[Intro]
People said it couldn't be done
They said we was crazy
The Lacs
Dirt Rock
We gonna take them back down
One more time

[Chorus 1: Rooster]
(All the way down south)
Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay
(All the way down south)
Got me goin' way down, way down, way down
(All the way down south)
Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay
(All the way down south)
Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

[Verse 1: Uncle Snap]
I'm ridin' around in my Pinto
I push it like a PEZ though
I'm ridin' out and I'm raising hell
And I'm showin' out for my kinfolk
Ballin' on a budget
Country life I love it
Poor white trash from way in the back
Don't knock it 'til you does it
Raised on crawfish and chitlins too
Don't tell me what you finnin' to do
Won't take a lot to get rid of you
You don't know what you're gettin' into
My boys here and they down
Way out from the edge of town
With hog knifes gettin' hog tied
And I bet you won't be found
My three legged dog gonna check that scent
Fold you up like where you've been
Chain gang shit like way back when
Make you come back and pay that rent
I practice what I preach about
All that shit you read about
I live and do and I'm livin' proof
And that's just what I be about
[Chorus: Rooster]
(All the way down south)
Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay
(All the way down south)
Got me goin' way down, way down, way down
(All the way down south)
Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay
(All the way down south)
Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

[Verse 2: Rooster]
Now ride to the creek, whole in a cup
Tackle worm tree, try my luck
Set my hook deep and reset
Zebco reel, keep it redneck
Just a little jib when I shot that shotgun
Ran to the house like "Mamma I got one"
Nottin' but a buttin' buck in a rut
Rack don't grow doe don't
What the hell you doin' drinkin' all the money
When the money is comin' the fans go from me
Well you know better that's how you was raised
Seem like we young but taught the old ways
Pickin' the bone you gotta say it to their face
Boy come from behind that Facebook page
Control alt delete wait
Is it just me or do all these boys seem fake
Hell take a little time when you write down rhymes
Hell have a little pride not just freestyle
When the fans get tired and hit rewind
See why, ain't no sales, boys done decline
Keep in mind you gotta stick to your roots
Any wayL Rooster that just won't do
Too damn cold in the north, weary out west
Peachy in the east, but I do believe that
[Chorus: Rooster]
(All the way down south)
Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay
(All the way down south)
Got me goin' way down, way down, way down
(All the way down south)
Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay
(All the way down south)
Got me goin' way down, way down, way down
(All the way down south)