Rap Song

You might think is a country song, i’m singing about trucks, mud, beer, and Paul mauls but I promise you this ain’t a country song Paul. We in the woods, shotgun in my lap, keep my gun always strapped, got my eyes peeled, looking through the field, I start to see antlers and I can’t really feel my damn toes, it’s so cold, I’m almost froze, but damn i’m just a country boy who loves the woods and the deer, the mud and the beer, always riding in my truck Paul maul hanging out the window taking granny to bingo gonna scoop up fine shit on the way back to do the dirty in the field with the deer might crack a beer might light a ciggy because I got my gun in my lap I always stay strapped because i’m just a country boy, but this ain’t a country song, nah this ain’t a country song