides, stock your smoke house full of meat
Pink and blue and yellow key chains made from rabbits feet
Trade your jerky to the indians, enjoy a goon skin hat
Whip up some homemade crisco with the extra fat

I'm wishing
A flock of geese would fly on by
I'm hoping
I can bag not 4 but 5
Reloading
Jesus fucking christ
That's the biggest moose I have ever seen in my life
Get my gun, god damn it, get him

Trophies on your wall, slap some new boots on your feet
The wallet in my pocket kinda smells like meat
A half a dozen quail, a hearty rack of lamb
There must be 50 beavers in that fucking dam

If I can't shoot them I'll start a forest fire
Watch 'em run right at my gun, no need for Oscar Meyer
God damn it, that's a fine looking piece of meat young man
That one's for me so get ready I'm ready for that one their

Love seats made from hides, stock your smoke house full of meat
Pink and blue and yellow key chains made from rabbits feet
Trade your jerky to the indians, enjoy a goon skin hat
Whip up some homemade crisco with the extra fat