You gonna come knocking on my door?
You better know what the hell you're there for
I'll test you
I'll second guess you
and make you
Make your claim firm and clear
I can sense the fear
I can sense the wavering
I know
Because I do the same
But when you step on my porch
Light that damn light love torch
and hold it high
Because to tell you the truth
I can't stand the man that
knocks then runs
and then has the audacity to wonder
why I have my
six shooting guns
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