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Lyrics
[Intro]
Rotten teeth, gold chain
Burned-out porch, propane
Shopping cart, blood stain
We run this whole dirt lane
[Verse 1]
Rusty pit bull on a chain by the tire stack
Baby on the hip, mama countin’ up the glass pack
Camo hat, pistol in the belt, that’s a fact
Mailman prayin’ when he walkin’ up the cul-de-sac
Late rent, late night, white smoke in the vent
Whole row of single wides smellin’ like cement
Black truck idle at the stop sign, windows tint
If you make the wrong move, you vanish, that’s it
[Chorus]
Trailer park meth mafia
Mud on my kicks, but we bossin’ up
From the tin roof drip to the plastic cup
You can run through town, but you cross us, stuck
Trailer park meth mafia
Smoke in the sky, we the obvious
From the busted swing set to the pop-top truck
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Rotten wood porch, but the safe floor concrete
Kids ridin’ in a circle where we used to cook heat
Grandma watchin’ from the window with the old screen
Rockin’ in a lawn chair, loadin’ magazines
Tattoo needle in the kitchen by the sugar bowl
Bible on the table, but it can’t save souls
Sheriff hit the corner, see the whole crew froze
Then we peel round back, stash the whole payroll
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Dead lawns, live wires, bare feet on gravel
[harsh screams] Whole block march like a dust-bowl battle
Sirens in the distance, they fade, we cackle
We the rusted crown kings in this vinyl castle
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 8, 2026
Duration2:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid trap-metal with snarling distorted guitars locked to a hard drill-style groove, gliding sub-bass and rattling hats. Verses spit in rapid-fire cadences, doubled with screamed ad-libs; chorus goes halftime and huge with gang vocals and chugs. Sparse, eerie synth stabs in the breaks, then everything slams back in for a brutal final hook. Male vocals, gritty and pushed into saturation., metal
Credits
Prompt byHypnoticBanger57
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Aggressive, Trap, Metal song about trailer park meth mafia
