Pinewoods Twitch

[Intro] I don’t knock—I crack that door With a .308 and a b***d-soaked roar Ain’t no peace when the pines get loud Just a twitch in the dark and a shroud for the proud [Verse 1] This that pinewood twitch, that neck vein pop That leave-you-in-the-ditch-while-the-backhoe-rock That twist in the gut when you know you caught But the hogs eat fast so you won’t get rot Got a trap in the hills and a plug in the well And a cousin do voodoo in a trailer from hell This that twitch you feel when the meth go dry And a stranger pulls up with a wandering eye I’m the sound in the dark that make men freeze The click of a claw from the murderin’ trees This land don’t blink, it just swallows whole And my mask don’t smile—it just take soul [chorus] Pinewoods twitch, I was born with that Got death on my boots and a w*r in my hat This ain’t no rap, it’s a cursed-a*s chant From a killer in the pines with a murderin’ slant [Verse 2] I twitch like a fuse when the wind blow wrong And my dogs don’t bark—they just come along Got a k**l count scribbled in a barnwood shed Right next to the names of the ones who bled This ain’t trap, it’s trench—this ain’t flex, it’s f***t Where I cook with ghosts and sleep with spite Got a pinewood patch where the feds won’t go And a tunnel in the dirt where the truth don’t show I was raised by a drunk and a rusted blade In a school of pain where the lessons stayed I don’t flinch, I don’t break, I don’t ask or beg Just twitch my way into breakin’ legs [chorus] Pinewoods twitch, I was born with that Got death on my boots and a w*r in my hat This ain’t no rap, it’s a cursed-a*s chant From a killer in the pines with a murderin’ slant [Verse 3] Now they whisper “Burlap” when the night get thick When the trailer shake or the woods get sick I’m the fear in the crack of the branch you hear The twitch in your brain when the end gets near I ain’t city, I’m sin—I’m the moss on the tree The bite in the meth and the b***d in the creek This my crown, this my kin, this my twitch, this my trap This my k**l zone mapped in the pine tree sap You run, you scream, but the dogs cut wide And I got your scent in the sweat you hide This the twitch that built the legend they tell When the pines grow thick and the air go stale [chorus] Pinewoods twitch, I was born with that Got death on my boots and a w*r in my hat This ain’t no rap, it’s a cursed-a*s chant From a killer in the pines with a murderin’ slant [Outro] So light that flame if you brave that trail But don’t look back when the hoot-owls wail The twitch ain’t fake—it’s real as a scream And it snap like a snare in your final dream [Outro] This that twitch that built my name From the b***d, the drugs, the southern flame Burlap live, Burlap twitch In a pinewood maze where the devil switch