Cousin Cooter Chronicles

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[Verse]
Cousin Cooter got a mullet sharp enough to slice bread,
Wranglin’ chickens while his boots stay red,
Moonshine sipper, mud pit flipper,
Got a belt buckle big as a dinner plate zipper.

He wrestles raccoons, tag team with the possums,
Backyard brawlin’, no rules, just blossom,
Elbows flyin’, sweat slick like Crisco,
Body slams sound like a shotgun disco.

[Chorus]
Chicken huntin', feathers flyin' in the breeze,
Cooter in the coop yellin’ “Who wants beef?”
Rusty truck rumbles, spittin’ out grease,
Juggalo jungle, chaos don’t cease!

[Verse 2]
Granny’s shotgun hangs by the barn door,
Cooter’s got a ladder match with a wild boar,
Slingshot slingin’, cans off the fence,
Every step he takes smells like consequence.

Facepaint smudged, sweat mixed with dirt,
Overalls ripped, but he don’t need no shirt,
Tag team with a chicken, suplex the goat,
Every farmyard battle ends with a throat quote.

[Bridge]
Cooter’s anthem, stompin’ through the muck,
A wrestling ring made of duct tape and luck,
Jug of shine fuels his fiery soul,
In the squared circle, he’s in control.