

Prompt / Lyrics
🎵 “Broken Down Bovines” (By the Square Cow Crew) [Verse 1] Well it’s 6 AM and we’re ready to roll, Got a four-man crew and a truck with no soul, The tires bald, the brakes are shot, And the AC’s hotter than a boiling pot. Joe’s yellin’, “Kurt, this ain’t safe!” But Kurt’s got coffee and a smirk on his face. “Just jiggle the gear, and slam the hood, She’ll run like crap, but she’ll run good!” [Chorus] 🎵 These Square Cow trucks are fallin’ apart, Leakin’ oil and breakin’ hearts. We’re stranded again on the side of the road, With a dresser, a piano, and no damn tow. Every move’s a gamble, every shift’s a fight, We’re haulin’ dreams in trucks that ain’t right. And while Kurt’s in the office, clickin’ his pen, We’re prayin’ this heap starts up again. 🎵 ⸻ [Verse 2] Conner’s in the back with a busted jack, Tryna lift a safe with a goddamn crack. Brandon’s got the ramp, but it won’t unfold, And Dillon’s swearing at the truck in bold. We called dispatch — no one came, Just got blamed like we’re insane. Fernando said, “Just hit the clutch,” But the clutch don’t work — we’re screwed as such. ⸻ [Chorus] 🎵 These Square Cow trucks are held with tape, Half a mirror and a license plate. One backfire and the hood might fly, And Paul’s out front just beggin’ to die. We’re doin’ our best with a bucket of junk, Tryna look pro in a deathtrap hunk. While Kurt’s in the office, scratchin’ his chin, We’re hotwired just to get jobs in. 🎵 ⸻ [Bridge] Dillon broke his wrist last week, Slipped off the lift ’cause the floorboard creaked. Brandon dodged a fender flame, We’re one loose bolt from a lawsuit claim. Kurt just laughs, “That’s how it goes,” From his desk where the AC blows. “Y’all are tough, y’all make it work!” We’re tough, all right — but you’re a jerk. ⸻ [Verse 3] Now we’re on the freeway, crawlin’ slow, Gettin’ passed by grannies and a freakin’ crow. The U-Haul dudes be honkin’ wild, And we’re breakin’ down like a motherless child. Smokin’ engine, dashboard lit, Dillon says, “This truck’s full of sh—” Joe kicks the tire, Paul lights a smoke, And Brandon just laughs like it’s all a joke. ⸻ [Final Chorus] 🎵 These Square Cow trucks got no damn pride, We’re rollin’ shame down I-45. With duct tape dreams and hopes in gear, And the sound of doom in the rearview mirror. If the brakes don’t fail, the axles might, We’re chasin’ jobs in a truck that’s light— On safety, power, and common sense… While Kurt signs off on the next expense. 🎵
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rap
4:00
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7/10/2025