[Instrumental] [Intro] (Slow, heavy 808 bass thuds mixed with a weeping slide guitar) (Sound of crickets, thick bullfrog croaks, and a mosquito buzzing close) [Chorus] [Haunting Loud Viking Choir] Yeah... welcome to the deep end. Down where the air's thick enough to chew at times They call it the Devil's Armpit. It's gonna eat you alive. If you ain't ready for the heat that hits... (Gonna be hard to survive.) [Verse 1] (Fast acoustic guitar strumming kicks in, heavy trap hi-hats ticking) As you're stepppin' off the porch and you can't help it [Viking Choir] Instantly soaking wet It's that ninety-nine humidity as your now dripping sweat The air is a blanket, the sky is a furnace Louisiana swamp, yeah, nature's gonna learn ya somethin' The mud is like quicksand, pulling at your boots Alligators lurking underneath the cypress roots Cottonmouth sleeping on a low-hanging limb You better watch your step, boy, don't you try to swim The water’s boiling hot, the mosquitoes form a cloud The cicadas in the trees are screaming all the way loud It’s a green-hell prison, choking out the light And the real monsters wake up when it turns to night. [Chorus] (Heavy 808 bass drop, booming country-rock guitar riff) Welcome to the Devil’s Armpit, deep down here in the muck! Where the weather’s got a grudge, there's no such thing as luck! It’s hot, it’s humid, it’s muggy, it’s mean The nastiest tropics that you have ever seen! Yeah, the weak get broken, the soft don't know why Only the strong in the swamp survive! (Only the strong survive...) [Verse 2] (Beat switches up, double-time rap flow, darker synth bass) Spanish moss always hanging like a graveyard shroud Out here in the bayou, we don't run with the crowd The pressure is heavy, it’s crushing your chest The sun is a killer, it puts you to the test Nature’s got a blueprint to wipe you off the map One wrong move and you're caught in the trap We got copperhead creeks, we got black water bogs They got midnight rituals in the thickest of the fogs You think you’re a tough until you crawl, The heat’ll make you bend This marshland territory isn't looking for a friend But we twist through the grooves of the mud and the clay We don't get melted, we're made a different way! [Pre-Chorus] [Haunting Loud Viking Choir] Yeah... welcome to the deep end. Down where the air's thick enough to chew at times They call it the Devil's Armpit. It's gonna eat you alive. If you ain't ready for the heat that hits... (Gonna be hard to survive.) [Chorus] (Full energy, heavy driving trap beat) Welcome to the Devil’s Armpit, deep down here in the muck! Where the weather’s got a grudge, there's no such thing as luck! It’s hot, it’s humid, it’s muggy, it’s mean The nastiest tropics that you have ever seen! Yeah, the weak get broken, the soft don't know why Only the strong in the swamp survive! [Bridge] (Beat strips back to just a dirty swamp-blues bassline and a slow banjo pluck) Let it wash away... all your city pride. Out here in the heat, there is nowhere to hide. Listen to the river, listen to the wild... Devil's Armpit don't care about a city child. (Tempo starts accelerating, snare roll building up...) BOOM! [Outro] (Heavy trap beat crashes back in for a final bars) Yeah, only the strong. Devil's Armpit. The humidity is never gone. We run the bayou. (Slide guitar fades out over a heavy 808 ring) Try to survive it. [End]
