[INTRO — LOW, SPOKEN] (Wind through pine trees. Distant banjo. Lighter flicks. Slow 808 begins.) DJ Devil Death... Yeah... Let's take this shit somewhere different. (Deep inhale) Heh... Way out where them black trees grow... Ain't much out here... Just the wind... That old crooked banjo... A blunt burning slow... And me. So if you're dumb enough to step inside this hollow... Better know where you're standing, motherfucker. 'Cause once these woods learn your name... You don't leave the same. [VERSE 1 — SLOW SWAGGER] Moon hanging low through the pine trees, Cold wind whispering my name. Boots hit dirt, smoke rolling, Banjo crying through the rain. I ain't looking for trouble, Hell, I'm sitting here getting high. Got my back against an old pine, Watching ravens cross the sky. Black hat pulled low, Smoke curling from my lips. 808 underneath me, Got the whole damn forest shaking with it. I hear that banjo ringing... That's the woods talking shit. I take another slow-ass hit... Fuck it. That's my kind of shit. One more step... One more breath... Should've turned around Before you crossed that fence. Now the darkness knows you're here... And I don't think it likes you yet. [PRE-HOOK — BUILD] I don't run... I don't hide... I just smoke and watch you cross that line. Got that Devil grin Beneath my brim... Like I already know How this night gon' end. (Low chuckle) Yeah... Keep coming. [HOOK — HEAVY 808] IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT... I'LL BE WAITING IN THE HOLLOW! SMOKING MY BLUNT... WITH THAT DEVIL GRIN ON MY FACE! IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT... COME ON DOWN TO THE HOLLOW! STEP INSIDE... IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS PLACE! 808 DROP Smoke in the trees... Bass underground... Fuck around in my hollow... See what you fucking found. (Devil laugh) Heh heh... Welcome to the hollow. [VERSE 2 — BANJO + BASS] Banjo picking... Slow and crooked... Like the Devil's got a plan. Blunt burning... Bass knocking... Thunder underneath the land. Purple smoke rolling Through the trees around me. I lean back slow... Take another hit... Let the whole damn forest hear me breathe. I'm the shadow on the ridge, I'm the fire in the rain, I'm that bad decision Still calling out your name. You came looking for a monster... Now you're standing in his yard. And that monster's smoking... Laughing 'cause you didn't get very far. I don't need a damn throne, I got this stump right here. Don't need no fucking crown... Hell knows who's sitting here. (Banjo riff) Yeah... This is my fucking backyard. [PRE-HOOK — QUIET] I don't bark... I don't boast... I let the silence talk. You took one step Into these woods... Now the woods won't let you walk. (Smoke exhale) And that banjo keeps crying... Like it knows your fate. [HOOK — HEAVY] IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT... I'LL BE WAITING IN THE HOLLOW! SMOKING MY BLUNT... WITH THAT DEVIL GRIN ON MY FACE! IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT... COME ON DOWN TO THE HOLLOW! STEP INSIDE... IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS PLACE! 808 PULSE Yeah... That's right. Come a little closer... Bring your bad decisions with you. [VERSE 3 — DARKER] Red moon shining Through the branches overhead, Smoke hanging heavy Like a cloud above my head. Bootleg burning... Hellfire in my chest. I ain't scared of darkness... Hell, I fucking sleep in it. Got a little piece of Hell Stitched beneath my vest. Every scar... Got a story. Every sin... Got a price. Every fool that came against me... Didn't get a second night. So when that banjo starts crying Through the fog around your truck... That's the last damn warning... You should've turned the fuck around. But you didn't. Now you're standing... At... My... Fucking... Door. (Slow inhale) And I'm sitting here thinking... "What the hell took you so long?" [BRIDGE — WHISPERED] (Music nearly disappears. Ticking. One 808 pulse. Smoke exhale.) Come a little closer... Don't be shy... You came looking for the Devil... Now look him in the eyes. You wanted Hell? Didn't you? (Low distorted laugh) Heh... Heh heh heh... Well... Take a fucking hit. (Pause) Welcome home. [FINAL HOOK — HUGE] IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT... I'LL BE WAITING IN THE HOLLOW! SMOKING MY BLUNT... WITH THAT DEVIL GRIN ON MY FACE! IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT... COME ON DOWN TO THE HOLLOW! STEP INSIDE... IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS PLACE! IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT... YOU JUST WALKED INTO MY HOLLOW! AIN'T NO ROAD... AIN'T NO WAY... AIN'T NO SAVING YOU FROM THIS PLACE! SMOKE IN THE TREES! BASS UNDERGROUND! FUCK AROUND IN MY HOLLOW... SEE WHAT YOU FUCKING FOUND! (Massive 808 drop) WELCOME... TO... THE FUCKING HOLLOW! [OUTRO — BANJO + SMOKE] (Banjo slowly fades. Wind through the trees.) (Deep, gravelly whisper): Heh heh... Hear that banjo? ... Yeah. Take another hit... It's getting closer. (Slow inhale.) Fuck it. (Final bass hit.)
