Back to the shack

[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’.”