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He became enraged by the amount of deer hunters 'at play'He swore to himself that he would absolutely not ignorethis warped activity that he profoundly deplored...So he snuck into the woods to drop some sons and daddiesHe climbed into a tree stand and smoked a fattyAlong came a brush bustin' deer blastin' fanaticThe locals called his death an 'accident' and 'tragic'Open season for hunter slaughterOpen season for hunter slaughterOpen season for hunter slaughterOpen season for the hunter slaughterIt wasn't long before he was at it againActing on the knowledge that hunting is sick and must endA fresh blanket of snow was on the groundThe day that hunter gunned thirteen downHe butchered 'em just like factoried hogsHe stacked near a cord of human logs'Hey you, STOP!' someone yelledIt was the game warden so he ran like hell!!!His ballistically vented hunter loathingHad caused a situation quite forebodingHe ran... He ran...He blazed through the bush with the speed of a deerThe bulbous game warden was no longer nearHe slyly circled finally reaching his carToasting his escape with two quarts from a barHe drove, swillling beer to calm his nerves,He drove...Only days passed before he crpt back in the woodsTo quell this sick sport as much as one man possibly couldHe passed spare time contemplating fantastic dreams...The end of all human folly so cruel and blatantly obsceneHe spied prey in his crosshairsSome sick fuck hunting bearHunter clenched his gun and wryly smiledThis pathetic 'sportsman' was gonna dieHe yelled 'Hey fuck you, dummy!'The 30-06 round ripped through his tummyHe followed the blood trail but did not runCaved the prey's head in with the butt of his gunHunter still lurks in the woods ofNortheast Pennsylvania!
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