The 2nd Amendment (feat. Adam Calhoun)

Left, left, left, right, left

Left, left, left, right, left

Left, left, left, right, left

Left, left, left, right, left

Pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case

I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case

I got that pistol on my waist, on my waist

I got that pistol on my waist, on my waist

I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case

I got that dressed in all camo, I sell guns with lots of ammo

Got me feelin' like I'm Rambo, yeah, my flow too hard to handle, oh

If you want some violence, couple shots, and then the sirens

Man, they used to run they mouth, now all I hear is silence

Pistol pacin', jaw jackin', head up on the mantle piece

Toe taggin', body baggin', got a problem? Kill the beef

Gettin' violent, start a riot, go to war, fuck the peace

Go insane and break the chain, rebel son, I am a beast (Woo)

Never give in, never back down

Always go hard, motherfucker, never tap out

Really livin' what these fake boys won't rap 'bout

Redneck knuckles, just in case you wanna act out

See me in the sticks, probably where you're never at

Run from a fight, who, me? Nah, never that

Stomp on your face like some boots on a welcome mat

Anybody want it, hell yeah, we can handle that

It-it-it's my right to carry this, them AR's with extended clips

And you can't bend it if you wish, and I will show you what to kiss

My ass, my rights, ain't nobody takin' what's mine

My life, my pride, double dog dare a motherfucker to try

Pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case

I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case

I got that pistol on my waist, on my waist

I got that pistol on my waist, on my waist

I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case, I got that

You just a bitch, everyone knows

Talkin' that shit, fill 'em with holes, tossed in the ditch, side of the road

You don't want no smoke, no

Bunch of rednecks gonna whoop that ass, I represent hillbilly white trash

Gun on my waist, come and take my flag

Gun to your face, watch you piss your pants

Oh man, shoulda ran  when shit hit the fan

Whoa now, better slow down when I roll up

Windows down, 'bout to go down

Hold up, you know you can lose your life

Talk that shit, better walk that line

Ain't no game just take your name

If you fuckin' with those stars and stripes

No one's safe when I pop that safe

Partner, pop you right in the face

Okay, you rang? (Okay, you rang?)

Ain't tryna hear shit you sayin'

We don't do fuck shit round here,  fuck boy

With your old truck stuck in the mud, fuck boy

We're rollin' past, pistol in hand

Don't get your shit shot up, fuck boy

Launch a missile out that pistol, hit you, flip you, no more issue

I won't miss you, brains are missin'

You ain't think that shit through, did you?

If you got a problem, that's no problem, I can handle that

Savage with the hands and plus you know I keep my hand on that

Pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case

I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case

I got that pistol on my waist, on my waist

I got that pistol on my waist, on my waist

I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe

With a shotgun on the wall, with lotsa shells up in the case, I got that