Get Out Of My Yard (feat. Redneck Souljers)

Every time I walk outside my door

I see another scene

So, I load my gun and lock my door

This is mine and that is yours

You better not set a foot inside my home (Inside my home)

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)

Now protect my home

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 makin' 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

On my 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 fuckin' both live 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

Growin' something that they call the devil's lettuce (Lettuce)

And if you want it come and get it, I'll leave you with a message

Get out my yard

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)

Now protect my home

You try to hit and run that's a bad call

I'ma catch y'all stealin' 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 lettin' 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 (Damn dew)

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)

Now protect my home

Better mind my words, you feel like steppin' in my house

Better fight the urge

Got a appetite for somethin', you gonna bite the curb

Like Gustav or your face like Heisenburg

'Cause you don't know the half of it

While you're talkin' to the shell of a ten gauge

Shotgun go Marilyn Manson if you actin' like a bitch

And we'll take out your ribcage

And to the average person, they be actin' 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 visitin' 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

Doin' 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 surroundin' your body hopin' that you make it

But the fact of the matter is, I am holdin' e'ry gun in my lap

Like a motherfuckin' talk job (Talk job, talk job)

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)

Now protect my home

Yeah, there once was a man on a dead end road (Road, road)

Outside city limits on Pleasant Grove (Grove)

81 and he lived all alone with his faithful mutts (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 drinkin' and he started thinkin'

Of an easy way he could come up with the quick

He didn't want to work hard and make an honest livin'

Even though he was in need of a check

So when he kicked in the door

Old man put that motherfuckin' 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 plannin'

Now his muscles get stiff, rigor mortis sittin' in

People gather in the yard, one is not left standin'

The old man put his gun down

As he started walkin' to the police car

And all he said to the boys in blue

"Get that piece of shit out of my yard, sum'bitch!" (Bitch)

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)

Now protect my home

They wonderin' what wrong with me

Society is crumblin'

Every time I walk outside my door I see another sin

So I load my gun and lock my doors

This is mine and that is yours

You better not set a foot inside my home (Inside my home)

Every time I walk outside my door I see another sin

So I load my gun and lock my doors

This is mine and that is yours (That is yours, that is yours)

Society is crumblin'

Every time I walk outside my door I see another sin

So I load my gun and lock my doors

This is mine and that is yours

You better not set a foot inside my home (Inside my home, inside my home, inside my home)