Country Corleon

It's the country Corleone from the top of the map Buckshot double barrel Elmer Fudd with the strap Corn husks field dust riding quads where its damp Bust my mother fucking hump make a way for my fam Giving way more than l'm takin gotta make an example Buck knife dressed in camo lookin just like I'm Rambo I'm a Northwoods vandal where we shoot and eat Bambi Eating crawfish scampi learn to fish from your granny Kept them Stains on my knees enjoying days as a youth Just a country city boy from the lakes to the roofs House parties in the country drink a brew while we cruise Are you hunter or a skater left a youngin confused But I dint have to choose, I was just one a kind You can live your fucking life do makes you alive You can live your fucking dreams set a pace and make stride I'm Wisconsin born and raised show em how to take pride Northwoods til I die, Strait Wisco badger Fearless leader of the tundra making icicles shatter Joints rolled by an old soul seem ta get fatter Perfect range from my stance swiftly climbed up the ladder It's all mind over matter, beat ya doubt's to the punch Peeped em out of my peripheral pop shots out the pump Mossberg when we hunt, munching walleye for lunch Kamikaze on a quad I do all my own stunts Tracking big bucks for fun, gander over the field Take a moment to reflect how my state make me feel I could build a hundred thing's with a saw and a drill Hard body country boy always eat what I kill