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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Out in the sticks with a six-pack cooler
Whole fam crazy
But my brother way crueler
[Verse 1]
He pull up boots muddy, big grin on his face
Gold grill shining like the chrome on his plate
Says, “Boy, I ain’t hungry, I done already ate”
We know what that mean when he show up late
Lil’ country Casanova, ain’t slick but he loyal
Front porch flirting while he fixin’ her oil
Backseat steam on a broke-down scooter
We all know bro love that cooter
[Chorus]
My brother eat cooter like supper on Sunday
Head first diving in the creek past the runway
Lip smack, napkin tuck, say the blessing then do her
Fork and knife, candlelight, my brother eat cooter
My brother eat cooter
(yeah, that boy, that chewer)
Down-home hoover
My brother eat cooter
[Verse 2]
Grandma said, “Lord, why his beard so damp?”
He said, “It’s just gravy drippin’ off my camp”
But we saw bite marks on his baseball cap
And her knees in the dirt by the four-wheeler ramp
He got ketchup on his collar, that ain’t from fries
That’s lipstick mixin’ with them cherry pie thighs
He skip the brisket, skip the baked beans too
If it ain’t cooter, he don’t chew
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
He don’t drink much, maybe one-two Bud
He still leave the room lookin’ like a flood
She walk funny out the double-wide door
Say, “Your brother ’round here?
Can he come back for more?” (woah)
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 25, 2025
Duration2:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Down-south trap-country hybrid with swung hi-hats, thick sub-bass, and twangy Telecaster licks. Male vocals half-rapped, half-drawled; hook leans big and chantable with stacked gang vocals. Verses ride a simple stomp-clap groove and talk their trash; drops use 808 slides, fiddle stabs, and vocal chops on the word “cooter” for a rowdy, comedic club feel., country
Credits
Prompt byZestyInput543
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Make me a country ghetto rap song about my brother eating cooter
