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Yeah 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 disrespecting my homeland My homeland, yeah Yeah, when the shit goes down I'll be somewhere with a hundred thousand [?] shot rounds With a railroad car coming up in the ground With the blah blah fence wrapped all the way around my house Boom, with this dirt bike [?] mile high rise Snipers spitting beech nut from a hill-top [?] See, motherfucker, everybody's on my team Bikers, OGs, Klan members and the police And everybody's still figuring 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 trying to kill us 'cause of our fucking 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 motherfucking throats, let them bleed till we're evil 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 Letras de cancionesDon't come over here disrespecting my homeland My homeland, yeah [?] I'm the man behind the curtain Gotta fuck you, I don't even know you attitude for certain I'm just trying to find my purpose while the vulture's flying round my head Telling me the things I can do to [?] myself Friends falling off from the face of the Earth 'Cause they don't know how to act that I made myself some I'm [?] the motherfucker for real And I live by the home flag, die by the steel [?] kerosene, grenades and pride And if you're trying to harm my country then you're 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 till 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 disrespecting my homeland My homeland, yeah My homeland, my homeland, my homeland 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 disrespecting my homeland My homeland, my homeland From Letras Mania