[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
