Son of the South

Yeah, I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red (yeah) Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands (yeah) Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am (yeah) Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah Yeah, when the shit goes down I'll be somewhere with a 100,000 gun shot rounds With a railroad car covered up in the ground With a barbed wire fence wrapped all the way around my house Four-wheelers, dirt bikes, 80 model high rise Snipers spittin' beech nut from a hilltop rise Yeah, motherfucker, everybody's on my team Bikers, OG's, Klan members and the police And everybody's still figurin' out what's on the news And they do this shit on purpose who ain't even got a clue White lives, black lives, and the blue matter too So point your gun across the sea and let's just stand as a group 'Cause they got people tryna kill us 'cause our fuckin' beliefs And towelheads in the subway with a bomb in their briefs So let's cut the bullshit and stand for all our people And cut some motherfuckin' throats, let them bleed 'til we're equal I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah Thunder bar runnin', I'm the man behind the curtain Got a fuck you, I don't even know you attitude for certain I'm just tryna find my purpose while the vultures fly around my head Tellin' me the things I can do to darn prove myself Friends fallin' off of the face of the Earth 'Cause they don't know how to act that I made myself somethin' I'm unity bustin' southern motherfucker for real And I live by the home flag, die by the steel Gunpowder and kerosene, grenades and pride And if you tryna harm my country then you in for a ride And we don't bury you bitches, we just throw you up in the fire That's the smell of sweet freedom, USA 'til I die I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah My homeland, my homeland, my homeland (Yeah, my homeland, yeah, my homeland) My homeland (Yeah, my homeland, yeah, my homeland) I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland (Yeah, my homeland) My homeland