Backwoods anthem

(Verse 1) Down in the holler where the dust kicks high, Moonshine flowin', under that southern sky. Pickup trucks rumblin', tires in the mud, Hillboythrilla, spittin' fire like it's wood. (Chorus) Backwoods anthem, we don't play it soft, Southern roots deep, ain't nothin' gonna be lost. Country rap rhythm, beats in the heat, Hillboythrilla, takin' it to the street. (Verse 2) Bass thumpin', like a shotgun blast, Ridin' shotgun, memories from the past. Blue-collar pride, calloused hands grippin' steel, Workin' hard, grindin' for that dollar bill. (Chorus) Backwoods anthem, we don't play it soft, Southern roots deep, ain't nothin' gonna be lost. Country rap rhythm, beats in the heat, Hillboythrilla, takin' it to the street. (Bridge) Red clay roads, where the story unfolds, Whiskey sippin', as the tale gets told. Guitar strummin', echoes in the pines, Hillboythrilla, where the sun always shines. (Verse 3) Raised on grits, sweet tea in the jar, Southern soul, burnin' like a shootin' star. Struggles and triumphs, painted on the skin, Hillboythrilla, let the journey begin. (Chorus) Backwoods anthem, we don't play it soft, Southern roots deep, ain't nothin' gonna be lost. Country rap rhythm, beats in the heat, Hillboythrilla, takin' it to the street. (Outro) Hillboythrilla, the southern rap king, In the heart of Dixie, where the banjos sing. Hard-hittin' tales, in the moonlit glow, Southern country rap, never lettin' go.