

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Crack of dawn, camera crew in town Phil crawls out, crowd all gather 'round Shadow shows, folks start to groan Six more weeks, stuck in the cold I’m in the back with a cast‑iron grin Grandma’s cookbook, napkin on my chin Mama said, “Boy, don’t you dare” But I already lit that grill out there [Chorus] Six more weeks of winter Six more weeks of supper (hey!) If that groundhog curses my truck and my corn He’s goin’ straight in the fryer, hallelujah, praise the Lord Six more weeks of winter Six more weeks to simmer If he’s callin’ for the snow like he some kind of winner We havin’ groundhog for dinner [Verse 2] Mayor in a tux, talkin’ ‘bout fate I’m in camo crocs holdin’ paper plates Phil looks proud, teeth all bare I see sausage links, gravy, and a chair Uncle in the crowd yells, “Save that beast!” I say, “Relax, he’ll be a feast” If he loved spring, he’d set us free But he picked the cold, now he ridin’ with me [Chorus] Six more weeks of winter Six more weeks of supper (oh yeah) If that groundhog curses my truck and my corn He’s goin’ straight in the fryer, hallelujah, praise the Lord Six more weeks of winter Six more weeks to simmer If he’s callin’ for the snow like he some kind of winner We havin’ groundhog for dinner [Bridge] Pass that plate Bless this plate He chose snow We chose fate Laughin’ loud Whole small town singin’ grace “Thank you, Phil, for the chill And this meal on our plates” (hey!) [Chorus] Six more weeks of winter Six more weeks of supper If that groundhog curses my truck and my corn He’s goin’ straight in the fryer, hallelujah, praise the Lord Six more weeks of winter Six more weeks, we sinners But if he keeps bettin’ ‘gainst the sun like a winner We havin’ groundhog for dinner
Tags
rap, Country trap with male vocals; twangy banjo licks over thick 808s and a swung trap hat pattern, verses half-rapped with playful drawl, hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and stomps, bridge strips to bass and finger snaps before a big final chorus drop, country
2:57
No
2/3/2026