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Lyrics
Verse 1
Late night, lights low, cuttin’ through the pine row,
299 growl when the dark starts to unfold.
Cold steel hummin’, that drum start drummin’,
Brush line shakin’ like it know that I’m comin’.
Shadow in the cab, but the work still speak,
Turn tall trees ghost when the fangs go deep.
Earth cry slow as the metal start rippin’,
Mulch life — we don’t talk, we listen.
Hook
I move like a phantom in the timbers when I creep,
Mulcher turn a forest to a whisper in the breeze.
Night shift heart, but the daylight bleeds,
And the grind don’t stop till the whole land breathes.
Verse 2
Fog on the visor, sweat on my collar,
Work don’t stop, but the hours get darker.
Roots get severed when the teeth start chargin’,
Whole damn hillside fall like a bargain.
One man army, carve a path like fate,
Hear the echo in the valley when the drum rotate.
No fear here — pressure make the world split,
Night Lovell tone with that DirtForge grit.
Hook 2
I move like a phantom in the timbers when I creep,
Mulcher turn a forest to a whisper in the breeze.
Night shift mind with a heavy-duty dream,
Let the land wake up when the steel teeth scream.
Outro
Silence on the ridge when the cut job’s done,
But the ghosts of the brush still hide from the sun.
Call my name in the dark and I rise like smoke —
DirtForge mulching, turn a forest to an oath.
Details
GeneratedNov 19, 2025
Duration1:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark rap, gritty, atmospheric, trap beats, heavy bass, foreboding mood
Credits
Prompt by
MulcherMafia
MulcherMafiaModelAria v5
