Brew‑Shot Buckin' Beats

Testo

The Wack Rats’ Pre-Hunt Anthem [Verse 1] Truck’s all loaded, shotguns cased, Shells in the bag and beer in place, Jizzy J says, “Boys, just have one,” That was twelve damn beers ago and we ain’t done. Nubz is yelling, “We gotta hunt at five!” Desert Dog says, “Hell, I’m barely alive!” Alarm’s set, but nobody cares, We’re three hours from huntin’ and drunk as bears. [Pre-Chorus] Somebody says, “Boys, we oughta hit the sack,” Somebody else just cracked another 30-pack. We look at the clock — HOLY SHIT, IT’S TWO! Guess sleeping ain’t what Wack Rats do! [Chorus] 🎵 THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! And we’re drunker than hell! Can’t find my boots, And Jizzy J just fell! THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! Should’ve gone to bed at ten, But Desert Dog yelled, “ONE MORE ROUND!” So we fucked up again! Coffee in the morning, Coors tonight, We’ll sober up somewhere Around first light! WACK RATS, BOYS — RAISE ’EM HIGH! We got THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! 🎵 [Verse 2] Fourteen alarms start ringing at four, Nobody knows who’s sleeping on the floor, Somebody’s hunting pants are soaking wet, Nobody remembers how they got that way yet. Jizzy J wakes up looking half-dead, Desert Dog’s got a trash can next to his bed, Nubz walks in yelling, “GET YOUR ASSES UP!” Then immediately pukes in a Solo cup. [Pre-Chorus] Shotgun? Check. Shells? Check. License? …shit. Where the hell did I put it? Truck’s warming up, Sun’s coming quick, Somebody says, “Who’s driving?” NOT THIS DICK! [Chorus] 🎵 THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! And we’re drunker than hell! Can’t find my boots, And Jizzy J just fell! THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! Should’ve gone to bed at ten, But Desert Dog yelled, “ONE MORE ROUND!” So we fucked up again! Coffee in the morning, Coors tonight, We’ll sober up somewhere Around first light! WACK RATS, BOYS — RAISE ’EM HIGH! We got THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! 🎵 [Bridge – Spoken, Half Drunk] “Alright, listen up, Wack Rats… We gotta leave in fifteen minutes.” “Where’s Jizzy J?” “He’s asleep in the garage.” “Where’s Desert Dog?” “Throwing up.” “Where’s Nubz?” PSSSHHHHT! “…Did that motherfucker just open another beer?” DAMN RIGHT. [Breakdown] No sleep! Red eyes! Bad choices! SUNRISE! Cold beer! Bird dogs! Hangovers! WACK RATS! [Final Chorus] 🎵 THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! Hell, now there’s only two! We came here to kill some birds, But the booze damn near killed the crew! THREE HOURS TILL FLY TIME! Tomorrow we’ll learn our lesson… BULLSHIT! Next hunt we’ll do the same damn thing, That’s Wack Rat tradition! Load the truck, Grab the guns, Morning’s here — LET’S FUCKIN’ RUN! WACK RATS FOREVER — RAISE ’EM HIGH! THREE! TWO! ONE! IT’S FLY TIME! 🎵 [Outro] PSSSHHHHT! “Who the fuck just opened another beer?” “…Nubz.” WACK RAAAAAATS!