Yo I'm from the South of the mountain, 570 line.

Catch my ancestors underground in the coal mines.

Never heard of Skook bot? Well I'm about to change that, church on every block, Russian Orthodox the same pact.

And if you're a native everybody knows your name and payday celebratin' cause we made it to that paycheck.

Camel and Sunflowers we ain't need nada bling-bling, packin' Copenhagen and chuggin' all of the Yuengling.

Catch us up in Shendo' home of Mrs. T's bro, 4-6-2 that's the number of illegals.

Anthracite weed, yo! Get it in the Fall, even city slickers dead like they was the Schuykill mall.

Late night trips take the truck up to grade for the taste of some fluff, Unlce Tony's Lunch made.

Child, we got our own Subway and Walmart, smile to them haters like Mahmod in Martz Hall!

Hey, catch me slurpin' on this milshake, that I got from Heisler's, go there on a Sunday and we chillin' with the bikers.

Represent my roots man, outta Deer Lake, son, ran out of booze so we steal from Kegs N' Kases

Cities full of biddies and you know we got some fake ones, sluts in Pottsville and grenades down in Haven.

Go to Tuscarora we call that a vacation, probably got this fake chain from the Salvation Army.

Eating out at Pemos, I got a hot waitress with a dream, catch her tattoos, small waist, fake tits.

And Hail Mary to Nativity's virgins, their lady's always lifting up their skirts during sermons.

Man it's Friday night, no idea where I might go; I could kill some time, take a drive out to Pine Grove.

This counts as Oldies, Amelia's and BGs where your iPhone probably won't get 3G

We ain't never need a Target, we got the dirt market, breaking state records you could call me Zach Barket

Two feet of snow? Cool, so we got no school, but you gotta get up and go work at Bill's Produce.

If we start chugging you ain't never gonna stop us, shoutout to the kids selling drugs in Tamaqua.

Take your girl to prom, fuck her in a Silverado, cause you ain't gettin' pussy if you driving in a Honda.

Say what's up to Martz Hall, still sippin' Lager, Thanksgiving dinner and we eatin' the Kielbasa

And I'm up in Mahanoy, it's smelling like zoo shit. Who needs pools cause we're swimming in the chew spit.

All the cool kids always kickin it at Dunkin' shouts to Nick Schlitzer, son I'm gettin' buckets.

T102 bout' to call RC up and request my tunes from Pottsville Pizzeria.

1925 NFL Champions, Spa 61 if you're trying to get that happy end.

Nobody did it bigger than Mattty did, cause I just told a story and we ain't even on a camping trip.

Posted up at Roma cause I'm feelin' some Italian, know we hold it down just a bunch of Coal Cracker Kids!