King of the Jungle

If you come to my jungle, you will not be the king. Stick a gun in my face and watch the wrath that I’ll bring. I bow before one and my friend it’s not you. Bring your violence to my doorstep and it will be the last thing that you do. My home is my castle and here I am king. I rule this great land and my bite it does sting. In this land we are armed, from sea to shining sea. A redneck’s justice is what you will see. Here law and order, is in my two hands. I have 13 acres on which I now stand. It’s fortified and safe for family and friends. It’s soaked with my blood and all hate has been cleansed. If you don’t like my thoughts then you better pass on by. Evil is not allowed here and I’m going to tell you why. Jesus gave his all for this life that we live. I now follow in his footsteps and for you that’s what I’ll give.