The Bitter Pill

Dirty South, Country Rap, Discount Liquor, Braggadocio

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STUDIO

[verse]
Buddy Jimmy wit’ me one night drinkin’ lately at the local
Feelin’ lit I danced a bit an’ started getting’ pretty vocal
Honey lookin’ yummy thought she saw somethin’ she wanted in me
Funny but a feelin’ ‘bout this Belle was slowly buildin’ in me.

Cutie scoot a booty but the beauty didn’t do it to me
Thought she’d be a hoot but dissed my boots an’ started gittin’ snooty
Boldly she done told me that she’d hold me if I shut it up
I said maybe baby she should find another buttercup

[chorus]
How the hell did I go git’ so lit up at the Bitter Pill
Cain’t remember much My head feels like it fought a hammer drill

[verse]
Jimmy gone a minute came and brought me an’ her bourbon back
Said she wanted gin if I was gonna git her in the sack
Honey said it once an’ now I’ll surely go and say another
I assure you I would rather slather love upon yo’ mother

Karen kept on starin’ like she carin’ now what I could say
Knew that she was through and so I went and said it anyway
You thought all I had was what was goin’ on below decks
I’m so sorry you done dissed a self-respectin’ redneck

[chorus]
What the hell went on last night out drinkin’ at the Bitter Pill
Couldn’t say and so as such I'll maybe see if Jimmy will

[Instrumental Breakdown]
[Dynamic Shift: Main drums drop out]
[Heavy pulsing 808 sub-bass and a rhythmic mud-stomp-and-clap groove]
[Aggressive, dark analog synth riff playing a hypnotic melody]
[Gritty, distorted southern rock electric guitar slide building massive tension]
[Explosive crunk brass swell]
[Double-time hi-hat and booming drum roll re-entry]

[verse]
Whistlin’ like a dog was what this gal was callin’ loudly over
Through the crowd there came a mountain Lookin’ up I hollered Rover
I ain’t one to run but Son I looked down at my wrist watch
Best to know the minute when you get killed by a Sasquatch

Jimmy says her brother must’a ate another in the womb
Big as he is I would bet he prolly ate another soon
Sum o’ this is that I had to scale him like a climbin’ wall
While he beat the stuffin’ from me pain diffused by alcohol

[chorus]
Someone please inform me who was beat the worst and what the score
Maybe I turned out and he woke up in blood upon the floor?

[Outro]
[chorus]
Well at least nobody filmed it, right?
...
Right?
...
Shit.
...
JIMMY?
...
How many hits?
[Vocals stop]
[Beat begins to stutter and chopped-and-screwed slow down]
[Fading out with a slow distorted guitar bend and a deep 808 bass hum]
[End]

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[Intro] [Heavy syncopated vinyl scratch] [Raw, distorted acoustic slide guitar intro] [Low, rhythmic voice grunt with thick Georgia drawl: "What’s up y’all… Could someone maybe tell me what happened?"] [Heavy 808 sub-bass drops hard with a trunk-rattling bounce] [verse] Buddy Jimmy wit’ me one night drinkin’ lately at the local Feelin’ lit I danced a bit an’ started getting’ pretty vocal Honey lookin’ yummy thought she saw somethin’ she wanted in me Funny but a feelin’ ‘bout this Belle was slowly buildin’ in me. Cutie scoot a booty but the beauty didn’t do it to me Thought she’d be a hoot but dissed my boots an’ started gittin’ snooty Boldly she done told me that she’d hold me if I shut it up I said maybe baby she should find another buttercup [chorus] How the hell did I go git’ so lit up at the Bitter Pill Cain’t remember much My head feels like it fought a hammer drill [verse] Jimmy gone a minute came and brought me an’ her bourbon back Said she wanted gin if I was gonna git her in the sack Honey said it once an’ now I’ll surely go and say another I assure you I would rather slather love upon yo’ mother Karen kept on starin’ like she carin’ now what I could say Knew that she was through and so I went and said it anyway You thought all I had was what was goin’ on below decks I’m so sorry you done dissed a self-respectin’ redneck [chorus] What the hell went on last night out drinkin’ at the Bitter Pill Couldn’t say and so as such I'll maybe see if Jimmy will [Instrumental Breakdown] [Dynamic Shift: Main drums drop out] [Heavy pulsing 808 sub-bass and a rhythmic mud-stomp-and-clap groove] [Aggressive, dark analog synth riff playing a hypnotic melody] [Gritty, distorted southern rock electric guitar slide building massive tension] [Explosive crunk brass swell] [Double-time hi-hat and booming drum roll re-entry] [verse] Whistlin’ like a dog was what this gal was callin’ loudly over Through the crowd there came a mountain Lookin’ up I hollered Rover I ain’t one to run but Son I looked down at my wrist watch Best to know the minute when you get killed by a Sasquatch Jimmy says her brother must’a ate another in the womb Big as he is I would bet he prolly ate another soon Sum o’ this is that I had to scale him like a climbin’ wall While he beat the stuffin’ from me pain diffused by alcohol [chorus] Someone please inform me who was beat the worst and what the score Maybe I turned out and he woke up in blood upon the floor? [Outro] [chorus] Well at least nobody filmed it, right? ... Right? ... Shit. ... JIMMY? ... How many hits? [Vocals stop] [Beat begins to stutter and chopped-and-screwed slow down] [Fading out with a slow distorted guitar bend and a deep 808 bass hum] [End]

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