Tractor Man's Rural Rhymes

Yo, boots in the dirt, hat low on my dome,

cruisin' through the fields like it's my rural home. Got corn on my left,

soybeans on my right, Tractor so loud neighbors think it's fight night.

GPS locked, road straight as a ruler, Farm life's hard but my rhymes

stay cooler. I'm ridin' dirty, nah ridin' muddy, Crop dust clouds make the sky

look bloody, City folks laugh but they don't understand, I'm the king

of the field with a mic in my hand. Hay bales stack like beats in

a track, Cow lookin' at me like "Yo, spit that rap!" Got diesel in