Meat prayer

[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.”