[Intro: Hurra Season]
Ugh, Hurra Season oh ugh. Ugh
It's a murder man
Ugh, ugh

[Chorus: Hurra Season]
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler “Did he make it? Did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh

[Verse 1: Turncoat Dirty]
Full metal jackets hit the floor 'bout when I pull up on 'em unload
Can't even see the road from muzzle flashes and the gun smoke
They asses shoulda learned though, don't fuck around with Turncoat
Dirty, hand back ashes to your mama with no urn hoe
A mortal vandal, I'm a savage with the ammo
Twin eagles in all flannel, clutch their handles like a camel
Tired of fucking with these mammals on my last nerve
Go ahead on, light a couple candles for this bastard
I'm spilling blood like I was Kevin with the chili pot
Flame coming out the MAC-11 yeah that chili hot
Don't look surprised you 'bout to die, yeah hoe you really shot
Is it time to kiss yo ass goodbye? Naw there's really not

[Chorus: Hurra Season]
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
[Verse 2: Turncoat Dirty]
187 with that Wesson and it's letting 'em fly
Aggressive lessons with a weapon that’s how I'm letting 'em die
You wanna soak in gasoline and then go step in the fire
You must be smoking ketamine you fiend, I reckon you're high
So I'm 'bout to air this motherfucker out
Come in the house, you're laying there on the fucking couch
Spit on the tip and I put that bitch in your fucking mouth
Unload the clip until that click and I'm fucking out
This southern devil, Frank Castle-ing these actors with savageness
Black talons leaving holes in these bastards it’s cavernous
Wendigo tearing through the flesh, my tactics are ravenous
Red mist out your bitch ass, I swear that it's fabulous (It's a murder man)

[Chorus: Hurra Season]
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me, agh
They say I'm throwed off, I load up and I load off
I'm a big stepper, hit him up 'til he doze off
They holler "did he make it? did he make it?" I drove off
It's a 187 I think we up by eleven ya heard me

[Outro: Hurra Season]
Agh, it's the murder man, ah, mister murder man, yeah. It's a murder man, it's a murder man, it's a murder man