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mistro (disobey 93) - hunting season lyrics

[verse 1]
this ain’t survival, no last resort in desperation
you k!ll for sport as a depraved form of recreation
it’s no sport if they partic+p+te unwillingly
just a spineless coward out on a k!lling spree
the fear lights up their eyes, but you pull the trigger
you’ve become a serial k!ller like jack the ripper
it’s not embedded in your dna, don’t even say it
a desire for murder is not f+cking inherent
if we’re meant to hunt, how come you cook the meat
why don’t you rip through
raw flesh with your bare t++th
like a cannibal, admit that it’s impractical
you’re just a violent assailant, tyrannical
only a sick mentality could harm animals casually
left bleeding in agony at the hands of humanity
a license to k!ll doesn’t justify obscenity
ethically, murder of the innocent is a felony

[hook]
the hunters will be hunted, that’s the fair game
grab all your weapons and take the f+cking aim
you get your head shot, and your face beaten
k!ll every primal motherf+cker, it’s hunting season

the hunters will be hunted, that’s the fair game
grab all your weapons and take the f+cking aim
you get your head shot, and your face beaten
k!ll every primal motherf+cker, it’s hunting season
[verse 2]
you’re a human beast, no compassion visible
f+ck your tradition; it’s a horrible medieval ritual
stop the invasion, their habitat is not our terrain
mankind has never been a part of any food chain
you don’t hunt for food, you hunt for adrenaline
a fear of appearing feminine, it’s evident
bet you feel like a man as you prey upon the unarmed
you get a bullet to the chest for every animal harmed
karma bites your ass in the shape of capital punishment
so don’t come crying if you get shot “by accident”
put down your weapon if you wanna be spared
if you refuse to change, then you better be prepared
a bullet through your heart like a raging cupid
i do it as retaliation for the lives you ruined
i grab my rifle, load the clip and make the game fair
expect to die; i got you in my crosshair

the hunters will be hunted, that’s the fair game
grab all your weapons and take the f+cking aim
you get your head shot, and your face beaten
k!ll every primal motherf+cker, it’s hunting season

- mistro disobey 93 lyrics

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