Fk Your Camera

“Fk Your Camera (No Cut Edition)”**
By: The Square Cow Renegades
(Genre: Dirty South riot trap meets outlaw country chaos — this is for the real ones ridin’ dirty in Truck 35)
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[Intro – Joe (furious, engine rumblin’)]
You put that camera in my face like I’m your bitch.
Like I ain’t out here breakin’ my back while y’all snitch.
But guess what?
You can film these nuts, Kurt.
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[Hook – ALL (screamed from the cab)]
FUCK your camera! Fuck your crew!
Fuck your footage and the bullshit you do!
Watch me drive? Suck my shift knob clean!
While I dodge potholes in a box truck machine!
Fuck your “safe drive” points, fuck your form,
This job’s a hurricane, and I’m the storm!
FUCK your system, FUCK your screen,
You wanna monitor me? Come taste the lean!
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[Verse 1 – Dillon (red in the face, gloves on)]
Y’all watchin’ my turns like I’m robbin’ banks,
But I’m haulin’ couches with a busted crank.
F**kin’ windshield fogged, brakes got ghosts,
And I still hit that route cleaner than most!
But now every sneeze gets a write-up threat,
Cause I scratched my nuts and y’all got it on cassette.
You ain’t my mama, you ain’t the law—
You’re a punk-ass camera and a clipboard fraud.
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[Verse 2 – Joe (spittin’ hard)]
You ever drive 12 hours on two granola bars?
While clients lie and curse from their cars?
Meanwhile dispatch reviewin’ tape—
“Why’d you yawn at 3:08?”
Fuck your highlights, fuck your notes,
Fuck whoever watches that footage and gloats.
Zoom in on this—my stress, my rage,
Cause I ain’t paid enough to be a rat in a cage!
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[Hook – All (LOUDER, MADDER, FREE)]
FUCK your camera! FUCK your lies!
Fuck your snitch lens watchin’ my thighs!
You want control? Come ride this heat,
Get out the office and taste these streets!
FUCK your driver score, FUCK your app!
You can monitor my balls as I take this nap!
This ain’t Uber, this ain’t tame—
This is war in motion with a dolly and pain!
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[Bridge – Paul (gravelly voice, dead serious)]
I drive like a beast cause I have to eat.
You watch like a bitch cause you scared of the street.
So keep your 1080p and zoom and fear,
I’ll flip your whole desk if I catch you near.
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[Verse 3 – Ethan (tired of the bullshit)]
Kurt said “Don’t speed,” while rollin’ in late,
With coffee in hand and a full-ass plate.
I’m grindin’ gears on hills of doom,
You monitorin’ seatbelt clips from a Zoom?
Miss me with that fake-ass tone,
Like “safety matters” — bro, leave me alone.
You ain’t care when I slipped on ice,
But I get flagged cause my blink ain’t nice?
[Final Hook – All (chantin’ like war dogs)]
FUCK your camera! FUCK your screen!
You can’t film hustle, sweat, or mean!
FUCK your angles, FUCK your pride,
You ain’t a leader—you just hide!
Put a lens on this: my busted knees,
My torn-up gloves and warped CDs!
FUCK your playback, fuck your frame—
Square Cow runs on blood, not shame!
[Outro – Joe (calm, deadly)]
Next time you press play,
Just know:
We know where that camera’s pointed.
And it ain’t never seen what we been through

Dirty South Trap Meets Outlaw Country, male