[INTRO]
Ain’t no savior in these woods, just rot,
Just meat that begs and a barrel that’s hot.
I don’t fold, I don’t flinch, I tear—
This my scripture, this my meat prayer.
[VERSE 1]
I done carved up snitches in a doublewide,
Hung ’em like trophies with they mouths all pried.
Got b***d on my boots, got dope in my piss,
Shot a preacher in the teeth for callin’ me sick.
You talk peace? I talk straps and holes,
Where the pigs get fed and the silence grows.
Wrap duct tape ’round a fed boy’s scream,
While the meth cook bubble like a bad wet dream.
[chorus]
This that meat prayer, godless hymn,
Where we trade souls for b***d and sin.
I don’t kneel, I press that blade,
Turn a man to a stain in a trailer raid.
I got m****r in my veins, and hate in bloom,
I baptize fiends in a tin-roof room.
Meat prayer whisper, flesh get tore—
Say amen, then hit the floor.
[VERSE 2]
Got a stash in the wall and a c****e in the floor,
And a girl on the couch with a belt in the drawer.
I ain’t savin’ no lives, just takin’ ’em slow,
Put a plug in the mud just to watch him go.
I feed death like I feed the flame,
And every motherfucker here gon’ learn my name.
Arkansas blacktop paved in pain,
And I paved it all with b***d and chain.
[chorus]
This that meat prayer, godless hymn,
Where we trade souls for b***d and sin.
I don’t kneel, I press that blade,
Turn a man to a stain in a trailer raid.
I got m****r in my veins, and hate in bloom,
I baptize fiends in a tin-roof room.
Meat prayer whisper, flesh get tore—
Say amen, then hit the floor.
[VERSE 3]
I seen hell, then built it back,
With a .223 and a burlap sack.
Got ten toes in the devil’s yard,
With a bitch on a leash and a meth cook guard.
No feds, no faith, no light, no trust,
Just bone and steel and b***d and rust.
I’m Burlap, boy, I ain’t no lie—
I’m the reason your kin don’t say goodbye.
[chorus]
This that meat prayer, godless hymn,
Where we trade souls for b***d and sin.
I don’t kneel, I press that blade,
Turn a man to a stain in a trailer raid.
I got m****r in my veins, and hate in bloom,
I baptize fiends in a tin-roof room.
Meat prayer whisper, flesh get tore—
Say amen, then hit the floor.
[OUTRO]
No heaven, no hope, no light left here,
Just Burlap’s voice in a dying ear.
[OUTRO]
“Close your eyes, boy—this the final psalm,
And your b***d gon’ write it in the pinewood calm.”
