Apalachee Don - Swamp Thang (with Jewel Rose)

For booking contact Lanie Hancock @ (435) 790-8930 @laniehancock2374 Written and Produced by Apalachee Don @ Tin Can Studios Mixed and Mastered and Co-Produced by Blake Allman @ Carefree Media Filmed and directed by @ELEKTROHORSETV Co-Directed by Apalachee Don I’m real country call me the swamp thang. Cause I bang in the mud where the boogey man hang. Shit get gritty when I’m gripping the grain Dropping bombs with these bars when I’m speaking my slang. Can’t hang with the thang? Stay in ya own lane. Putting fire on that ass like a meteor rain. Big dawg raw bite when I loosen the chain. Heavy metal on the petal. I be bringin' the pain. Back back 2 steps. I’m bad for ya health. Like asthma in them lungs i be attackin' ya breath. Black talons with the tongue Shredding holes through ya vest. Like a Rip from the bong, I explode in your chest Took a break from the pen. Now I’m at it again Get the copper heating up. Pour the corn mash in. Hit the thump keg walk take a slug to the chin Pull the mason jars out and fill em up to the rim. Hook It’s a whole lot going on down here in the swamps. Them murky waters run deep through my veins. I was built on sweat and blood. Taught to get it out the mud. Outlaw shit until my dying days Verse 2 I get with it boy. When it’s Time to get it done. Everybody outlaw til that outlaw come. Ain’t no flexin with the gift. I’m one of the smokin guns. I just keep to myself like one of them holy nuns. I’m a product of the Son. Saved by the holy one. You thought that I was done. Son I barely begun Chillax and roll one. Then roll me another one. Stuff me a couple bowls and smoke me a good blunt BBQ grills and moonshine stills. Got the peanuts boiling. Chawin Gnawin on some pork skins. I ain’t the bad guy. But sometime ya gotta ride Stay trudgin through the trenches like a 4 wheel drive. I really do this music cause it helps my people through shit. Ones they said would never mount to squat or ever do shit. Ones in the hoods woods and them trailer parks. Still rumblin though the jungle in them junked out cars. Hook It’s a whole lot going on down here in the swamp lands Them murky waters run deep through my veins. I was built on sweat and blood. Taught get it out the mud. Outlaw shit until my dying days. Bridge If I don’t wake up in the morning tell my woman remain strong. Ya won’t hear them kinda songs on the radio the way ya use to do. Tell my kids spread my ashes along the banks of the Apalachee. I wanna be where I’m set free when this outlaws gone. When this outlaws gone. Hook It’s a whole lot going on down here in the swamp land Them murky waters run deep through my veins. I was built on sweat and blood. Always get it out the mud. Outlaw shit until my dying days.