SD Rumble Rally

Lyrics

The Wack Rats — South Dakota 2026 [Intro – Spoken] November’s comin’… Shotguns cleaned… Coolers loaded… Three Wack Rats headed north. Nubz. Desert Dog. Jizzy J. Aberdeen… you poor sons of bitches ain’t ready. [Verse 1] Truck pointed north and we’re ready to roll, South Dakota roosters better find them a hole. Three Wack Rats comin’ with shells by the case, And somebody’s damn sure gettin’ laughed outta this place. Nubz got the shotgun, ready to lead, DD’s Iron Gripper’s got a hell of a squeeze. Jizzy J’s talkin’ like he never fucking misses— We ain’t even left yet and he’s makin’ excuses! [Pre-Chorus] Cornfields, cattails, cold November air, When that first rooster flushes— THREE GUNS IN THE AIR! [Chorus] ABERDEEN AIN’T READY! The Wack Rats are comin’ to town! Roosters start runnin’ when they hear that sound! Boots in the dirt, twelve gauges gettin’ loud, Three dumb bastards makin’ Wack Rats proud! ABERDEEN AIN’T READY! Better hide every bird you got! We came for the pheasants, the beer, and the shots! From California all the way to South Dakota— WACK RATS ARE COMIN’—AND WE’RE TAKIN’ OVER! [Verse 2] First bird gets up and we’ll settle it quick, Whoever drops him first gets to talk their shit. But if JJ misses one twenty feet away, We’ll remind that motherfucker every goddamn day. DD’s in the grass with the Iron Grip tight, Probably claimin’ somebody else’s bird by night. Nubz says, “Boys, just watch how it’s done,” Then three shells disappear and the rooster still runs! [Break] WHO SHOT IT?! NUBZ: “That was mine!” DD: “Bullshit!” JJ: “I hit him first!” Dog brings the rooster back… Nobody knows. THAT’S A WACK RAT BIRD! [Chorus] ABERDEEN AIN’T READY! The Wack Rats are comin’ to town! Roosters start runnin’ when they hear that sound! Boots in the dirt, twelve gauges gettin’ loud, Three dumb bastards makin’ Wack Rats proud! ABERDEEN AIN’T READY! Better hide every bird you got! We came for the pheasants, the beer, and the shots! From California all the way to South Dakota— WACK RATS ARE COMIN’—AND WE’RE TAKIN’ OVER! [Bridge – Half Time] It ain’t really about who shoots the most, Or who misses a rooster damn near close. It’s three old friends with another story to make, Talking shit from sunrise till the end of the day. Years keep rollin’, but one thing stays true— Give us birds, cold beer, and something stupid to do. And someday when we’re too damn old to hunt this way, We’ll still be tellin’ lies about Aberdeen someday. [BUILD] But that ain’t today… HELL NO! Load ’em up! [Final Chorus] ABERDEEN AIN’T READY! LET THE WILD ROOSTERS FLY! Three Wack Rats underneath that Dakota sky! Nubz! DD! JIZZY J! Talkin’ shit and huntin’ all damn day! ABERDEEN AIN’T READY! November’s gonna leave a mark! From the first damn flush till the last call after dark! Three best friends and another story begins— THE WACK RATS ARE HEADED TO ABERDEEN! [Outro – Spoken] South Dakota… You’ve been warned. Nubz. Desert Dog. Jizzy J. Wack Rats. November 2026. Keep your barrels hot… You know the rest. 😂