Lyrics

Verse 1
Kinte’s poison choked my cotton to death,
Cattle bled out, he stole my last breath.
Smashed my harvester, cursed my kin’s name,
A festerin’ maggot, born to eat shame.
I spat on his soul—swine, leech, rotten sow,
Chained him to the oak where the demons bow.
Whip tore his hide, I grinned at his cries,
His blood fed the dirt ‘neath these burnin’ skies.
Chorus
Oh, I flayed his heart on Alabama rot,
Each lash I carved, that filth got what he bought.
Kinte’s screams called the devils to feast,
I’m hell’s own king, and this land’s my beast.
Crew’s bones’ll break, they’ll choke on my hate,
Kinte’s corpse laughs, damned at hell’s gate.
Verse 2
Six lashes split him, bones gleamed in the rain,
His wails went mute, just a gurgle of pain.
Named him a plague, a pox, a shit-stained knave,
His blood’s my crown, his grave’s my rave.
Clara’s eyes bled, Nate pissed his boots,
Crew watched their doom, I’ll string ‘em like roots.
Oak puked black bile, sap like Lucifer’s grin,
Farm’s demons howled, and I joined their sin.
Chorus
Oh, I flayed his heart on Alabama rot,
Each lash I carved, that filth got what he bought.
Kinte’s screams called the devils to feast,
I’m hell’s own king, and this land’s my beast.
Crew’s bones’ll break, they’ll choke on my hate,
Kinte’s corpse laughs, damned at hell’s gate.
Bridge
Lightning splits graves, fields vomit up skulls,
Slaves’ chains rattle, their screams fill my hull.
Wrench drips his blood, notepad’s my black vow,
Kinte’s eyes melt, but they curse me now.
Daddy’s whip sang, cracked a man to his doom,
I’m his spawn, born in this hellfire’s womb.
I’d flay him eternal, let his soul fry in flame,
This farm’s my pyre, and hate’s my name.
Verse 3
Crew’s rats in the dark, scurryin’ to die,
Clara’s throat’s mine, Nate’s skull’ll fly.
Lila’s blade dreams, I’ll gut her in glee,
Jeb and Sarah’s bones’ll kneel to me.
Shadows rip flesh, with claws like my whip,
Kinte’s ghost shrieks, but I’ll crush his lip.
Mud drinks my soul, my laugh shakes the storm,
I’m Alabama’s devil, forever reborn.
Chorus
Oh, I flayed his heart on Alabama rot,
Each lash I carved, that filth got what he bought.
Kinte’s screams called the devils to feast,
I’m hell’s own king, and this land’s my beast.
Crew’s bones’ll break, they’ll choke on my hate,
Kinte’s corpse laughs, damned at hell’s gate.
Outro
Thunder’s my blade, sirens my prey,
Farm’s curse is me, I’ll burn all who stray.
Kinte’s blood roars in this Alabama hell,
Uncle Massa’s Satan, and I rule this spell