Backwoods Sam loves hunting. This song is half-written half-improv
We'll lead as two kings.
Nah, fuck it.
Story behind the song
Backwoods Sam loves hunting. This song is half-written half-improv
Lyrics
In the backwoods of Tennessee
I am Sam and I am me
You are you walking through the woods
I play mind games as the sun goes down
Now it's time to have fun
I pull out my short range small round gun
I don't mean to kill so I aim real low
One shot to the leg and down you go
I yell "yeehaw, it's on tonight!"
You scream at the horror of that sight
I lick my lips in anticipation
This is even better than masturbation
Redneck times are redneck thrills
It doesn't matter how much blood spills
'cause in the woods your screams aren't heard
There's no life around not even the birds
I find new ways of torture
Such as taking burning wood and shoving it in your anus, heh
You scream real loud and it is very pleasant
I like the joys of pain
The tears in your eyes make me serene
I can not tell you how I feel
Words can not describe the thrill of kill
I don't consider you equal
I don't consider you a life
I don't consider you a rival
I just consider you a holder for my knife
Your screams now annoy me to the point of hurt
I slit your throat look at the splirts
You gurgle your very last few breaths
You are the first of my many deaths
