[Heavy Southern Country Rap, Memphis-inspired crunk, earth-shaking sub-bass, distorted 808s, massive low-end, hard-hitting kick drums, dark Southern synths, gritty aggressive male rap vocal, deep male chant, acoustic guitar and banjo accents, cinematic Ozark atmosphere, slow heavy groove, dramatic bass drops, car-stereo-shaking production] [INTRO - LOW MALE RAP] Cedar Tree timber Old buck in the pines Big rack, big body Been dodgin' 'em for years Everybody knew him Everybody wanted him Everybody had a tag With that buck on their mind BOOM! [VERSE 1 - RYAN] Found those sheds Back when the years were young Saw that big old frame Knew he wasn't done Chest like a barrel Neck like a wall That old buck walked through And made the other bucks small Years on the cameras Years in the woods Everybody chasing Like everybody should One man wanted him Then another wanted him Whole damn county Knew the name when they heard it TRASH! [DEEP MALE CHANT] TRASH! TRASH! Everybody wanted Trash! BOOM! [CHORUS] Big old buck in the timber Big old rack in the dark Everybody knew that name Everybody knew that buck Trash in the woods Trash on the cameras Trash in the sheds Trash in everybody's head TRASH! They wanted that buck! TRASH! They chased that buck! TRASH! Year after year That old buck stayed gone [VERSE 2 - RYAN] Eight point? Ten point? Didn't matter what you called him That old Cedar Tree buck Had the whole woods talkin' Big knot on his chest Rack built like a wreck One side getting crazy With that third beam coming off the top Turkey-foot kicker Star sitting low Whole rack looked different From every buck you know Not some ordinary deer Not some average frame If you saw that buck once You remembered his name TRASH! [BOOM] Trail cams clicking Sheds hitting the ground Every season somebody Was trying to track him down Big buck moving Through the Ozark timber Old warrior walking Like he owned every ridge [CHORUS] Everybody wanted Trash Everybody knew Trash Everybody wanted that buck Nobody wanted to let him pass Trash in the timber Trash in the pines Trash in the cameras Year after year, same damn sign TRASH! BOOM BOOM! [VERSE 3 - RYAN - LOW RAP] Then the pictures stopped. No more. No more rack No more chest No more old buck Walking through the timber No more guessing No more chasing No more wondering Where he disappeared to Years of stories Years of sheds Years of people Trying to put a tag on him Then they found him. Dead. [BEAT DROPS OUT] The chase was over. [DEEP MALE CHANT] TRASH. [BEAT RETURNS] [FINAL CHORUS] Everybody wanted Trash Everybody knew his name Big old warrior in the timber Now he's part of the game Everybody wanted Trash Every hunter knew the buck Years went by And nobody could catch him Now the woods are quiet And the cameras don't flash The chase is over But they still talk about Trash TRASH! Old buck in the timber! TRASH! King of the Cedar Tree! TRASH! Everybody wanted him! Now everybody remembers him! BOOM! Years of sheds Years of pictures Years of stories Years of chasing One old buck One old rack One name That ain't coming back TRASH. Catch me if you can.
