My Woods, My Rules

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] I'm in the woods in my cabin just chillin' Just came in from the forest from a stabbin' and a killin' Got blood on my flannel, put my rifle on the mantle Lit a scented candle, turned on the huntin' channel Thinkin 'bout dinner, I'm a hungry, fat Taurus Then I heard a noise, look out the window in the forest A Hansel and a Gretel in the woods, fuckin' tourists 'Bout to let 'em meet my kettle, there ain't nothin' like some porridge Introduce myself, I'm an angry fuckin' old man (Old man) Shouldn't have wandered out here, so this is your bad (Your bad) Grip around my fiberglass handle, long ax (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, I'm a Lumberjack cuttin' into your flesh Choppin' up lumber with a tall axe Wandered in my forest, now it's all bad Looked in my cabin, should've 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 a quota key, actin' hard, quotin' me Find your body floatin' in a channel in the Florida Keys (Florida Keys) Call 'em alligator snack, nothin' floats down there Crash 'em down with the ax and the bone-cold stare Disappear from the weird, stay clear from the beard And the flannel in the woods, don't you come around here (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, I'm a Lumberjack cuttin' into your flesh Choppin' up lumber with a tall axe Wandered in my forest, now it's all bad Looked in my cabin, should've 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 lookin' for a couple who went missin' last week And found a hikin' 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, I'm a Lumberjack cuttin' into your flesh Choppin' up lumber with a tall axe Wandered in my forest, now it's all bad Looked in my cabin, should've saw that