When I was a boy
My pop bought me a gun
Said, "Son, this ain't no toy
It's time you learn to hunt
Buy bullets by the case
Put em' up on your shelf
'Cause there's a chance one day that
This world's gonna go to hell"

And he's damn sure proud of me
'Cause now my philosophy is

If it ain't loaded, better rack one
Get a bloodhound that'll track one
Every buck could be your last one
When there's bombs up in the sky
You won't find me strapped for back strap
Crying at that crashing Nasdaq
You can bet your country ass that
I'ma kill shit 'til I die
Die
Kill shit 'til I die
Die (kill shit 'til I)

You ain't gotta listen to me
But you better find you some land
'Cause you ain't gonna live off mine
When the Walmarts hit the fan
So corn up all your feeders
Show up before the sun
And son, when you fill that freezer
Go get you another one

If it ain't loaded, better rack one
Get a bloodhound that'll track one
Every buck could be your last one
When there's bombs up in the sky
You won't find me strapped for back strap
Crying at that crashing Nasdaq
You can bet your country ass that
I'ma kill shit 'til I die
Die
Kill shit 'til I die
Die (kill shit 'til I)

If it ain't loaded, better rack one
Get a bloodhound that'll track one
Every buck could be your last one
When there's bombs up in the sky
You won't find me strapped for back strap
Crying at that crashing Nasdaq
You can bet your country ass that
I'ma kill shit 'til I die (die, die)
Kill shit 'til I die (die)
Die

Kill shit 'til I (die, die, die, die)
Kill shit 'til I (die, die, die, die)
Kill shit 'til I

Copyright: Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): David Arthur Garcia, Hunter Phelps, Michael Hardy