OUTLAW IN THE TRAP ☠️ COUNTRY LUNATIC 💯🔥💯 #countrytrap #whiteboytrapmusic

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TITLE: OUTLAW IN THE TRAP
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Lunatic Nation™
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💯 LYRICS 💯

i’m that dirty white devil with a sawed-off breath
dodge ram howlin’ like a demon to death
meth smoke thick in a rusted-out shed
bitch i run a whole block from the barn to the feds
moonshine cookin’ while the AR spit
call me backwoods bane with a face full of grit
i don't pray for peace, i pray for the plug
with a duffel full of dope and a ditch full of blood

chain hang low with a rusty blade swingin'
county line kingpin, cartel ringin’
camo bandana on a bounty-head killer
everybody want smoke, but i’m the blood spiller
i’m the reason your cousin ain’t came back home
zip ties, duck tape, all in my zone
ain’t no snitch make it out this county alive
if i catch a rat, he get hogtied dry

outlaw in the trap, got mud on my mac
got a bible in my whip and a kilo in the back
i don’t cap, i don’t rap, i confess every crime
i’m a menace in the sticks, in my prime doin’ time
from the trap to the holler, every brick got my name
every snitch in the ditch, every lick in the game
outlaw in the trap, yeah i made my lane
put a body on a beat and a slug in the frame

i was born in a trailer with a .40 in my diaper
mama sold pills while she fucked her supplier
daddy ran guns with a preacher named mac
he baptized dopeheads and zipped up rats
i was raised on pain, meth fumes, and threats
made a name in the dark off a stolen vette
ain’t no therapist can fix this rage
got a murderin’ mind and a shotgun gauge

every felony i caught made me famous
feds tryna trace every round that i gave ’em
but the bodies too burnt, the trail too cold
when you ride with the devil, you die bold
jacked-up tires on a military hummer
i done robbed more dealers than a jailhouse runner
this ain’t rap, this that trailer park sermon
this the last words ya hear when the clip start burnin’

outlaw in the trap, got mud on my mac
got a bible in my whip and a kilo in the back
i don’t cap, i don’t rap, i confess every crime
i’m a menace in the sticks, in my prime doin’ time
from the trap to the holler, every brick got my name
every snitch in the ditch, every lick in the game
outlaw in the trap, yeah i made my lane
put a body on a beat and a slug in the frame

raised in a trailer with a switchblade grin
got a .30-06 where the toolset been
ain’t a stain on my shirt, that’s a blood-born badge
had to learn how to kill ‘fore i ever learned math
i don’t rap for the charts, i rap for the war
for the fiends in the cut and the plug by the store
got a brick in the floor, got a judge on the take
got your girl in my bed with a coke-plate shake

i’m the ghost of the sticks, the pain that don’t die
i’m the reason why the sheriff got a twitch in his eye
yeah i walk like a vet with a bomb in his chest
camo boots on the pedal, chrome cross on my vest
this that backwoods doctrine, outlaws don’t bend
we just carve out a warning and make ‘em pretend
this ain't drill, it’s militia — redneck made
with a trap house heart and a trench coat blade

outlaw in the trap, got mud on my mac
got a bible in my whip and a kilo in the back
i don’t cap, i don’t rap, i confess every crime
i’m a menace in the sticks, in my prime doin’ time
from the trap to the holler, every brick got my name
every snitch in the ditch, every lick in the game
outlaw in the trap, yeah i made my lane
put a body on a beat and a slug in the frame

ain’t no peace in my county, just tombstones growin’
cops don’t come here, they know i’m patrollin’
meth lab steam mixin’ with pine
when you hear them dogs howl, boy, it's killin’ time

outlaw… not a title, it’s my birthright
draggin’ chains through the swamp in the moonlight
white trash pride, dirty south rage
country lunatic — i was born in a cage
and i broke every fuckin’ bar they put in my way…
now i run this whole trap with a twelve-gauge spray