by Hunter Rapper

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released May 3, 2011

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Track Name: Hunter Braggin
Like a seafood club
I’m The Deadliest Catch
Gonna win gold at the hot dog eating contest
Oktoberfest breasts
And a can of Pringles
Tree trunk legs gonna make you tingle
Sound like Christmas when my bling jingle
Hunter Rapper don’t text
But I’ll send ya smoke signals

I’m a bit satanic
And fully Germanic
Would you like an oil change?
I’m a m-echanic
Gush sweat like a can of Pam
Ladies let me see your mammograms!
Drop critters like Vietnam
But I’m still sweeter than a Coke ham
I’m way sweeter than a Coca Cola ham

Gravy make me crazy
I like my meat gamey
Pop off, Bumbaclot! Got aim like Dick Cheney
Better duck! duck! goose or I’ll getcha in the crainey
Um, what the deuce?
Is with this chanteuse?
Hunter Rapper - Gum flapper
Lookin so damn spruce
Kiss my rings like you do the pope
Best rapper alive aint Jay-Z
It’s Meatloaf!
Cause I’d do anything for blood
Nothing tastes better than peace doves

Bitches and does
camo clothes
missing teeth and
camel toes
white bread rolls
beef that’s froze
sloppy joes
Rambo knows
Track Name: Booty Time
What’s black and white and red all over? X4
Page C5 - the obits
One day we all gonna
Kick the bucket
Bone man cometh
It’s cosmic
Punchin’ out lights
Like a vandalist
Can’t handle this?

Steel yourself
Don’t fear the Reaper
Got your number
On his beeper
Fail the test
of the Grim Teacher
Death delivers
Sure aint pizza
Ha ha
I like pizza

Man in black
Gonna take you back
Grind you to dust
It’s a hard fact
Ashes, acids
There you be
Skull’s a jar
It’s just pottery
It’s a lottery…

Cheatah cheatah, pumpkin eater
Won’t eat meat
Cause it makes you weep-ha
Eden’s curse, no easy meals, naw
Nothing “dies” if it’s used to feed-ah

Pop goes the weasel

Animal, mineral, vegetable, chemical
Break it down to the polemic(al)
The Gaza Strippers and the gangs of Rio
Know murdah been around since the Pale-o
Oh sole mio! Oh sole mio!

Terrorist to pacifist
We all fall down
Death’s communist
Geronimo, Guantanamo
Life’s a line of dominoes
Kabbalism, animism
Look through the prism of metabolism
Energy cycling like a bike
Free your mind or
Take a hike
Wizards live
On charnel ground
Burning candles
How profound
Droppin corpse on flaming ships
Coins for eyes, shiny bits
Bodies feed the dark below
It all comes back now
Don’t cha know?
The village feasts on Moby Dick
The circle’s full
At this picnic

Holy shit
This is holy shit

Cute ones first
And that’s an order
I like kittens
That’s pretty normal
Let bugs and junk
Get past your border!
Ugly stuff
And squishy fish
Are crucial, too
Now make a fist…

…And say, “I love fish!”

Cheatah cheatah, pumpkin eater
Won’t eat meat
Cause it makes you weep-ha
Eden’s curse, no easy meals, naw
Nothing “dies” if it’s used to feed-ah

Pop goes that weasel

Da butcher, baker, my moneymaker
Muscle is food
We got any takers?
Here’s a tip
From a forest ranger
Dunk your dinner
Like an LA Laker!

No fakers
Track Name: Case 4 Carnivores
Away in a manger
No crib for my bed
The little Hunter Rapper
Had no water, no bread
My belly was empty
Grabbed an axe from the shed
And with my tummy grumblin’
I lopped off some heads!

Cluck cluck pluckin
Click click plug em
Killin is my business
And the vegans? Well, fug em!
They can walk the soft path
While I’m drawing a bloodbath
Cause forest flesh aint diabolical
Grill it babe, it’s “bio-logical”

I’m not picky
I’m pro-protein
Heart, brains, lungs, tongue, liver and spleen
Placenta polenta
Tripe and beans
Parts are just parts
They’re not unclean
There’s more waste in a pack of tofu
Than the carcass of the deer I brought you
Ask me if its life mattered
Before its fat fried and beer battered
Shaky, shaky shake them death rattles
Watch your shoes get splattered
When I cut the moose bladder

Apples from Cali, figs from Peru
Barrels of oil makin food for you
Frogs killed by tractors
Snakes run over too!
We’re all psycho killers when the day is through
“I don’t eat eggs, I don’t eat cheese”
Your cell phone is killin off all them killer bees
Carrots aint holy
That’s what I’ve deduced
And everything suffers when it’s mass “pro-duced”
Give props to the trappers and Rednex
Cause it all makes sense in context

You tell me to stop?
I fan out like a peacock!
Like a peacock!
Like a peacock!
Track Name: Omnivzdelivzz
Midriff like a mastiff
Work you round the clock
Like a split shift
I could deadlift
Any word writ
And shoot thunderbolts out my armpits!
Be alarmed kids
This is true grit
I’ll grind haters down
Into 8 bits
Nouns and epithets
Verbs are bullets
Would you rather be hunters or peasants?

The best way to eat
Is like a country bumpkin
Open up a rabbit
And go spelunkin’
Eggs from the barn
Bread in the oven
Stirring jams n jellies
Like a witch’s coven
If you love the land
It’ll come up pure
If it’s covered in leaves
Or covered in fur
You’re an omnivore
There’s no dilemma
Do you want the dregs
Or the creme de la crema?

Lots of choice
At the grocery store
Should I eat from the garden
Or the killing floor?
What about the Buddhists
and what they explore?
Gettin’ fed was once a thrill
Now it’s a chore
Do I read the labels
Or just ignore?
Need a moral compass
to find the shore?
I like sweatin in silk
I like militant milk
Let’s wear leather together
Ya know I’m built
Jacked up on stilts
And from where I stand
Rather bag something fresh
Than eat from cans

Getting labial
with my syllables
Language is full of symbols
Grind n mastication
This is pre-dation
I’m starting up an army
Called the True Food Nation
I’m a stonemason
Slappin’ down bricks
Get nimble, Jack
And lick my split!
Til I’m singin’ them hymnals
Rock the pitch shift
Don’t gimmie the dismals
Deliver the trip

Arrows fly over
The trumpet of hunters
Yielding to hunger
That gun sounds like thunder
We take from the woods yeah
We take from the Mother
Eat with our elders
We eat out of wonder

Snow comes like powder
The going gets harder
The blood from our brothers
Will keep in the larder
We are not intruders
Or raiding marauders
Sustained by surrender
We’re gentle dispatchers
Track Name: Slam Dunk Nature
Nature’s extra ultimate tit
Come and get a slurp on it
Gotta supersize that shit
No other mother’s got this to give

You got to high five nature
You got slam dunk nature
You got to high five nature
You got to slam dunk nature

Jungle ringtones make me wish
I could hand gut all my fish
Nothing’s greater than the squish
Of hollowing a head to make a dish

You got to high five nature
You got slam dunk nature
You got to high five nature
You got to slam dunk nature

Droppin butts don’t make you tough
When little birdies take that stuff
Filters make great nesting fluff
Moderate litter ain’t no guff

You got to high five nature…