Whitetail, now red the bloody doe
Stalking, you're on your tippy toes
Creepin' around so no deer knows
Think that's an animal
Bruises on both your knees
As you crawl through the bush and trees
You shoot what you want when you're wanting to
Your gun so clinical
(Chorus)
So you're a tough guy Like a bit of rough guy
Just can't get enough Chest or in the neck guy
You're that mag type Make a Sambar gag type
Keep your grouping mad tight Might seduce a stag type
You're a mag guy
Sssh!
You're a mag guy
I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't
Own me, I'll let you play the role Ill be the gate b*tch
My buddy likes to thermal spots With me but he won't thermal long
If he sees all the fallow He'll placate his trigger itch
So you're a tough guy Like a bit of rough guy
Just can't get enough guy Chest or in the neck guy
You're that mag type Make a Sambar gag type
Keep your grouping mad tight Might seduce a stag type
You're a mag guy
Shhh...
You're a mag guy
Ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba
You're always emptying your load, bro
I like it when we go hunt I guess I'm pretty glad I'm not in bed
You said she's scared of me? I mean I don't see that she sees me
But maybe it's 'cause my gun's aimed at her head
I'm a mag guy
I'm a mag guy