Wood Chip Empire

[Verse]
Teeth on the drum spin, trees meet their fate,
Mulcher roars loud, clearing paths we create.
Steel jaws chompin', roots torn from the base,
A wildland tamed, leave no green trace.
Sawdust confetti, a victory parade,
Every cut's a line in the empire we made.
Land gets sculpted, like a block of clay,
Blueprint dreams, shaping futures today.
[Chorus]
Taming the wild, one acre at a time,
Grinding through chaos, the rhythm, the rhyme.
Turning green jungles to gold in the hand,
Building our empire, we conquer the land.
[Verse 2]
Hydraulic beasts, engines breathing steam,
Every lever pulled’s another step in the dream.
Terrain’s a puzzle, we solve it with grit,
Sweat fuels the tank, and the hustle won’t quit.
Pine to pulp, thickets to ash,
Sweeping the jungle, turning dirt into cash.
Forests fall silent, the earth starts to hum,
Progress in motion, heavy metal drum.
[Bridge]
Roots snapping, the anthem of kings,
Grinding down wildness, the future it brings.
Machines move mountains, we write the script,
Each turn of the track, the balance is flipped.

Hardcore rap with dark, gritty beats, heavy bass, and aggressive vocals inspired by SuicideBoys