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Ben Hill Griffin, Gainesville night,
Swamp lit up under orange-blue lights,
Eighty thousand roarin’, chomp in the stands,
Gator turf hot like a fryin’ pan.
Allie in a sundress, laces pulled tight,
Wind in her hair, yeah she ready to ignite,
Cody the professor talkin’ that class,
But he ‘bout to get schooled in a forty-yard dash.
(Chorus)
In the Swamp, stomp, hear the crowd crash,
Forty yards gone in a blink that fast,
Left him in the end zone eatin’ that grass,
Country rap speed, no hall pass.
High fives pop where the Gators play,
Victory shine in the Florida haze,
Professor learned when the whistle blew—
Swamp-born runners comin’ through.
(Verse 2)
Aaron step up with a wild grin strong,
Leopard print thong and his confidence on,
Crowd went wild, couldn’t look away,
Swamp got louder that Saturday.
Cody reset sayin’, “This my shot,”
But Aaron took off like a slingshot,
Forty-yard stripe, pure lightning strike,
Left that professor nowhere in sight.
Aaron say no time for you Cody to lag
Drop to all fours and get this tea bag.
(Chorus)
In the Swamp, stomp, feel that bass,
Allie and Aaron set the pace,
Cody in the rearview losin’ the race,
Talk big game but couldn’t keep pace.
Tea bag happen at midfield grass,
Swamp heat crownin’ ‘em first-class,
Ben Hill Griffin heard that sound—
Country speed just shut it down.
(Outro)
From the tunnel smoke to the Gator bite,
They ran that dash in orange-blue light,
Gainesville night, victory flash—
Professor got schooled in the Swamp’s own dash.
Details
GeneratedFeb 12, 2026
Duration2:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark nasty country rap. Male voice
Credits
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SwampLife22414
SwampLife22414ModelAria v5
