Demon Hunting (sung to the tune of Thrift Shop)

Hey, Dean? Can we go demon hunting?

I'm gonna kill some ghosts
Only got some rock salt in my rifle
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for my brother
Where's that little bitch gone?

Nah, walk up to the grave like, "What up, I got a big shovel!"
Ah, dammit, my brother got himself into trouble
I see a scarecrow, it's pretty disgusting
I look closer and then I'm like, "Dude, you fugly."
Rollin' in, popped colla', cruisin' in my impala,
Stopped for gas, saw some ladies, so I shouted out, "Holla!"
Draped in my leather, see girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells just like daddy
(Beeeeeeeeer)
But shit, this jacket was free!

My gun, I'm cockin' it, lockin' it, 'bout to go and get some condiments
Passin' up on that pepper 'cause some salt is what I'm wantin'
And me and Sammy, we're huntin' it, man
I'm saltin' and burnin' and
Savin' my broski, and I'm happy he's alive, but he's a bitch
I'mma take my daddy's style, I'mma take my daddy's style,
No for real - literally - I'm wearing his hand-me-downs (Thanks, dad)
My flannel shirts, the necklace is Sammy's
Dookie brown leather jacket - that I got from Daddy
They had a broken shotgun, I bought a broken shotgun
I drank a purple nurple, I wanted more, I got some
Hello, hello, my Sam man, little bro
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my best shot, hell no
I could draw some pentagrams, make them cool, show those
Ghost Facers, they'll be like "Aw, he got mad skills, bro."

I'm gonna kill some ghosts
Only got some rock salt in my rifle
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for my brother
Where's that little bitch gone?

I'm gonna kill some ghosts
Only got some rock salt in my rifle
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for my brother
Where's that little bitch gone?

What do you know about shooting up a hell hound?
What you know 'bout wearin' a hex bag so you don't get downed?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching 'round for those old bones
So that bitch's ghost don't send someone else to the unknown
Thank you Bobby for donating that old sawed off shotgun
Cause right now it's up some witch's throat
I'm over here in Lawrence, yeah, you can find me in (Kansas)
I hate it, but I gotta work a job there (Kansas)

Undead Hannibal, cannibal, djinn and zombified animal
If it's intangible, well, I got salt, I'll shoot that motherfucker
And if it's buried I'll uproot that motherfucker
I drink straight whiskey, don't dilute that motherfucker
The ladies be like "Ooh, that Winchester he's so fine." I hear 'em and I say "You want some, get in line!"
'Cause I'm a man on a mission, and I'm not in the position to give fifty women all of this, you gotta take what you can get (shit)
Gimme your digits, and I'll call if you're legit (shit)
But ain't none of you ladies gettin' special treatment
'Cause that's hella cold-
If you act like a ho, I got six other girls in this town, and I hella won't keep them from comin' through my bedroom door
Get some love by bein' a bitch? That don't work no more
That don't work no more

(USA... gankin' ghosts... yeah!)

I'm gonna kill some ghosts
Only got some rock salt in my rifle
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for my brother
Where's that little bitch gone?

I wear my daddy's clothes
I look incredible
So what if my legs bow
It don't matter on the road
I wear my daddy's clothes (Damn right)
I look incredible (you know it)
So what if my legs bow (shut up, bitch!)
It don't matter on the road (right, Baby?)

I'm gonna kill some ghosts
Only got some rock salt in my rifle
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for my brother
Where's that little bitch gone?