Big Racks and Bloody Backs

Im finding myself in a vicious way,
The seasons come and they go away,
There ain't enough room to bottle it up and put the lid on tight.
People say I'm crazy and I self destruct, in September when the sun comes up,
And I'm high enough that I'm strung out on a bull.

So give me big racks and bloody backs
Somewhere deep in the mountains jack,
It's where I think about this pain that I love ,
I can smoke this thing just like a drug,
I'm addicted to big racks and bloody backs.

I don't get much sleep when I close my eyes,
Nothin but sixes and big G-5s,
And mainbeams are long and mean and pitch stained black.
Nothin better than meat sacks white turned red,
Bunch of points back behind my head,
As I rock my head back and scream out I'm on fire!!

So give me big racks and bloody backs, 
Somewhere deep in the mountains jack,
It's where I think about this pain that I love, 
I can smoke this thing just like a drug,
I'm addicted to big racks and bloody backs.

Give me big racks and bloody backs,
Somewhere free is where I'm at,
I think about this pain that I love,
And I label myself as an elk thug,
I'm addicted to big racks and bloody backs.
Git Sum!!!

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