Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bone Splitta , by - SMO. Song from the album This One's for You, in the genre КантриRelease date: 22.08.2019
Record label: Average Joes Entertainment
Song language: English
Bone Splitta |
| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha |
| Yeah, you know what time it is |
| Yeah, if it’s brown, it’s down |
| Look like that freezers gettin' low |
| Ah, we can’t have that |
| Load 'em up boys, let’s go |
| I’ma bone splitta, ready for the winter |
| Gone 'fore breakfast bringin' home dinner |
| Big buck huntin' for a wall mount |
| When I’m in my tree stand waitin' with my finger on the trigger |
| It don’t matter what season, I don’t need a better reason |
| I’m a muzzle loader lover, and I’m ready for the squeezin' |
| I’m a Real Tree wrapped, Diamond compound bow |
| With a bloodline pulled back ready to go |
| Bone splitta, splittin' bones |
| Knockin' down dinner and bringin' it home |
| All decked out in camo, never run out of ammo |
| Bone splitta, scope on tune |
| Squeezin' my trigger 'til I hear that boom |
| Click-click boom, big buck getter |
| Boy you better know I’m a bone splitta |
| You know I use that Cold Blue to hide my scent |
| I spend more on accessories than I do on my rent (Come on) |
| Rollin' down a goat trail lookin' for a big lick |
| Spottin' mule dear droppin’s by an old rock fence (Ahh shit) |
| Double back and cover my tracks |
| Up ahead in the thick I see a grand prize rack (There he is) |
| Catch my breath, make my aim |
| One shot ringer, yeah, that’s dead game (Come on) |
| Bone splitta, splittin' bones |
| Knockin' down dinner and bringin' it home |
| All decked out in camo, never run out of ammo |
| Bone splitta, scope on tune |
| Squeezin' my trigger 'til I hear that boom |
| Click-click boom, big buck getter |
| Boy you better know I’m a bone splitta |
| Get me in the Millenium with that Mossy Oak on |
| Got that Thompson/Center with the on |
| Take a deep old breath and slowly look to my left |
| A rack comin' through the woods about to put him to rest |
| I’ma get the doe bleep on just to draw him on in |
| It’s full rutt he’ll be movin' on in |
| All these accessories I got you know I’m in it to win |
| I’m rockin' scent killa catch you just down wind |
| Stepped 'bout a hundred yards finally got in the clear |
| Dropped tines stickin' in his ear |
| I hear the train in my head, heart beatin' out my chest |
| So I slowly squeeze the trigger let do the rest |
| I got the four-wheeler loaded with the kill of the year |
| Take it back to the camp, celebrate with a cold beer |
| Tag it, wear it, claim my prize |
| Smells like we havin' venison for dinner tonight, night |
| Yeah, the country done gone soft if you ask me |
| I mean damn if you’re gonna take my guns |
| Over my dead body |
| Oh you better know I’m a bone splitta |
| You say huntin' is a blood sport |
| Yeah, it’s in my blood alright |
| And I’m damn proud of it |
| One shot winner yeah that’s that |
| Come on |
| Bone splitta, splittin' bones |
| Knockin' down dinner and bringin' it home |
| All decked out in camo, never run out of ammo |
| Bone splitta, scope on tune |
| Squeezin' my trigger 'til I hear that boom |
| Click-click boom, big buck getter |
| Boy you better know I’m a bone splitta |