Bukshot My Woods, My Rules Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I'm in the woods in my cabin just chillin'
Just came in from the forest, all of stabbin' and the killin'
Got blood on my flannel, put my rifle on the mantle
Lit a scented candle, turned on the hunting channel
Think about dinner, I'm a hungry, fat Taurus
Then I heard a noise, looked out the window in the forest
A Hansel and a Gretel in the woods, f*ckin' tourists
'Bout to let 'em meet my kettle, there ain't nothin' like some porridge
Introduce myself, I'm an angry f*ckin' old man
Shouldn't have wandered out here so this is your bad
Grip around my fiberglass handle, long ax
My woods, my rules, these are cold facts
[Chorus: Bukshot]
This is my cabin, my woods, my rules
I'ma get to stabbin' these fools like Jeffrey Dahmer
My cabin, my woods, my rules
I'ma help me, daddy, mama, mama
Lumberjack cuttin' and we all plan
Choppin' that lumber with a tall axe
Wandered in the forest, now it's all bad
Looked in my cabin, sure I saw that

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
What you think was gonna happen when you stumbled on my cabin?
I'm a hunter, a savage, hysterically I'm laughin'
You overreached and underestimated me, the slashin'
Will continue, never slackin', always grindin', so imagine
See I'm sick of these wicked gangster wannabes
Linked up with a cosign but never be more than me
Never seen 'em go, they keep actin' hard, quotin' me
Find your body floatin' in a channel in the Florida Keys
Call 'em alligator snack, nothin' floats down there
Crash 'em down with the ax and a bone-cold stare Disappear from the weird, stay clear from the beard
And the flannel in the woods, don't you come around here

[Chorus: Bukshot]
This is my cabin, my woods, my rules
I'ma get to stabbin' these fools like Jeffrey Dahmer
My cabin, my woods, my rules
I'ma help me, daddy, mama, mama
Lumberjack cuttin' and we all plan
Choppin' that lumber with a tall axe
Wandered in the forest, now it's all bad
Looked in my cabin, sure I saw that
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Well hello there Mr. Sheriff
I'd invite you in my cabin, but it's messy, I'm embarrassed
What brings you to my forest, though? I'd love to be some help
Said he came to ask some questions 'cause I knew the woods so well Said he's looking for a couple who went missing last week
And found a hiking boot, downstream, bottom of the creek
Started lookin' at me funny, on my porch, saw some blood drops
Reachin' for his gun, he's too late (*Gunfire*), buckshots
Like Tom Petty, don't you come around here
Shotguns and machetes make my problems disappear
Conscience never heavy huntin' people like deer
These are my woods, my rules, this is my career

[Chorus: Bukshot]
This is my cabin, my woods, my rules
I'ma get to stabbin' these fools like Jeffrey Dahmer
My cabin, my woods, my rules
I'ma help me, daddy, mama, mama
Lumberjack cuttin' and we all plan
Choppin' that lumber with a tall axe
Wandered in the forest, now it's all bad
Looked in my cabin, sure I saw that