Bugout

Can you smell the gun smoke, blowin' through the air
Cordite ain't the only surprise when you've got no time to prepare
We all pay the price when the shit hits the fan, let me tell you a straight up fact
I've packed my bags and I shoot to kill, for the hills I'm gonna make like hell
And Bugout

So tap, rack, and bang
Clear the fields for the culling
This last warning if you ain't trained
Better hope that your name doesn't end up on a bullet

Gonna cut you down, about unload on your fucking grill
Time to fight for your tribe, kill who you have to kill
So step up for your brothers, snap a neck for your mother
You fucking waste of life say goodnight, you're about to get your wig split
So Bugout



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Writer(s): Troy Sharp
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