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(Intro)
Saint Lunatic in this bitch, baptized in bourbon and blood
Meth smoke in my lungs, dirt on my boots —
Come walk through hell with me, fam
(Verse 1)
I'm the trailer park saint, got a .30—06 and a blunt full of pain
Got baptized in a storm drain, piss drunk, talkin' to the rain
Mama cried, said I'd die young — she was right, now I'm cursed in the brain
Got an angel on meth and a devil on X, both screamin' my name
Dodge sittin' high with the rust on chrome
Pipes loud like shots, whole block know I'm home
Feds hit the spot, but the dope been gone
Caught me slippin' once, now the rat's jawbone in my lawn
(Hook)
I ain't holy, bitch, I'm rotten
Got a cross made of copper and a past that's forgotten
Put my sins in the barrel, cock it back, then I shot 'em
If I ever make peace, it'll be in a coffin
(I'm the—)
TRAILER PARK SAINT, crucified in the trap
Preachin' pain to the junkies while I'm weighin' up packs
TRAILER PARK SAINT, in a Dodge no plates
With a sawed—off pump and a fucked—up fate
(Verse 2)
Y'all pray for light, I pray for shade
I've seen too much in them police raids
I done buried friends with no damn names
And poured up lean on they redneck graves
Face on the news like I'm wanted by Christ
Meth lab lit like a Christmas light
Gold grill shine when I talk my spite
Still cook dope like a Southern rite
Black bandana, snakeskin boots
Two felonies deep, I ain't got shit to lose
County calls from my kin locked up
Every time I sin, they tighten them cuffs
(Hook)
I ain't holy, bitch, I'm rotten
Got a cross made of copper and a past that's forgotten
Put my sins in the barrel, cock it back, then I shot 'em
If I ever make peace, it'll be in a coffin
(I'm the—)
TRAILER PARK SAINT, crucified in the trap
Preachin' pain to the junkies while I'm weighin' up packs
TRAILER PARK SAINT, in a Dodge no plates
With a sawed—off pump and a fucked—up fate
(Outro)
So if I die tonight, just tell the block I tried
Preachin' pain like scripture, high as hell when I ride
From the gutters to the grave, I walk that line
The white trash prophet in his final prime