Muddin' and Mics

Tires big as boulders, rollin' through the clay,

Mud sprayin' higher than the dues I never pay.

Camo cap tilted, chew tucked in the lip,

Dip spittin' bars, every line a country whip.

Tailgate my throne, I'm sittin' on chrome,

Hick-hop hero, made the backroads my home.

Four wheels spinnin', dust clouds risin',

Redneck symphony, the moonlight's shinin'.

Muddin' and mics, mixin' dirt with the beats,

Ain't no city slicker gonna roll with these feats.

Crack of a beer can, soundtrack to the night,

Headlights cuttin' through the dark, sharp as a knife.

Bonfire glow, smoke twistin' like a fiddle,

Country boys cookin', spittin' heat in the middle.

A truck bed stage, my mic’s a shotgun,

Freestyle the anthem, till the whiskey’s all done.

Holler to the heavens, raccoon in the grill,

Outlaw vibes, man, we keepin' it real.

Tracks in the mud, that’s a signature line,

Every groove a reminder that the redneck's prime.

Four wheels spinnin', dust clouds risin',

Redneck symphony, the moonlight's shinin'.

Muddin' and mics, mixin' dirt with the beats,

Ain't no city slicker gonna roll with these feats.

So crank the banjo, let the subs hit low,

Country rap king, backwoods my show.

If you ain't got mud on your boots or your truck,

Better pack it up, 'cause out here we don't duck.