[Heavy Southern Country Rap, Memphis-inspired crunk, earth-shaking sub-bass, distorted 808s, massive low-end, hard-hitting kick drums, dark Southern synths, acoustic guitar and banjo accents, deep war drums, low male chants, primal Ozark atmosphere, gritty aggressive male rap vocal, slow heavy groove, dramatic bass drops, car-stereo-shaking production] [Deep Male Chant] THE RUT... THE RUT... THE RUT... [War Drums Begin] [Ryan - Low Rap] Cold air rolling through the timber Leaves all over the ground Every scrape getting opened Every old tree getting torn down Neck swelled up Eyes gone wild Old buck walking Like he ain't seen a peaceful mile Rub that tree Dig that dirt Push that branch Make the whole woods hurt Every ridge Every hollow Every creek Every draw When the rut kicks in Ain't no rules no more [BOOM!] [Chorus] THE RUT! When the woods wake up THE RUT! When the bucks turn loose Necks get thick Trees get tore Scrapes get opened All across the floor THE RUT! Ain't nobody sleeping THE RUT! Hear 'em grunting in the dark Big bucks moving All night long Chasing doze Till the daylight comes [Deep Male Chant] THE RUT! LET 'EM GO! [War Drums] [Ryan] Fresh rub on a cedar Scrape underneath an oak Big tracks in the mud Heavy breathing through the smoke Buck comes through Head down low Raking that tree Till the bark lets go Then he catches a scent And he's gone through the brush No daylight needed When the rut gets him going One buck chasing Another one coming Three doze moving Whole ridge running You hear a grunt Then another one answers Then the timber starts shaking Like a backwoods battle [BOOM!] [Chorus] THE RUT! When the woods wake up THE RUT! When the bucks turn loose Necks get thick Trees get tore Scrapes get opened All across the floor THE RUT! Ain't nobody sleeping THE RUT! Hear 'em grunting in the dark Big bucks moving All night long Chasing doze Till the daylight comes [Deep Male Chant] THE RUT! THE RUT! THE RUT! [Music drops] [Ryan - Low Rap] Middle of November Cold wind in the pines Old buck pushing through Like he's running out of time No food on his mind No sleep in his eyes Just one thing driving him Till the sun starts to rise He's worn down Beat up Blood on his face Still covering ground Still running the chase That's when you know What these woods are about When the
