Madrat Dern 25

[Intro]
Yeah
Madrat Dern
Scooter in the pit
Grease Granny in the stands like (woo!)
[Verse 1]
Pull up to the track, number twenty‑five gleamin'
Madrat Dern name on the hood, crowd screamin'
Scooter toss a socket, say “tighten that wheel”
We ain’t drivin’ for a trophy, we drivin’ for the feel
Gas on the shoes, rubber on my sleeve
Grease Granny in the RV fryin’ up a feast
She got flour on her shirt, wrench in her hand
Yellin’, “Boy hit the apex, stick to your plan!” (hey!)
[Chorus]
Madrat Dern, we racin’ that twenty‑five
Scooter in the pit, keep the dream alive
Grease Granny wave a flag, yeah she holler, “Drive!”
We don’t just turn left, we turn up the life
Madrat Dern, whole crew gonna ride
Scooter got the jack, lift it to the sky
Grease Granny in the infield doin’ her slide
This our Nascar story, this our pride
[Verse 2]
Green flag droppin’, heart rate poppin’
Scooter on the headset, “They closin’, don’t stop it”
Granny in the cooler, sweet tea on ice
But she’ll drop it all quick if I don’t hold my line
Last lap, paint scrape, sparks in my view
Twenty‑five wiggle but the driver stay true
I hear Granny on the radio, “Baby don’t brake”
So I floor it out the corner, leave ‘em all in my wake (skrrt!)
[Chorus]
Madrat Dern, we racin’ that twenty‑five
Scooter in the pit, keep the dream alive
Grease Granny wave a flag, yeah she holler, “Drive!”
We don’t just turn left, we turn up the life
Madrat Dern, whole crew gonna ride
Scooter got the jack, lift it to the sky
Grease Granny in the infield doin’ her slide
This our Nascar story, this our pride

rap, Rowdy Southern trap-rap banger, swaggering mid-tempo drums and sub-heavy bass. Twangy slide guitar chops and arena crowd chants under a distorted lead synth. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals; verses stay tight and punchy with playful disses. Ideal for male vocals with ad-lib hype and plenty of vocal grit.