Colt 45 and two full mags, baby that’s all I need.
Jump me in the park after dark, and I’ll smoke you in the teeth.
When my clips drop your heart will stop, bloods flowing out your head,
Your friends will see not to mess with me, ‘cause now your ass is dead.
So go out and get a job, workin’ at a sewage farm,
Cause a job demands no idle hands, that wanna challenge Right to Bear Arms.
You were gonna live your life, but you got high,
You were gonna grow up and find a wife, but you got high,
You broke in-to my house, and now you must die,
Why? Because you got high, it caused you to die, now your mother will cry.
Eight-Seven-O, now you know, it holds 4 to 6 three-inch shells,
Sneak through my yard, after dark, an’ hot lead is what you’ll smell,
If I ask twice, I’m being extra nice, the law says once is much,
Just turn around, before you’re in the ground, the trigger only needs a soft touch,
So work, vote, obey the law. Hard? Then you need to pray,
‘cause being a thug, only gets holes dug, thank members of the N-R-A.
Good ol' Boy 