NICKNAMES - COUNTRY&QUEEN LUNATIC.. I WAS IN A WRITING BUSY MODE TONIGHT CAN'T 😴😴😴 I'LL DO THIS

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COUNTRY LUNATIC
F.O.W.B INDEPENDENT RECORDS
LUNATIC NATION

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Lyrics

They ask what to call me?
Better sit the fuck down, it’s a long-ass list...
From cell blocks to cornfields, I go by many names —
But they all mean one thing: FEAR.

Certified White Devil,
Big Dick Rebel,
Methlab Messiah with the death-dance level.
Shotgun Shakespeare,
Swamp Don Juan,
The Hoodrat Heretic with a chrome baton.

Dirt Road Demon,
Crackpipe Cleric,
The Backseat Butcher with a Glock generic.
They call me Moonshine Mephisto,
Gutter God Psycho,
The Redneck Warlord of that trailer park silo.

I’m the Rustbelt Revenant,
The Pinebox President,
Chain-Wrapped Knuckles, that truckstop testament.
Pillbilly Picasso,
Thugged-Out Socrates,
Snap yo’ spine in the shape of a crooked prophecy.

I’m the Pickup Punisher,
Baptized in battery,
That 30-06 Saint bringin’ roadside tragedy.
AKA:
• The Chrome Fang Casanova
• Outlaw Ayatollah
• Meth-Smoke Shaman in a church Toyota

They call me:
• Cornfield Kraken
• Sawed-Off Savior
• Crackhouse Cupid with a clip for a favor
• Graveyard Gentleman
• Bubba the Butcher
• That School Bus Hijacker turned bounty pusher

• The Chain-Gang Charmer
• Ten-Toe Terror
• Barbed-Wire Whisperer
• No-Parole Era

He ain’t just a man — he’s a storm with teeth,
A hundred nicknames and none for peace.
You hear his name, you duck and pray,
'Cause one of his names gon' kill you today…

I’m the Taboo Tycoon,
Pistol-Whip Poet,
That Brick-Slingin’ Bishop with a bag, and I know it.
They call me:
• Throat-Rip Renegade
• Forklift Pharaoh
• The Milk Crate Mystic servin' death straight narrow

• Trenchcoat Temptation
• Noose-Knot Novelist
• The Alleyway Analyst of triple-felony politics
• Clip-Fed Christ
• Bubba the Beast
• The Southern Slasher that won’t call police

Also:
• Camouflage Kingpin
• Duct Tape Daddy
• The Sin-Slick Snake with a blade in the caddy
• Grave Shift Gremlin
• Chewin’ Tobacco Tyrant
• The Old Yeller Yakuza in a 4-door giant

• Gas Station Godfather
• Sawblade Saint
• Chrome-Tooth Lucifer with a meth-mouth taint
• The Beer Can Beretta
• The Hoodrat Harbinger
• That GED Gangster slangin’ pain like a singer

They call me:
• Chrome-Cold Cowboy
• Hank Hill Hitter
• The Trunk-Stuffed Trauma in a double-wide shitter
• White Trash Deity
• Prison Yard Poet
• Certified Creep in the field — and they know it

• .38 Philosopher
• Dip-Spittin’ Oracle
• The Gasoline Gargoyle, real historical
• Twisted Nail Ninja
• Lunatic Lawman
• The Shotgun Sensei ridin’ solo, no callin’

• Bloodstained Banjo
• Scabbed-Knuckle Savior
• The Ritalin Ripper with a jaw for behavior
• Lunatic Legion
• Thugtown Reverend
• And if I’m comin’ — that’s your last sunset, brethren...

Call me:
The 1% Prophet
The Certified Demon
The White Devil Warden
The Fuck-You Freeman
The Cross-Totin' Killer
The Porchlight Punisher
The Ashtray Alchemist
The Wrathful Southerner

And still...
They scream one name when the smoke clears:

COUNTRY. FUCKIN’. LUNATIC.