Cousin Cooter Chronicles

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[Verse 1]
Cooter in the barn, moonshine on the shelf,
Chicken coop’s chaos, feathers all for himself,
Elbow drop the rooster, suplex the hen,
Masked up, backyard champ, do it again.

Mud pit matches, boots caked in grime,
Cornbread referee callin’ out the time,
Hog-tied dreams, wrasslin’ with fate,
Cooter’s got a chicken, y’all, and it’s irate.

[Chorus]
Chicken huntin’, wrasslin’, cluckin’ through the night,
Cooter in the corner, hit the rooster with a right,
Feathers in the wind, bell rings, let’s begin,
Cooter’s world is chaos, but he’s always gonna win.

[Verse 2]
Granny’s in the stands, spittin’ dip, yellin’ loud,
Cooter on the ropes, flexin’ for the crowd,
Chickens in a frenzy, feathers fly like snow,
Barnyard battleground, this ain’t no rodeo.

Turkey leg trophies, belt made of twine,
King of the coop, every feather is mine,
Wrasslin’ with the rooster, winner takes all,
Cooter’s backyard mania, hear the chickens bawl.

[Bridge]
Chicken feet tap dance, Cooter does the jig,
Hog-callin’ anthem, barn’s doin’ it big,
Cluckin’ and hollerin’, bell dings again,
Cooter’s got a mission: take down the pen.