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Lyrics
[Intro]
Crickets hissin'
Static moon
Rust on the mailbox
Dog howls out of tune
[Verse 1]
Got a Bible in the dash and a flask in the seat
Prescription in my pocket, little ghost in the Jeep
Gravel pop rocks under old bald tires
Every mile I drive, my mind backfires
Mama said, "Boy, that's just nerves, you'll be fine"
Doctor said "twice a day" with a smile so wide
But the pills spell words when they rattle in the jar
"Turn back now" in the glove box dark
[Chorus]
I'm a backwoods psychopath
Talkin' to the crows out back
Crazy as a Sunday choir
Singin' with the house on fire
Delusional, I shake that hand
Of a man that ain't even standin'
Medication can't save my head
These dirt roads talk in red
[Verse 2]
She got lipstick like a dried blood stain
Cowgirl boots kick dust on my brain
Laugh like a match in a gas can night
Says, "Baby, let’s dance with the porch light sliced"
She hums hymns backward, eyes all glass
Draws smiley faces in the shotgun rack
Says, "Take your meds, or let 'em melt"
"Either way, we'll ride straight through hell"
[Chorus]
I'm a backwoods psychopath
Talkin' to the crows out back
Crazy as a Sunday choir
Singin' with the house on fire
Delusional, we shake those hands
Of the folks that ain't even standin'
Medication can't save our heads
These dirt roads talk in red
[Bridge]
[Beat shifts into hard trance pulse, vocals chopped and layered]
Voices on the CB
Whisper, "Turn around"
Mailbox names all bleeding
Every letter drowned (woah)
Cow skull on the fence post
Grins like it knows
We ain't leavin' this county
We just change our clothes
[Chorus]
I'm a backwoods psychopath
Talkin' to the crows out back
Crazy as a Sunday choir
Singin' with the house on fire
Delusional, I shake that hand
Of a man that ain't even standin'
Medication can't save my head
These dirt roads talk in red (talk in red)
Details
GeneratedMar 21, 2026
Duration3:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid horrorcore cypher: male and female vocals trading verses. Gritty dark ambient pads and horror FX under a swinging trap-country groove that mutates into hard trance on the hook. Distorted 808s, twangy slide guitar stabs, and clipped hi-hats. Choruses explode with sidechained synths and gang vocals; verses stay close and dry to feel uncomfortably intimate. Energy ramps from eerie storytelling to unhinged rave exorcism by the last chorus., dark ambient, freestyle, trance, horrorcore, country, hardcore
Credits
Prompt by
KingDe4d
KingDe4dModelAria v5
Prompt
Psychopath, crazy, delusional, medication, backwoods, rap, horrorcore, hardcore, dark ambient, hard trance, country, freestyle, male, female
