[Intro]
No heaven, no hell…
Just roots, rot, and revenge.
Now bow your head… the gospel’s speakin’.
[Verse 1]
I baptize fakes in a hole six deep,
With a pine box sermon and a prayer for sleep.
Got no pastor, got no choir,
Just me and the wind and a funeral fire.
They come with chains, actin’ like gods,
I break ‘em down ‘til they beg like dogs.
You ever seen sin wear a human grin?
I tear it off slow, then I bury what’s within.
Ain’t no crosses, ain’t no saints,
Just names on bark where the b***d still paints.
You sayin’ you a boss? Then why you run?
I caught him by the mouth, left his teeth by the g*n.
That’s scripture carved in a sinner’s skull,
Every fake I drop makes the story full.
[chorus]
This the black dirt gospel, sung in screams,
Where the holy words ride hollow dreams.
Ain’t no light in the preacher’s eyes,
Only Burlap… where the false one dies.
This the black dirt gospel…
No books, no lies,
Just cold steel truth and a rope that ties.
[Verse 2]
I wrote my verses in ash and bone,
My hymns get hummed when you die alone.
Had a plug boy beggin’ with tears in his throat,
Said he’d call his set, I just tightened the rope.
This ain’t rap, this ain’t trap,
This is moonlit w*r with a burlap wrap.
I put pretense in the earth like seed,
Now the field grows fat from a liar’s need.
Each scream adds weight to the chains I drag,
Each death makes the sermon flag.
I don’t forgive, I don’t repent,
Every life I take is heaven-sent.
[Bridge]
You want peace?
Dig for it.
You want mercy?
Scream for it.
But out here…
The gospel don’t answer back.
[chorus]
This the black dirt gospel, sung in screams,
Where the holy words ride hollow dreams.
Ain’t no light in the preacher’s eyes,
Only Burlap… where the false one dies.
This the black dirt gospel…
No books, no lies,
Just cold steel truth and a rope that ties.
[Outro]
Read your last rites in the dirt you lie…
Burlap’s gospel don’t let nothin’ rise.
