[Intro]
You hear that echo?
That ain’t wind…
That’s every motherfucker thought they were safe…
’Til they stepped into my holler.
[Verse 1]
D**d Man’s Holler where the buzzards spin,
Where the soil drink b***d and remember skin.
I don’t talk on phones, don’t leave no trail,
I write my message in a scream, then I let it sail.
He had a lifted truck, brand-new tags,
Big ol’ belt but his hands ain’t dragged.
Talked real loud like he knew this place—
’Til he met Burlap and the empty space.
I tied him up with his own belt strap,
Hung his hat on a limb, left him facin’ the trap.
Them roots don’t lie and the rocks don’t care,
That holler got room for another blank stare.
[chorus]
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D**d Man’s Holler, don’t you slip,
One wrong step, then the woods go grip.
You came talkin’ like you run these roads,
Now your soul got sold where the black creek flows.
D**d Man’s Holler, ain’t no light,
Even ghosts get lost in the pine at night.
You meet Burlap, you don’t get names—
Just rope, just dirt, just cold steel fangs.
[Verse 2]
You ever seen a face peeled back like bark?
Ever felt the woods get hungry after dark?
I don’t chase clout—I chase intruders,
Turn big-mouth boys into creekbed rumors.
He said he was “country”—had a podcast, too,
Talked that trap like he really came through.
But his boots too clean, his beard too shaped,
So I fed him to the holler where the lost ones wait.
Snitches get stitches? Nah, they get fed,
To the roots that whisper what the d**d men said.
Every lie leaves a stain on my land,
So I clean it with a shovel and a steady hand.
[Bridge]
This holler got memory…
It know every scream, every beg, every plea.
It don’t forgive.
And neither do I.
[chorus]
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D**d Man’s Holler, don’t you slip,
One wrong step, then the woods go grip.
You came talkin’ like you run these roads,
Now your soul got sold where the black creek flows.
D**d Man’s Holler, ain’t no light,
Even ghosts get lost in the pine at night.
You meet Burlap, you don’t get names—
Just rope, just dirt, just cold steel fangs.
[Outro]
Tell your boys to stay out the trees.
Tell ‘em the ground out here remembers.
D**d Man’s Holler remembers everything.
