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Lyrics
[Verse]
Painkiller tucked in a dusty coat pocket,
Old town shadows where the clock tick-tocks it.
Rusty chains swing, echo through the holler,
Life worth pennies, ain't nobody a baller.
[Verse 2]
Got the devil in the bottle, he whispers my name,
Old town streets, every corner the same.
Painkiller grin, got a deal to deploy,
Selling slow death to an old town boy.
[Chorus]
Painkiller riding, the reaper on the side,
Old town boy can't run, can't hide.
Dust on his boots, soul ready to fry,
Painkiller knows this boy gonna die.
[Verse 3]
Creak of the porch, moon hanging low,
Painkiller watching the story unfold slow.
Crows on the wire, they gossip the truth,
Old town boy drowning in his youth.
[Bridge]
Knuckles scarred, fists on the grind,
Painkiller smiling, he's robbing him blind.
The boy can't see it, caught in the fog,
Old town whispers turn into a monologue.
[Chorus]
Painkiller riding, the reaper on the side,
Old town boy can't run, can't hide.
Dust on his boots, soul ready to fry,
Painkiller knows this boy gonna die.
Details
GeneratedJun 13, 2025
Duration2:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, raw beats, hip hop, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Painkiller
PainkillerModelAria v4
Prompt
Rap song about how the painkiller going to die a old town boy, male, rap, hip hop
