Dan Wonacott - Mag Guy lyrics

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