Outlaw in the Pine

Horrorcore outlaw country trap/rap, twangy electric guitar riffs over a heavy trap beat with wobble bass and metallic percussion, eerie reverse reverb and tape-saturated analog mix, gritty rap vocal in rapid double-time bursts, relentless driving pace

[Intro]
Yakima Valley dirt still red when the moon hit wrong…
Dirty Dubz, WA on gang — we the ones the devil left alone.
[Chorus]
Outlaw in the pine, shotgun and the shine,
Blood on the boots, mud on the spine.
Trap in the hills where the coyotes cry,
WA till I die, WA till I die.
If the reaper ride through, let him try,
I already dead, I just don’t know why.
[Verse 1]
Dirt road scream under 35s, headlights cut the fog like knives,
Something in the treeline watching with them yellow eyes.
No badge out here, just the .45 and the flask,
Crows keep count of the bodies that don’t ask.
Moonshine burn like hellfire down the throat,
I pour a little extra for the ones I never told.
They say the valley keep secrets in the soil,
I dig ‘em up when the night start to boil.
Trap door in the barn where the deals go bad,
Money stacked on a coffin, still cold, still mad.
Yee yee in the dark, no smile, just teeth,
Outlaw blood, country death, no relief.
[Chorus]
Outlaw in the pine, shotgun and the shine,
Blood on the boots, mud on the spine.
Trap in the hills where the coyotes cry,
WA till I die, WA till I die.
If the reaper ride through, let him try,
I already dead, I just don’t know why.
[Verse 2]
Horses ain’t the only thing that spook at night,
I seen shadows walk the fence line wearing white.
Preacher man got lost on the old irrigation line,
They found his Bible open on a page that said “divine.”
I roll slow past the cemetery, windows down,
Bass hit so hard the tombstones shake the ground.
No saints in the Dirty Dubz, just the ones who stayed,
Outlaws and the ghosts that never got paid.
Trap beat in the cab while the wolves start to howl,
I smile through the blood, don’t flinch, don’t bow.
Washington dirt under the nails, WA in the chest,
This valley eat the weak and spit out the rest.
[Bridge]
If you hear the diesel in the black,
Don’t look in the mirror, don’t look back.
The thing that ride with me ain’t human no more,
Outlaw country, trap, and the devil’s encore.
[Outro]
Tizm script it, ZERO finish it…
WA on gang.
We the nightmare the backroads can’t outrun.
Catchy tag:
Dirty Dubz, WA — the dirt don’t wash, the dead don’t stay.

2155/7500

[Intro] Yakima Valley dirt still red when the moon hit wrong… Dirty Dubz, WA on gang — we the ones the devil left alone. [Chorus] Outlaw in the pine, shotgun and the shine, Blood on the boots, mud on the spine. Trap in the hills where the coyotes cry, WA till I die, WA till I die. If the reaper ride through, let him try, I already dead, I just don’t know why. [Verse 1] Dirt road scream under 35s, headlights cut the fog like knives, Something in the treeline watching with them yellow eyes. No badge out here, just the .45 and the flask, Crows keep count of the bodies that don’t ask. Moonshine burn like hellfire down the throat, I pour a little extra for the ones I never told. They say the valley keep secrets in the soil, I dig ‘em up when the night start to boil. Trap door in the barn where the deals go bad, Money stacked on a coffin, still cold, still mad. Yee yee in the dark, no smile, just teeth, Outlaw blood, country death, no relief. [Chorus] Outlaw in the pine, shotgun and the shine, Blood on the boots, mud on the spine. Trap in the hills where the coyotes cry, WA till I die, WA till I die. If the reaper ride through, let him try, I already dead, I just don’t know why. [Verse 2] Horses ain’t the only thing that spook at night, I seen shadows walk the fence line wearing white. Preacher man got lost on the old irrigation line, They found his Bible open on a page that said “divine.” I roll slow past the cemetery, windows down, Bass hit so hard the tombstones shake the ground. No saints in the Dirty Dubz, just the ones who stayed, Outlaws and the ghosts that never got paid. Trap beat in the cab while the wolves start to howl, I smile through the blood, don’t flinch, don’t bow. Washington dirt under the nails, WA in the chest, This valley eat the weak and spit out the rest. [Bridge] If you hear the diesel in the black, Don’t look in the mirror, don’t look back. The thing that ride with me ain’t human no more, Outlaw country, trap, and the devil’s encore. [Outro] Tizm script it, ZERO finish it… WA on gang. We the nightmare the backroads can’t outrun. Catchy tag: Dirty Dubz, WA — the dirt don’t wash, the dead don’t stay.

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