Redneck Souljers

[Chorus]
Granddaddy Winchester still on the shelf (yeah)
Get it, got it, load it, blowed it (yeah)
My daddy 30-30 loaded with shells (yeah)
Bitch you better notice
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)

[Verse 1]
Back in the woods where the moon beams down on the dew
On the grass, on the blood, that was left behind
Couple double aught shells making the trail to the property line
They gotta be mine
And I don't mind a fight, but I know my rights, if you want to try
Just to get up in my shit, within the night
I'ma light you up and send that ass sky high
'Cause ain't nobody creepin' round this late at night
Unless they lookin' for trouble
Give 'em a double with a pump on it, roots with a stump on it
That's the way you hooked on it, Bonnie with a slump on it
Guess my dirty mustard got caught up in the moment
Man I'm tired of this shit, it's gettin' old
I'm a grandpa they tried about a week ago
But now his brother's right outside up on my lawn
And I'm about to make it so they fucking both wear six below
Out in Pleasant Grove, it ain't so pleasant
Got that shot for the bucks and the pheasants
Got big slugs for the punk motherfuckers
That want to come in and shift our leverage
Bitch we been here so damn long
Growing something that they call the devil's lettuce
And if you want it come and get it, I'll leave you with a message
Get out my yard

[Chorus]
Granddaddy Winchester still on the shelf (yeah)
Get it, got it, load it, blowed it (yeah)
My daddy 30-30 loaded with shells (yeah)
Bitch you better notice
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)

[Verse 2]
You try to hit and run that's a bad call
I'ma catch y'all stealing like a passed ball
This my home, here's a tip dog
You gonna take a shot like last call
Cross this line of property, try to rob me
I got a thousand acres to hide your body
Your better off in them homes that can buy Versace
'Cause if I'm gone, (the Redneck Souljers got me)
And when the hammer hits the ass end of the shell it spits
You better scale this fence, round my residence
I got alligators that erase evidence
And I can see this in a man like a pessimist
You gon' feel like Neil Armstrong
When this trigger finger lifts you like the gravity's gone
It's the Sundance Kid Butch Cassidy song
We'll fill you full of smoke like a gravity bong
I'm ill, and I still advise for you to realize that the hills have eyes
You can eat a quarter-pounder just letting it fly
When them bullets catch up, no side of fries
Huah, so make a foolish move
And I'm a have a hot barrel in this Cool Hand Luke
Step on my green grass in you new tan boots
Green soda in the glass that's a no damn dew

[Chorus]
Granddaddy Winchester still on the shelf (yeah)
Get it, got it, load it, blowed it (yeah)
My daddy 30-30 loaded with shells (yeah)
Bitch you better notice
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)

[Verse 3]
Better mind my words, you feel like steppin' in my house
Better fight the urge
Got a appetite for something, you gonna bite the curb
Like Gustav or your face like Heisenburg
'Cause you don't know the half of it
While you're talking to the shell of a 10 gauge
Shotgun go Marilyn Manson if you acting like a bitch
And we'll take out your ribcage
And to the average person, they be acting nervous
Get tough big buck, I'm a plastic surgeon
Daddy gonna bring the ice, it'll crack a surface
Next trip you'll be visiting the taxidermist
Like blah, we don't need to speak tonight
You get shot by someone who can't read or write
And tell that lawman he ain't gotta read my rights
The next convo you have will be with Jesus Christ
Doing what I gotta do, don't bother me I won't bother you
Try to jump my fence like an obstacle
They'll find you frozen in the sticks like a popsicle
Fatt Tarr's got a machete that's bigger than a Chevy
Everybody's surrounding your body hoping that you make it
But the fact of the matter is, I am holding e'ry gun in my lap
Like a motherfucking talk job

[Chorus]
Granddaddy Winchester still on the shelf (yeah)
Get it, got it, load it, blowed it (yeah)
My daddy 30-30 loaded with shells (yeah)
Bitch you better notice
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)

[Verse 4]
There once was a man on a dead end road
Outside city limits on Pleasant Grove
81 and he lived all alone with his faithful mutts
Nobody ever really came out his way because
One night Johnny badass
Tried to break and enter on that old man's house all slick
Johnny got to drinking and he started thinking
Of an easy way he could come up with the quick
He didn't want to work hard and make an honest living
Even though he was in need of a check
So when he kicked in the door
Old man put that motherfucking 12-gauge bead to his neck
And the shot rang out like a god-damn cannon
Johnny's neck blown out, that was not his planning
Now his muscles get stiff, rigor mortis sitting in
People gather in the yard, one is not left standing
The old man put his gun down
As he started walking to the police car
And all he said to the boys in blue
"Get that piece of shit out of my yard, sum'bitch!"

[Chorus]
Granddaddy Winchester still on the shelf (yeah)
Get it, got it, load it, blowed it (yeah)
My daddy 30-30 loaded with shells (yeah)
Bitch you better notice
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)
Get out my yard (Get out my yard)
Better leave me alone (Better leave me alone)
Better know my rights (Better know my rights)
Now protect my home (Now protect my home)