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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sizzle on the grill, smoke in the sky,
Eyes on the block, where the shadows lie.
Brick by brick, y’all built a throne,
But I’m takin’ it back, this my home.
[Chorus]
Old Town cookout, fire in the pit,
Tables turned, now it’s time to spit.
Flippin’ patties while the truth gets told,
I’m comin’ for the dealers, watch the story unfold.
[Verse 2]
Grease poppin’, same sound as the chrome,
Echo of the streets where you claim your throne.
Y’all flipped packs, I’m flippin’ the script,
Serve justice raw, no sauce, no dip.
[Chorus]
Old Town cookout, fire in the pit,
Tables turned, now it’s time to spit.
Flippin’ patties while the truth gets told,
I’m comin’ for the dealers, watch the story unfold.
[Bridge]
Charcoal burn, like the pain in my chest,
Memories haunt, but I’ll clean up the mess.
Ribs on the rack, but no bones to pick,
Just a warning shot—click-click, real quick.
[Verse 3]
Smokin’ out lies, marinade on the beef,
Every block they claim, they bringin’ the grief.
This ain’t a picnic, nah, this a purge,
Old Town justice, now watch it emerge.
Details
GeneratedJun 6, 2025
Duration2:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, rap, emotional, hip hop, gritty
Credits
Prompt by
Painkiller
PainkillerModelAria v4
Prompt
A very emotional rap song about how I'm coming for you dope dealers and I'm gonna have me a Old Town cookout, male, rap, hip hop
