Port Huron Hardass

[Verse 1]
Red clay on my work boots
Peach state raised me rough
Grind on a Monday sunrise
Pray the paycheck’s enough
Calloused hands, old Ford
Rust, dents, still runs loud
Georgia boy with a short fuse
Ain’t here to blend in the crowd
[Chorus]
I’m a port Huron hardass, Georgia-made
Hunter in the pines, got bills to pay
I don’t talk big, I just walk it out
Take that shot or shut your mouth
You wanna test what I’m about?
(Fuck around and find out)
Yeah, I’m port Huron hardass, Georgia-made
(Fuck around and find out)
[Verse 2]
Cast lines at the break wall
Frozen beer, cracked styrofoam
Seen a judge with a clean smile
Steal folks right out their homes
Ran bags through the back blocks
Heard sirens sing my name
Trap house dust on my Carhartt
Still they say we’re the ones to blame
[Chorus]
I’m a port Huron hardass, Georgia-made
Hunter in the pines, got bills to pay
I don’t talk big, I just walk it out
Take that shot or shut your mouth
You wanna test what I’m about?
(Fuck around and find out)
Yeah, I’m port Huron hardass, Georgia-made
(Fuck around and find out)
[Bridge]
Town hall locked, backroom deals
Same old suits, same old seals
We pay the price, they pour the doubt
But we rise up, we don’t bow down
[Chorus]
I’m a port Huron hardass, Georgia-made
Hunter in the pines, got bills to pay
I don’t talk big, I just walk it out
Take that shot or shut your mouth
You wanna test what I’m about?
(Fuck around and find out)
Yeah, I’m port Huron hardass, Georgia-made
(Fuck around and find out)

rap, Crunchy crossover of Southern metal and outlaw country, male vocals. Downtuned guitars chugging over half-time drums in the verses, opening into double-time stomp and gang shouts on the hook. Slide guitar and banjo tucked under the riffs, bass growling in the low end. Vocal rides a gritty melodic scream, with stacked shout-alongs on the title line to make it a barroom anthem., country, metal