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The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · The Ultimate Collection: From Old Ways to New Ways (Barbara Mason) · Answering Machine Music: A Brief Album in Twelve Parts [Bonus Tracks] (Casiotone for the Painfully Alone) · All Time Top Twelve/Shall We Dance? (Ted Heath) · The Twelve Commanments Of Dance (London Boys) · Twelve Shades of Belew (Carl Belew) · Twelve (Danielle McKee) · Twelve and More Blues (Pee Wee Ellis) · Twelve O'Clock Moon (Victoria Corrigan) – and 90 other albums »


rule, and how to multiply by twelve easy: just 
Put down a 
Zero. But me, I have to learn it the hard way. 

Lemme see now: 
One times 12 is twelve
by 
With a twelve pack from 12th & Porter with Billy 
4:30 a.m. at night 

'Cause Tennessee sucks, in the summer 
What do you got that can put us
the nerves ignore the pain

Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each
a rage
And loaded up my goddamn twelve gauge
If the punk don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper
Ya ass shouldn't a started no
off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads
Beer, Bait And Ammo By Kevin Fowler



Well now early one day I was on my way

To my favorite fishin' hole

I was thinking I could sure use another
these Fairfax blocks for ages
Organic for breakfast, free-ranging on stages
It's twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for 12 Gauges
I spit the plague,
That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man.

Now I'm the kinda man that'd not harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin in my house
I've got twelve gauge
the coffin
And uhh, follow his grave,
Follow me murderous gauge
Follow me murderous ways
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya
Pop more ah silencer,
Pop
thinkin'
She snuck out one night
And met me by the front gate
Her Daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge
We tore out the drive he peppered my tailgate
What
as hell
Manson  you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was putting shells in a gauge
thinkin'
She snuck out one night 
And met me by the front gate
Her Daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge
We tore out the drive he peppered my tailgate
from the ghetto nation

Out on the lawn, ya strip the car down
And you're sippin' corn on the porch
If the neighbors complain, open up the 12-gauge
Shut
a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
I gotta find my way outta hell- I gotta find my way alone
I see myself dead by suicide by a knife, gun, a blade- or hanging high
Will I be safe
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
Red clay mud caked up on the door, 
Twelve gauge buckshot rollin' in the floorboard. 
Turkey feather flappin' up in the visor, 
Every Friday night
kickin’ up mud)
30.06 on my back gun rack
See a whitetail buck
Put him on his back
7mm or 12 gauge shotty
We ain't tryin’ to get drunk or hurt nobody
Lordy
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?

[Chorus]
kickin’ up mud)
30.06 on my back gun rack, see a whitetail buck, put him on his back
7mm or 12 gauge shotty
We ain't tryin’ to get drunk or hurt nobody
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
the fuck up, the kid is out with the loot sack
Got a big trey pound, itching just to swoop back
Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle
Scope is
loaded up the twelve gauge I was barricaded in
He walked right through the fucking wall
Said let the games begin
I am mister rattle shakin´ bones
I´m
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose