[Intro]
“You thought it was over, huh? Thought Burlap let shit slide?”
“Welcome to the woods, motherfucker.”
[Verse 1]
Threw a hood on his head, stuffed him in the bed
Rifle on my lap, and the backseat red
Tires on gravel, heart b**t slow
Got a pit in the woods where the cowards go
Spit on his shoes, tied tighter the rope
Lit up a cig while he cried with no hope
Ain’t no savin’ you past them pines
Crossed Burlap’s name, now I’m takin’ what’s mine
[chorus]
Yeah, we drag ’em back to the shack
Rope tight, duct tape, .44 black
Mouth run slick, we’ll break that jaw
Strip you down raw, feed your pride to the hogs
This Arkansas pain ain’t fiction—it’s fact
Step in my woods, you ain’t never comin’ back
[Verse 2]
Pulled him out the truck, boots hit the dust
Beggin’ for his life like a bitch, no trust
Got a chain on the beam, hung him upside down
B***d to the floor while the saw made sound
I cook meth, cut throats, bury feds in the creek
Don’t talk back unless you ready for the heat
Snitches get stitches—nah, f**k that, they rot
Screams don’t echo when you deep in the spot
[chorus]
Yeah, we drag ’em back to the shack
Rope tight, duct tape, .44 black
Mouth run slick, we’ll break that jaw
Strip you down raw, feed your pride to the hogs
This Arkansas pain ain’t fiction—it’s fact
Step in my woods, you ain’t never comin’ back
[Verse 3]
I’m Burlap, bitch, from a place unknown
Where the trees got eyes and the roots grow bone
City boys think they hard till the woods talk back
Now he pissin’ on himself in a rusted-out shack
Got a blade from my granddad, rust on the steel
Cut slow, let him feel every inch I peel
You came for the dope—now you part of the game
Another nameless skull in my hall of shame
[chorus]
Yeah, we drag ’em back to the shack
Rope tight, duct tape, .44 black
Mouth run slick, we’ll break that jaw
Strip you down raw, feed your pride to the hogs
This Arkansas pain ain’t fiction—it’s fact
Step in my woods, you ain’t never comin’ back
[Outro]
“He ain’t gonna talk no more. Ain’t gonna breathe either.”
“We feed what we don’t fuckin’ need.”
[Outro]
“Two down. How many more wanna play tough?”
“Come on through… Burlap waitin’.”
