Who be Illin'?

I see you busters decide you want some again
Trying to bust rhymes about me and my friends
So don’t call it a come back – I’ve been here before
Like a mouse at the clubhouse – I’m back for some more

I see you boys on the site try to go like Pro
But don't battle me, I may as well have a Fro
I’m rhyming and stealin, you got ring round the Rosie
And I saw you bust Elvis on the mike at Miss Josie’s

With a tear in your eye, you were belting it out
You were feeling it baby – bottom lip all poked out
I about cried myself as you sang like the King
You Took Care of Business, Sounded like the real thing

I was impressed with how you tried to kick it
But when you were finished, all I heard was crickets
Hunter called me today and got me all riled up
Saying you were busting on me and my pup

Then Grolley jumped in and tried to get on a roll
All cause some guy that’s got fire in the hole
Stirred up the pot, and cranked up the burner
If you new guys can’t bring it, You better be a fast learner

If you don’t hunt with a dog, you don’t know what you’re missin’
But don’t hunt with me if you dog won’t listen
But it’s all good – It’s just fun between friends
But when you're hunting with us don’t forget your thick skin

But don’t hide at the house because of my flow
I’ll jump out my truck and I’ll kick down the doe
We’re straight out Three Rivers, and we bring it like that
We call ducks close enough for a baseball bat

But we all pay our money, get a sticker and hat
We eat at Betty’s and Josie’s and our bellies get fat
But we’ll make it through football and then it’s on with the killin
Then we really will see which Honkie be Illin’