[Tempo: 145 BPM | Style: Aggressive Trap-Country / Phonk / Southern Metal Fusion]
[Feel: Distorted, fast-paced, menacing, heavy 808s and overdriven electric guitar]
[Intro]
[Sound of a shotgun racking – Chack-Chack]
[Fast, distorted banjo riff starts, quickly layered with a heavy, distorted bass
Yeah!
You think it’s peaceful out here?
You think it’s quiet?
Listen closer.
LETS GO!
[Verse 1]
I ain't no farmhand, I don't work for the sun
I’m a product of the thicket and a loaded-up gun
I don't wait for the rain, I don't wait for the sprout
I’m the one the local legends used to warn you about!
No corn in the fields, just a path through the brush
Keep your mouth shut tight, yeah, we live for the hush
I was born in the brambles, I was raised in the mud
Where the sap in the trees tastes a little like blood!
I’m a high-speed ghost in a beat-up truck
If you’re looking for the devil, well, you’re in for some luck!
[Chorus]
[Bass Drop – Aggressive, rattling 808s]
SON OF THE TIMBER! GHOST IN THE PINES!
CROSSING THE BORDERS AND BREAKING THE LINES!
I DON'T TILL THE EARTH, I JUST BURN IT TO THE GROUND
LIVING IN THE WOODS WHERE THE BODIES AINT FOUND!
DARK COUNTRY! DARK SOUL!
LOSE YOUR FOOTING IN THE SINKHOLE!
[Verse 2]
[Beat gets faster, triple-time hi-hats]
No fence in the world gonna keep me inside
Got the eyes of a wolf and the scars on my hide
While you’re checking the weather for a harvest moon
I’m out here carving out a different tune!
It’s a dog-eat-dog, it’s a blade-on-bone
I’m the king of the dirt on a limestone throne
I don't trade in the market, I don't trade in the grain
I only trade in the fire and the shadow and pain!
See the smoke on the ridge? See the light in the dark?
That’s a predator waiting for a flickering spark!
[Bridge]
[Music cuts to a fast, aggressive drum break - no melody]
Run.
You better run.
The woods don't have ears, they got teeth!
[Heavy metal guitar riff kicks in for 4 bars]
YEAH! BREAK IT DOWN!
[Chorus]
SON OF THE TIMBER! GHOST IN THE PINES!
CROSSING THE BORDERS AND BREAKING THE LINES!
I DON'T TILL THE EARTH, I JUST BURN IT TO THE GROUND
LIVING IN THE WOODS WHERE THE BODIES AINT FOUND!
DARK COUNTRY! DARK SOUL!
LOSE YOUR FOOTING IN THE SINKHOLE!
[Outro]
[Fast-paced rapping, building tension]
I’m the rot in the root!
I’m the mud on the boot!
I’m the sound in the night when the owls stay mute!
You’re in my world now.
And I don't give tours.
[Sudden silence]
[Distorted voice]
Get out.
Get out
GET OUT!!
[Final heavy 808 thud]