[Heavy Southern Country Rap, Memphis-inspired crunk, earth-shaking sub-bass, distorted 808s, massive low-end, hard-hitting kick drums, dark Southern synths, banjo and acoustic guitar accents, gritty male rap vocal, laid-back Southern swagger, raw backwoods hunting energy, aggressive bass drops, slow heavy groove, car-stereo-shaking production, subtle deep male chants and heavy tribal drums during key moments] Everybody knows the name. Phantom. BOOM! Eight points. Giant crab claw. Huge spread. Thick mass. That deer ain't just another buck. He's the buck. Every road in this town Has somebody looking for him. Every timberline. Every field edge. Every creek bottom. Everybody wants Phantom. Nobody's got him. [BOOM!] I've seen those horns On a trail cam And watched that picture Make its way all over town. Same deer. Same rack. Same damn Phantom. He'll show up When nobody's sitting. Disappear when everybody is. Walk through one camera And vanish from the next. Like he knows Exactly where that line is. [Deep Male Chant] PHANTOM. [Ryan] Three years of pictures. Three years of tracks. Three years of fresh rubs And that eight-point rack. Big crab claws Hanging off his head. Thick around the bases. Wide enough To fill the frame. Every season Somebody goes after him. Every season Phantom walks away. BOOM! Cold November mornings. Leaves all over the ground. Boots hitting timber While that buck ain't nowhere around. Then the phone lights up. There he is. Phantom. Back again. Same giant eight. Same wide spread. Same heavy mass. And just like that... Everybody's hunting again. [Chorus] PHANTOM! King of the woods! Eight points wide Like nobody else could! PHANTOM! Everybody knows! Big crab claws Everywhere he goes! PHANTOM! Nobody's got him yet! Every hunter in town Wants the biggest one they've seen! PHANTOM! BOOM! I've chased his tracks Through the timber. Followed his sign Through the leaves. Found the rubs. Found the scrapes. Found the places Where that old buck feeds. But Phantom ain't stupid. He don't move When the whole woods is loud. He waits. Then walks through When everything's quiet. BOOM! Trail cam picture. Two in the morning. There he is. Phantom. Walking through the dark Like he owns the whole damn county. That giant eight-point rack Coming through the trees. Huge spread. Heavy mass. No mistaking him. [Deep Male Chant] PHANTOM! [Ryan] Everybody's seen him. Nobody's killed him. Not yet. [Chorus] PHANTOM! King of the woods! Eight points wide Like nobody else could! PHANTOM! Everybody knows! Big crab claws Everywhere he goes! PHANTOM! Nobody's got him yet! Every hunter in town Wants the biggest one they've seen! PHANTOM! BOOM! One cold morning The wind finally settles. The woods go quiet. No trucks. No talking. No footsteps. Just leaves moving And that November air. Then... There he is. Phantom. Coming through the timber. Eight points. Crab claws. Huge spread. Thick mass. The same buck Everybody's been chasing. The same buck Nobody could catch. And this time... He's walking right into it. [Music drops] [Ryan - Low Rap] Three years hunting. Three years waiting. Three years watching That big eight-point fading. Now he's right there. No camera. No picture. No guessing. Just Phantom. [BOOM!] The king finally stepped out. And the hunt is over. [Chorus - Full Bass] PHANTOM! King of the woods! Eight points wide Like nobody else could! PHANTOM! Everybody knows! Big crab claws Everywhere he goes! PHANTOM! Nobody's got him yet! Now the whole damn town Is gonna know who got him! PHANTOM! BOOM! That buck was famous Before he ever hit the ground. Everybody wanted him. Everybody knew him. Everybody chased him. But after all those years... Phantom finally met The wrong hunter On the right morning. [Deep Male Chant] PHANTOM. [Ryan] Eight points. Huge spread. Thick mass. The buck everybody wanted. Finally mine. Catch me if you can.
