[Intro - Country, Male]
Dust on my boots, Bible in the glovebox,
Devil ridin' shotgun, laughin' at the cross.
[Verse 1 - Rap, Male]
Fentanyl bricks vacuum-sealed, 50k a key,
Blue dolphins stamped, press 'em in the shed with the AC.
Meth lab bubblin', red phosphorus stink,
One spark wrong—boom—whole trailer's pink.
Brothel neon buzzin', "Girls Girls Girls" sign,
Backdoor entrance, $100 entry, leave your soul behind.
Pimped a dozen, passports locked in the safe,
Webcam suites, OnlyFans cut, crypto in the wraith.
[Chorus - Country, Male]
Fentanyl dreams in a Dixie cup, meth smoke risin' to the moon,
Brothel lights flicker, hearts go bust, dealin' death in the afternoon.
Lord forgive this outlaw soul, but the devil pays in gold.
[Verse 2 - Country, Male]
Mama's ghost in the rearview, cryin' 'bout my sins,
But the preacher's daughter dancin' nude for tips and gin.
Meth pipe glowin' like a firefly in the dark,
One hit, she forgets the scars, forgets the mark.
Fent patches on the johns, noddin' in the stall,
Flush the rig, mop the blood, hang another call.
[Verse 3 - Rap, Male]
Cartel plug on burner, "Send the mule through Texarkana,"
Strapped with 200k taped to her tits, no drama.
Brothel basement—VIP—senators and CEOs,
Snort lines off silicon, forget their wedding vows.
AR-15 under the bar, suppressor on the tip,
Cross me once, your body's in the woodchip.
[Chorus - Country, Male]
Fentanyl dreams in a Dixie cup, meth smoke risin' to the moon,
Brothel lights flicker, hearts go bust, dealin' death in the afternoon.
Lord forgive this outlaw soul, but the devil pays in gold.
[Verse 4 - Rap, Male]
Cookhouse in the holler, propane tanks hiss,
Crystal shards like diamonds, bag 'em with a twist.
Ho's on rotation, 15-minute clock,
Track marks hidden under lace, smile for the jock.
Fent-laced coke for the frat boys, $300 a gram,
Watch 'em foam at the mouth, call it Instagram.
[Bridge - Alternating]
(Rap) Blue pills kill quiet, no sound, no fight—
(Country) Just a body in the mornin' light—
(Rap) Ice pipe crackle, brain cells ignite—
(Country) Another soul lost to the night.
[Verse 5 - Country, Male]
Sunday mornin' cleanup, bleach the sheets white,
Bury the john in the pine thicket, out of sight.
Meth cook coughin' blood, lungs turnin' black,
But the money keeps comin', no turnin' back.
[Verse 6 - Rap, Male]
Crypto wallet fat, cold storage in the wall,
Brothel expands—second floor, mirrored hall.
Fentanyl patches mailed discreet, dark web orders stack,
Return address fake, USPS never look back.
[Final Chorus - Both]
Fentanyl dreams in a Dixie cup, meth smoke risin' to the moon,
Brothel lights flicker, hearts go bust, dealin' death in the afternoon.
Lord forgive this outlaw soul, but the devil pays in gold.
Fent, meth, flesh for sale—
One way ticket straight to hell.
[Outro - Country Whisper]
Amen.
PrinceShawn
