[Intro – Wolves Howling + Bass]
[Branches crack in the distance]
They told me the Rougaroux was a monster…
[808 crashes in violently]
Funny thing is—
he sound just like us.
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[Verse 1]
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Moonlight drip on the swamp like syrup,
Flow got teeth, better pray I don’t hear ya.
Rougaroux spirit in designer denim,
Bayou-born beast with luxury venom.
Gold fang grin like the devil took selfies,
Whole flow mildew-rich and unhealthy.
I got graveyard breath in the vocal tone,
Probably why my bars feel haunted homes.
Swamp water baptized my ambition,
Now my success got superstition.
Cross on my chest but the sins stay active,
Prayin’ to God while mentally backslidin’.
I’m from where trauma wear cologne,
And everybody act hard till they alone.
My city made poetry outta pressure,
Now even my pain got texture.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Brass]
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Rougaroux flow…
Bayou bite…
Black water bars in the moonlight.
Rougaroux flow…
Swamp-born rage…
Louisiana trapped inside the page.
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[Verse 2]
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Flow so Southern the beat smell humid,
Cypress roots underneath my music.
Talk slick like a Bourbon disciple,
But internally fightin’ survival cycles.
My dawg said:
“You rap like ghosts talk through you.”
I said:
“Pain make the soul more truthful.”
Now every line got flood stains on it,
Every metaphor smell like storm weather.
I done seen pastors move like pimps,
Seen hustlers quote the Book with conviction.
That’s why my worldview twisted elegant,
Like funeral flowers on marble steps.
Shorty said my aura feel dangerous,
I told her:
“Baby, that’s inherited anguish.”
Then laughed while the thunder rolled in,
Like darkness itself my kin.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
The Rougaroux ain’t just folklore.
It’s every Southern man…
who learned survival before healing.
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Black sky crack when the beast inhale…
Swamp scripture in every detail.
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[Verse 3]
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I got alligator instincts and velvet trauma,
Move through the night like haunted armor.
Even my flexes sound exhausted now,
Too much wisdom in my vowels.
But don’t mistake reflection for weakness,
The swamp still sharpened my defense.
I just learned monsters cry too—
Usually somewhere nobody can view.
So if the moon rise and the fog get thick,
And you hear gold teeth talk slick—
That might just be me somewhere in the dark,
Still rappin’ with a beast in my heart.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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Rougaroux flow…
Hear that howl…
Louisiana pain still in me now.
Rougaroux flow…
Moonlit ghost…
Swamp-born soul with a dangerous flow.
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[Outro – Wolf Howl + Thunder]
[Heavy breathing fades into swamp ambience]
Everybody fear the beast…
until they realize…
he used to be human.
