[INTRO]
Ain’t no crown where I’m from, just rusted chain,
Wrapped round necks till they forget they name.
Pray if you want—I ain’t God, I’m worse,
Burlap drag souls in a pine box hearse.
[VERSE 1]
Got a sawed-off in the dash, coke in the tank,
Ridin’ through town with a body in the bank.
Whip smell like gas, b***d, and fear,
That’s how we bless ‘em ‘round here.
I don’t read no book, I write with blades,
Scripture scrawled in the scars I made.
I’m the pastor of pain, baptize with flame,
Tow chain halo round a fuckboy’s name.
[chorus]
This that steel-braid gospel, hog-tied psalm,
With a .357 singin’ calm.
I don’t flex, I don’t fake no beef,
I just rip out throats and grind my teeth.
Arkansas hills, I rule by dread,
Put a plug in a box and paint it red.
Tow chain halo, bless the d**d—
Every prayer I preach get filled with lead.
[VERSE 2]
Got a line of dope run through the sticks,
And a bitch in the trailer with a mouth that fix.
Got city boys beggin’, cryin’ for their plug,
Till I tie ‘em up and drag ‘em through the mud.
Law don’t talk, they hush when I ride,
Whole damn county got bodies inside.
You don’t get saved, you just get sacked—
With a bullet in the back and your jawbone cracked.
[chorus]
This that steel-braid gospel, hog-tied psalm,
With a .357 singin’ calm.
I don’t flex, I don’t fake no beef,
I just rip out throats and grind my teeth.
Arkansas hills, I rule by dread,
Put a plug in a box and paint it red.
Tow chain halo, bless the d**d—
Every prayer I preach get filled with lead.
[VERSE 3]
I done hung snitches from the church front sign,
Now they rot while the Baptists dine.
Put a sheriff in a pit with a shattered spine,
And pissed on his badge just to watch it shine.
You don’t call me out—you call for help,
Then c***e on smoke and b***d yourself.
Tow chain preacher, gas can soul,
Buried my past in a meth-fed hole.
[chorus]
This that steel-braid gospel, hog-tied psalm,
With a .357 singin’ calm.
I don’t flex, I don’t fake no beef,
I just rip out throats and grind my teeth.
Arkansas hills, I rule by dread,
Put a plug in a box and paint it red.
Tow chain halo, bless the d**d—
Every prayer I preach get filled with lead.
[OUTRO]
Burlap don’t blink, Burlap don’t pause,
I make saints from sinners with backwoods laws.
[OUTRO]
Come to the hills, best bring a will,
‘Cause once that chain wrap, you stay still.
