Merica

Filthy blue jeans Tennessee whiskey My home is protected by the good Lord Holler if you here me If you getting near me The forty forties get to squealing Wear the second amendment on my Sleeve So help me Jesus They're talking nonsense Thinking that they going to take my Guns away Ha ha ha They're just trying take my fun away Hello Oh hi Miss Hemmingway Shooting At School What Today Dear God How dare you take my son away I went every God damn last Sunday Donated on my knees in the church To pray What If a good guy with an Ak Right time Right place Got in the way when he started to Spray Ready for the melee Got one eye closed The good guy pull that chrome And the bad guy froze Now there's blood drippin all off his Hands and clothes Bodies filled with holes No hope Cus the good guys all stayed home Nothing but dead kids And parents sittin here all crying Watching caskets close What is gun reform Without background checks When the N.R.A. can just sit and Pass Out checks But I love my guns too I know my rights Maybe we all just need a little bit of Sacrifice I said love my guns too We've been taught to Not a criminal I might just pull it out to taunt you F*ck every politician hope these stats Will haunt you Lining all their pockets with a Handsome eyeful America Something's got to change