Hells Front Porch

(Intro)

Yeah

You ever sat on the porch with a twelve—gauge grippin'

Thinkin' ‘bout murder before the sun even risen?

This that wartime trailer music, bitch

(Verse 1)

I got camo in my blood, I got pain in my dome

Got a pill for the rage, but I chew it like bone

Outlaw breathin', my soul been gone

Since the day I watched my uncle put a snitch in the zone

Front porch look like a damn war post

Bottles on the ground, lit Molotov ghosts

Eyes on the tree line, hand on steel

I don't fear no man, but I damn sure kill

I was raised on threats, baptized in bruises

Learned to swing first, fuck how he loses

I don't shake no hands, I don't make no deals

I just load them clips and test what's real

(Hook)

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, we don't knock, we shoot

Sippin' whiskey with the reaper in a bloodstained suit

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, where the mad dogs bark

We don't sleep at night — we just wait in the dark

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, where the wrong get hung

Where the rats get skinned and the weak don't run

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, it's war on sight

Better pray them porch lights don't cut on tonight

(Verse 2)

Ash in the ashtray, shells in the floor

I done lost so many folks I can't cry no more

Death sittin' with me, we playin' spades

While my Glock clean singin' "Amazing Grace"

Neighbors all know not to step too close

They hear screams in the night and they lock they doors

I ain't slept right since '09 winter

When the sheriff found teeth in the wood stove splinters

You call it paranoia, I call it peace

To live like a demon, I had to kill the priest

Every friend I had either gone or a ghost

So I toast to the fire that I trust the most

(Hook)

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, we don't knock, we shoot

Sippin' whiskey with the reaper in a bloodstained suit

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, where the mad dogs bark

We don't sleep at night — we just wait in the dark

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, where the wrong get hung

Where the rats get skinned and the weak don't run

HELL'S FRONT PORCH, it's war on sight

Better pray them porch lights don't cut on tonight

(Outro)

This ain't a welcome mat, bitch — it's a kill zone rug

With the blood of every fool that thought we gave a fuck

So if you pull up slow with your lights turned low

You best leave faster than that porch light glow