

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [owl screech, wind hissing through trees] Boot prints deep in the black mud Moon cut thin like a sick stud Church bells dead, but the pines hum You hear that? They're sayin' we don't run [Verse 1] Daddy kept a Bible and a bloodstain Both on the dash of his stuck truck Mama kept her mask in the cupboard Said, "Pick a face if you need luck" Family dinner out by the tree line One more plate than we got kin Empty chair grins in the fire glow We all stare like, "Let’s begin" (yeah) [Chorus] Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family Laughin' while we drag you through the canopy Pines don’t pray, they just watch what a man’ll be Snap goes a bone in the dark, that’s a melody Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family Hands in the dirt, hearts cold as a felony If you hear your name in the rust of the leaves Don’t look back Just leave, just leave (hey!) [Verse 2] Heard your truck stall at the creek bed Radio fried into harsh hiss Static said your full name twice Then it asked, "You ready for this?" Boots on gravel, then on needles Crow song twisted out of key Grandma’s hummin' from the branches She been dead since ‘93 (woah) [Chorus] Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family Laughin' while we drag you through the canopy Pines don’t pray, they just watch what a man’ll be Snap goes a bone in the dark, that’s a melody Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family Hands in the dirt, hearts cold as a felony If you hear your name in the rust of the leaves Don’t look back Just leave, just leave [Bridge] [vinyl scratch, distant chains rattling in tempo] You hear that giggle in the girl’s throat? That ain’t joy, that’s a death note You hear that calm in the boy’s drawl? That’s the last sound ‘fore you fall (fall) Family tree carved in your rib cage Every ring count one more rage We say grace over grave stones "Pass the salt And the bones" [Chorus] Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family Laughin' while we drag you through the canopy Pines don’t pray, they just watch what a man’ll be Snap goes a bone in the dark, that’s a melody Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family Hands in the dirt, hearts cold as a felony If you hear your name in the rust of the leaves Don’t look back Just leave, just leave (run)
Tags
rap, Dual-vocal horrorcore-country hybrid: gravelly male and eerie female vocals trading lines over twangy detuned guitar, dark ambient pads, psytrance stabs, and a relentless hardcore bassline. Layered forest sound design—branches snapping, distant crows, a rusted swing creaking—plus vinyl scratches and glitchy noise risers. Verses stay tense and whispered-then-barked; hook explodes with gang-style call-and-response and distorted ad-libs., bassline, scratch, horrorcore, country, noise, hardcore, dark ambient
3:09
No
3/24/2026