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ARTIST: Bobby Singer ft. Team Free Will and Crowley
TRACK: I'll Make A Hunter Out Of You
I’m so sorry, I made another song. Based of “I’ll Make A Man Out Of You” from Disney’s Mulan, Bobby tries to help Castiel and the boys become the hunters they were meant to be. Of course, they get a little carried away. All voices by me. Enjoy!
CASTIEL: I think I’d like to become a hunter. DEAN: Cas…you can’t just become a hunter. It takes hard work, dedication, and conditioning. Plus a healthy level of badassness and courage. Like, can you even shoot a gun? CASTIEL: I think I can handle it, Dean. After all, I have killed before. I’m an angel of the Lord. I can handle a gun if my angel blade won’t suffice. SAM: I don’t know Cas, you really think you can handle being a hunter? It’s hard not only physically, but mentally too. You really can’t have attachments. BOBBY: Ah shut up boys, you don’t know the dog’s nuts about being a real damn hunter. DEAN: Oh really? And you do? BOBBY: Listen up, idjits, I’ll make a hunter out of you.
Let’s get down to business Grab the salt and guns Did they send me pussies When I asked for sons? You’re the dumbest bunch I ever met But you can bet Before we’re through Idjits, I’ll make hunters out of you
Now listen up.
First y’all do your research On the witch, or djinn Once you find what kills it you are sure to win
You’re a spineless, pale pathetic lot (Dean: Hey!) And you haven’t got a clue Somehow I’ll make hunters out of you
DEAN: Bobby you’re a real Pain in the ass
SAM: Say good-bye chicks and whiskey
CASTIEL: I don’t understand The voice says I’m all out!
DEAN: Jeez, Cas, just forget the phone!
CROWLEY: This is really too amusing.
BOBBY: Now I really wish that I Had some more gin (Be a Man)
DEAN: We must be swift as The coursing river (Be a man)
CASTIEL: With all the force Of a great typhoon (Be a man)
BOBBY: What the hell are y’all Singing about
SAM: Mysterious as the Dark side of the moon
CASTIEL: Time is racing toward us till Lucifer’s rise
BOBBY: Then why don’t ya shut up And you might survive
CROWLEY: You’re unsuited for Hell’s opening door So pack up, go home you’re through How could he make hunters out of you?
(Be a man)
SAM, DEAN, CASTIEL: We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
(Be a man) We must be swift as the Coursing river (Be a man) With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
BOBBY: Well good luck out there boys, your sorry asses are gonna need it.
posted 2:08 pm on Sunday, March 10, 2013 with 17,205 notes