Who TF Is Justin Time?

The 2nd Amendment
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 up on the wall with lots of 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 lots of shells up in the case I got that pistol on my waist, (On my waist) on my waist I got that pistol on my waist, (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 lots of 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 to hot to handle, oh If you want some violence couple shots and then the sirens Man they used to run their mouth, now all I hear is silence Pistol packin', 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 SongtexteSee me in the sticks, prolly 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 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 up on the wall with lots of 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 lots of shells up in the case I got that pistol on my waist, (On my waist) on my waist I got that pistol on my waist, (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 lots of shells up in the case I got that You just a bitch, and everyone knows Talkin' that shit, fill 'em with holes Tossed in the ditch, side of the road You don't want no smoke (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 your right in the face Okay (Okay), you rang? (You rang?) Ain't tryna hear shit you sayin' (You sayin') We don't do fuck shit 'round, fuck boy With your old truck stuck in the mud, fuck boy We're rollin' past, pistol in hand Don't get 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 won'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 up on the wall with lots of 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 lots of shells up in the case I got that pistol on my waist, (On my waist) on my waist I got that pistol on my waist, (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 lots of shells up in the case I got that (Got that) Aus Songtexte Mania