SMOL

  • Id:

    fc60658dc12bef367f25194551795988ce919a206bc99a30c49662b0d3a3ba96
    safe

  • Prompt:

    Dirty farm boys vs skinning finance bros

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    Dirty Farm Boys vs Skinning Finance Bros

  • Description:

    The image depicts two men standing on a dirt road, each holding a gun. They appear to be in a tense situation, possibly a shootout or a confrontation. The environment is a mix of grass and dirt, giving the impression of a rural or wild setting. The men seem to be the main focus of the scene, with the guns they are holding drawing attention to their presence and the potential danger they represent.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Dirty Farm Boys vs Skinning Finance Bros
Tags: Country, Southern Rock, Western

Verse 1:

Out on the dirt road where the wind don’t blow, 
Two men are standin', ready to go. 
One's in boots and a faded shirt, 
The other's in a suit, and his collar’s hurt.

Pre-Chorus:

The city slicker’s got his briefcase tight, 
While the farm boy's hands are gripped on his rifle, right? 
It’s a showdown that no one could’ve guessed, 
Dirty farm boys versus the finance mess.

Chorus:

It’s the dirty farm boys, with a steely stare, 
Facing off with those who think they’re rare. 
Skinning finance bros, they’re about to see, 
What happens when money don’t mean a thing to me.

Verse 2:

One’s got land, one’s got stock, 
The other’s got cash but can’t walk the walk. 
They trade some words but no one's backing down, 
This is the kind of fight that’ll burn a town.

Pre-Chorus:

The city slicker’s eyes are cold as steel, 
While the farm boy grins, his aim is real. 
They might come from different worlds, that’s clear, 
But out here, there’s only one thing to fear.

Chorus:

It’s the dirty farm boys, with a steely stare, 
Facing off with those who think they’re rare. 
Skinning finance bros, they’re about to see, 
What happens when money don’t mean a thing to me.

Bridge:

In the dust and the heat, who’ll win this fight? 
Is it the banker’s cash or the farmer’s might? 
Guns are drawn, the moment’s here, 
The sound of justice ringing in the air.

Chorus:

It’s the dirty farm boys, with a steely stare, 
Facing off with those who think they’re rare. 
Skinning finance bros, they’re about to see, 
What happens when money don’t mean a thing to me.

Outro:

The sun sets low on the battlefield, 
One man’s standing, the other’s kneeled. 
In the dust, it’s clear to see, 
A dirty farm boy’s all you’ll ever need.