Back yard

In the back woods where the road is a dead end and your at the end of your line twelve gauge shoot gun leave you under that pine you know your In trouble when you see that no trespassing sigh we them back yard and this land is ours feel that buck shoot that slug to the face don't you know we run this place we them back yard boys we ain't worried about no case we law judge and prosecutor in this place one hundred percent bear arms around this place so start talking that shit or you'll lose your face back yeah boys race full up the tank let's go for a race we them back yard boys we win the race so keep walking away from this place yeah that's right see in the next life