This Should Be Everyone's Testament of Freedom
Brothers and sisters, turn to the book of freedom, chapter two, amendment one. And the word said, whose shall not touch my shit? Can I get an amen
Dogs are barking in the yard, while politicians preach. Telling me to toughen up, let them try to teach. Welcome to The Testament of Freedom, where our choir’s primed to soar. Drums are set ablaze, so let the message roar.
Time to Lift your voice, shout it proud, let the world witness our plea. If you want my guns, be ready for a sermon, just wait and see. This isn’t a threat; it’s a sacred affirmation, Touch my rights, and you'll face my determination.
Step onto my porch, the truth's now in your sight. What I keep beside my bed feels just so right.
Politicians are always spinning tales, saying call for aid. But evil won’t delay, that much I’ve learned and weighed.
No, I’m not seeking conflict, I don't want a fight. But don’t you dare barge in and dim my light. You came uninvited, now it's time you'll see. My freedom’s not for free, you’ll owe a fee.
Welcome to our Testament of Freedom. Where our choir’s fired up, and the drums are turning. Lift your voice, shout it loud, let the world take heed. If you want my guns, you’re gonna get the bullets first.
Yeah, this ain't a threat, it’s a sacred truth. Touch my rights and you’ll meet the proof. Step on the porch, the truth's now revealed, and you just walked into my field.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me testify. Raise your rifles high, lift your pistols to the sky. If freedom's the question, then do not comply. Stand your ground, hold your head high.
Locked and loaded, hail to the Motherfuckinglujah
Rights engraved deep, can’t erase ya. Try to take it? You’ll face the fire. Welcome to The Testament of Freedom, inspired.
Where the choir’s set back and the drums are pounding. Sing it loud, sing it proud, let the truth be resounding.
If you want my guns, then you’ll hear my word. This ain’t about fear, it’s the spirit of the unheard.
My line in the sand is clear, no conversion needed. Step one foot on my land, and watch how you’re greeted motherfucker.
Dogs are barking in the yard, while politicians preach. Telling me to toughen up, let them try to teach. Welcome to The Testament of Freedom, where our choir’s primed to soar. Drums are set ablaze, so let the message roar.
Time to Lift your voice, shout it proud, let the world witness our plea. If you want my guns, be ready for a sermon, just wait and see. This isn’t a threat; it’s a sacred affirmation, Touch my rights, and you'll face my determination.
Step onto my porch, the truth's now in your sight. What I keep beside my bed feels just so right.
Politicians are always spinning tales, saying call for aid. But evil won’t delay, that much I’ve learned and weighed.
No, I’m not seeking conflict, I don't want a fight. But don’t you dare barge in and dim my light. You came uninvited, now it's time you'll see. My freedom’s not for free, you’ll owe a fee.
Welcome to our Testament of Freedom. Where our choir’s fired up, and the drums are turning. Lift your voice, shout it loud, let the world take heed. If you want my guns, you’re gonna get the bullets first.
Yeah, this ain't a threat, it’s a sacred truth. Touch my rights and you’ll meet the proof. Step on the porch, the truth's now revealed, and you just walked into my field.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me testify. Raise your rifles high, lift your pistols to the sky. If freedom's the question, then do not comply. Stand your ground, hold your head high.
Locked and loaded, hail to the Motherfuckinglujah
Rights engraved deep, can’t erase ya. Try to take it? You’ll face the fire. Welcome to The Testament of Freedom, inspired.
Where the choir’s set back and the drums are pounding. Sing it loud, sing it proud, let the truth be resounding.
If you want my guns, then you’ll hear my word. This ain’t about fear, it’s the spirit of the unheard.
My line in the sand is clear, no conversion needed. Step one foot on my land, and watch how you’re greeted motherfucker.
