| Grandpa:
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| When you’re growing up as a youngun buck
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| And the daddy yak shows you how to cluck
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| And you talk one day, then the clucking comes to an end
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| Whoa…
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| It’s a glass half full of scotch approach
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| Like the mommy cub teaches her goats
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| If you live or you’re shot in the head it all depends
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| And when you wake up with blood on your dick
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| And you don’t even know where it came from
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| There are stories told of man’s fall from grace
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| He rapes the land just so he can ate
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| But stories suck so fuck 'em right in the face
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| And even if you put on weight
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| Just poop it out and refill your plate
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| Cause the older you get the more you hibernate
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| And when you wake up with blood on your dick
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| And you don’t even know where it came from
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Buffaloes:
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| Don’t shoot us
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| Don’t shoot us please
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| Don’t shoot us
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| Don’t shoot us please
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| Baby buffalo:
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| Now listen brother, you don’t wanna do this
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| I just lost my mom and dad for dick
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| Deep down I know there’s a heart inside that head
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| Whoa…
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| And if you’re really that goddamn hungry
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| Just eat my parents right in front of me
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| And I’ll raise my buffalo friends to seek revenge
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| All:
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Baby buffalo:
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| But when you wake up with blood on your dick
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| And you don’t even know where it came from
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| (Spoken) just do it motherfuck-
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| Grandpa:
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Daughter, son:
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t
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| Grandpa:
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| You wake up with blood on your dick
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| In a pool of your vomit
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| Picking turds off your ass
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| Your whole breakfast is grass
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| You got mud on your shoes
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| Holy hell they’re fucking hooves
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| Your hind legs are sore
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| Yeah that’s right, you’ve got four
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| And you don’t even know her damn name
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| Grandpa:
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| Sometimes it pays to be an animal
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| Sometimes don’t |