Mulch the Earth by MulcherMafia - Zona

Mulch the Earth by MulcherMafia - Zona

Lyrics

HOOK

Steel teeth spin when I pull up on the dirt, yeah

Brush line shake when the drum go berserk, yeah

Ghost in the trees, leave the roots in the earth, yeah

Mulch it all down, watch the whole ground burn, yeah

Tracks carve scars where the hillside bends,

Clear one path just to build again.

DirtForge life, where the wild don’t end,

I break that storm when the chainsaw sends—

VERSE 1

I run the 299 deep in the timber,

Night shift hummin’, that machine is a killer.

Hydro flow cold like the steel in the winter,

Stumps disappear like a ghost in a mirror.

Diesel on my breath, that’s a ritual oath,

Clearing out the brush like I’m carving out growth.

Roots turn dust with a touch, no joke—

I talk to the trees but the trees stay broke.

Fog roll in while the teeth start singin’,

Dark wave hits when the chains start swingin’.

Whole ridge drop when the steel starts diggin’,

DirtForge god, whole world keeps ringin’.

PRE-CHORUS

I don’t flinch when the shadows move,

I don’t blink when the hillside grooves.

Everything wild gonna learn my rules—

Make the land stand still when my tracks cut through.

HOOK

Steel teeth spin when I pull up on the dirt, yeah

Brush line shake when the drum go berserk, yeah

Ghost in the trees, leave the roots in the earth, yeah

Mulch it all down, watch the whole ground burn, yeah

VERSE 2

Run another line when the daylight fades,

I was born in the pines, I don’t need no shade.

Every ridge bowed down when I paved my way,

I’m the storm in the dark that the night can’t tame.

Woods get quiet when they hear my sound,

Steel blade whisper as it eats that ground.

Whole field shift when the chains unbound—

I build new life outta dead brush mounds.

299 drum like a warplane dive,

Heart rate match when the engines thrive.

DirtForge soul in the roots I drive—

Cuttin’ through pain just to stay alive.

BRIDGE

I don’t need luck, I’m carved from the land,

Callused up palms and a dirt-cracked hand.

Every damn acre gonna know my brand—

Steel in my veins, that’s who I am.

FINAL HOOK

Steel teeth spin when I pull up on the dirt, yeah

Brush line shake when the drum go berserk, yeah

Ghost in the trees, leave the roots in the earth, yeah

Mulch it all down, watch the whole ground burn, yeah