[Chorus: Smallz One]
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you

[Verse 1: King Torch & DaeLyte]
Welcome to the game, and take lives with steak knives
Fully loaded death racer we don't waste time
Got a heater to your head, better pray to Saving Grace
But this razor wire got me thinking that I'll filet your face
He said filet your face, I'm gonna take out your heart
Carvin' out your insides until you slip into the dark
Callin' up SCUM as he'll sharpen up the blade
Callin' in Poetry to make my motherfucking day
Make your motherfucking day, we gonna turn this bitch tonight
Got the axe and the claw, shut off the fucking lights
I'm a sadist, cut 'em loose and chase 'em through the trees
Chainsaw puffin' smoke in the sky as they scream
While they're here screaming, pin them with the meathook
Leavin' false clues everywhere the police look
You think you won the game but now I'm gonna spray
Acid upon you and watch you waste away
[Chorus: Smallz One]
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry & SCUM]
Come play this game with The Butcher Brothers, it's hunting season
And we are Lycans to fresh meat when it comes to eatin'
You are captured in a cage and released for our sickest pleasures
Enjoy watching your limbs severed
Our adrenaline is rushing and this chase is like a drug
Ha, and blood that's steady gushing, many graves are getting dug
In a private cemetery there's no crosses where they lay
Hunt for sport and here's the spot for the disposal of our prey
This is the moment I can say you are the one we got our sights upon
Catch you then we draining your blood till your life is gone
Another blood eagle victim filleted, spine is gone
Inside our fortress of terror where my designs are drawn
Butcher Brothers, couple others that are just as sick as us
And they headhunting humans walking, they say you can trust
That nobody's getting spared, running scared for they lives
That are hunted with the hunters with them long and shiny knives
[Chorus: Smallz One]
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you
The season is now, the hunters are huntin'
Grab all your shit and commence the runnin'
Boy watch your back, them crosshairs will get you
Live to see another day, I doubt that they'll let you