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Doomsday Prepper

(Verse 1) Got my hand cannon shining, got a pistol on my hip, Another one strapped tight, riding low on my leg. Got my tacticool AR strapped to my back, All decked out and ready, yeah, it’s more than just a fact. Some call it overkill, some call it whack, I call it being prepared and ready for the attack. And if that ain’t enough, got my .50 in the truck, Riding heavy, rolling steady, never running out of luck. (Chorus) I got my wall of guns, yeah some call it nuts, But I call it freedom and I call it guts. Locked and loaded, every piece got a name, They say it’s a little crazy, but I call it staying in the game. (Verse 2) I got so many guns, got so much ammo, Out here looking like a pack mule wherever I go. Got tactical gear stacked, ready for the danger, Out here suited up like an army special ranger. (Chorus) I got my wall of guns, yeah some call it nuts, But I call it freedom. Locked and loaded, every piece got a name, They say it’s a little crazy, but I call it staying in the game. (Verse 3) I ain't out here hunting, and I ain't just surviving, In this wild world, man, you know I’m thriving. I got plans, I got backups, never caught unaware, Got more guns than the blades of grass out there. Every tool’s in place, every piece in its zone, Living large, standing tall, yeah, I’ve made it my own. (Outro) Yeah, you know where I live, you know where I stay, Out here in the great state of the U.S. of A. I’m geared up and ready, no fear, no delay, Living free every night and day.