

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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.
1:44
No
3/18/2026