Jake LaCoste - Country Corleon

It's the country Corleone from the top of the map
Buckshot double barrel Elmer Fudd with the strap
Corn husks field dust riding quads where its damp
Bust my mother fucking hump make a way for my fam
Giving way more than l'm takin gotta make an example
Buck knife dressed in camo lookin just like I'm Rambo
I'm a Northwoods vandal where we shoot and eat Bambi
Eating crawfish scampi learn to fish from your granny
Kept them Stains on my knees enjoying days as a youth
Just a country city boy from the lakes to the roofs
House parties in the country drink a brew while we cruise
Are you hunter or a skater left a youngin confused

But I dint have to choose, I was just one a kind
You can live your fucking life do makes you alive
You can live your fucking dreams set a pace and make stride
I'm Wisconsin born and raised show em how to take pride
Northwoods til I die, Strait Wisco badger
Fearless leader of the tundra making icicles shatter
Joints rolled by an old soul seem ta get fatter
Perfect range from my stance swiftly climbed up the ladder
It's all mind over matter, beat ya doubt's to the punch
Peeped em out of my peripheral pop shots out the pump
Mossberg when we hunt, munching walleye for lunch
Kamikaze on a quad I do all my own stunts
Tracking big bucks for fun, gander over the field
Take a moment to reflect how my state make me feel
I could build a hundred thing's with a saw and a drill
Hard body country boy always eat what I kill

Written by:
Jacob Cayo

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