[intro]
Them pine trees whisper names the law ain’t earned.
Crows circle slow when them boots get burned.
Old deals carved in the cedar roots,
New suits came, but they soft in the boots.
[verse 1]
Talk slow in the Hollow, speak in code,
Used to toast moonshine with the law on the road.
Now they brought in fresh eyes, young and dumb,
Tryna map the woods like we gon’ run.
[chorus]
Got badge rot settin’ in deep,
New law bark but they bark too weak.
Pine got rules that the city don’t teach,
Talk real loud and they never leave.
Badge rot settin’ in deep,
Ain’t no peace in a hillbilly’s reach.
Roll too bold, you don’t come back,
That radio crackle be your last track.
[verse 2]
They rolled through Wrong Hollow like they knew the land,
Talkin’ ‘bout searchin’—I was stirrin’ grams.
Sheriff knew better, but the kid ain’t him,
Now there’s echo in the woods where the badge went dim.
Shotgun speak in a language old,
Moss drippin’ down from the trees like mold.
Buried one deep by the sugar shack,
Marked it with a bullet and a hog trap.
[chorus]
Got badge rot settin’ in deep,
New law bark but they bark too weak.
Pine got rules that the city don’t teach,
Talk real loud and they never leave.
Badge rot settin’ in deep,
Ain’t no peace in a hillbilly’s reach.
Roll too bold, you don’t come back,
That radio crackle be your last track.
[verse 3]
We the shadows in the treeline grinnin’,
Ain’t no mercy when tradition’s slippin’.
You knock wrong, that knock gets met
With a hammer click and a cigarette.
Tell the brass up north we ain’t tame,
These woods remember every name.
New badge got lost in the red clay bend,
Tried to play god—now he ain’t got friends.
[chorus]
Got badge rot settin’ in deep,
New law bark but they bark too weak.
Pine got rules that the city don’t teach,
Talk real loud and they never leave.
Badge rot settin’ in deep,
Ain’t no peace in a hillbilly’s reach.
Roll too bold, you don’t come back,
That radio crackle be your last track.
[OUTRO]
One cross nailed in a cedar log,
New badge name fed to the hogs.
Wrong Hollow don’t forgive or forget,
We carve law in lead and regret.
[OUTRO]
Tell your kin not to ride down here,
We don’t shake hands, we disappear.
Wrong Hollow got its own damn code—
Y’all best pray that pine don’t e*****e.
