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“POSSUM IN THE TRUNK”
[INTRO – SPOKEN, DEEP VOICE]
Yeah…
Turn that bass up till the damn trailer starts levitatin'.
If the neighbors ain't concerned, it ain't loud enough.
Ain't nobody sleepin' tonight.
Dale already knows.
[BEAT DROPS]
[HOOK]
🎵 BOOM BOOM — possum in the trunk!
Bass so damn hard make the transmission jump!
Mud on the tires, moonshine in my cup,
Sheriff said, “Pull over!” — I said, “GOOD LUCK!”
BOOM BOOM — rattlin' every tooth,
Grandma in the back yellin', “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT TRUTH?!”
Got a six-foot speaker in a two-foot shed,
If the bass don't kill me, my decisions will instead! 🎵
[VERSE 1]
I woke up Tuesday underneath my truck,
Don't know how I got there but I reckon that's luck.
Boot full of water, beard full of leaves,
Neighbor said, “Boy, why's your lawnmower in the trees?”
I said, “Mind your business, Dale, that's classified,”
Then I hit the gas and the damn hood flied—
Not flew. FLIED.
That's how we talk when the engine's fried.
Got a raccoon ridin' shotgun, mean little bastard,
Stole my beef jerky then stared at me faster.
I said, “You pay rent?” He said absolutely not—
So I put his ass to work runnin' the Bluetooth box!
Got one bald tire and a windshield held with tape,
GPS says “turn left,” but I'm already at the lake.
Mama called my phone, said, “Boy, where you been?”
I said, “Somewhere between trouble and county road ten.”
[BUILD-UP]
One… two…
Everybody duck when the subwoofer moves…
Three… four…
Why the hell is my trailer on the neighbor's porch?
[BASS DROP]
[HOOK]
🎵 BOOM BOOM — possum in the trunk!
Bass so damn hard make the transmission jump!
Mud on the tires, moonshine in my cup,
Sheriff said, “Pull over!” — I said, “GOOD LUCK!”
BOOM BOOM — chickens lost control,
Bassline shook three sins outta somebody's soul!
Truck leaned sideways, trailer came unhitched—
I ain't sayin' I'm responsible, but that ditch got bitched! 🎵
[VERSE 2 – FASTER, DARKER]
Black smoke rollin' like the devil got tires,
Pulled into Walmart, somehow started three fires—
FIGURATIVELY.
Probably.
Got camouflage pants and a questionable plan,
Twenty-two dollars and a half-eaten Spam.
Mama said, “Son, you're headed straight to hell,”
I said, “Yeah, but my sound system sounds good as well.”
Pulled up to the graveyard at quarter past three,
Bass shook a skeleton clean outta a tree.
He said, “TURN THAT SHIT DOWN, I'm dead, not deaf!”
I said, “Sorry, boss,” then he asked for the next—
[DROP]
BOOM.
He started two-steppin' with his own damn death certificate.
[BRIDGE – OMINOUS SPOKEN]
Somewhere in the darkness…
A deputy hears the bass.
A possum screams.
A transmission slips.
A chicken flies through somebody's windshield.
And Dale…
Dale locks his damn doors.
[FINAL HOOK – HUGE]
🎵 BOOM BOOM — POSSUM IN THE TRUNK!
WHOLE DAMN COUNTY KNOWS WHEN I'M COMIN' UP!
No tags, no plans, no sense, no brakes—
Just bass, bad choices, and Little Debbie cakes!
Details
GeneratedSep 6, 2026
Duration3:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark outlaw hillbilly trap, crushing 808 bass, gritty banjo, slide guitar, gravelly vocals, chaotic backwoods comedy.
Credits
Prompt byShinyBolt146
ModelAria v5.5
