

Prompt / Lyrics
LD King Genre: Country-Rap Anthem Starring: Dillon, the Long Distance King of Square Cow Moovers ⸻ [Intro – Spoken, epic cowboy voice] They say he don’t unpack a bag, He just tightens the ratchet straps and hits the highway. Name? Dillon. Title? LD King. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Dillon] I’ve been coast to coast, with a dolly in hand, From the swamps of Tampa to that Frisco sand. Richmond called — I answered the bell, Movin’ leather couches straight outta hell. Through the Texas grid, every point on the map, From Lubbock to Tyler — never took a nap. Client said, “It’s just a few things,” (that’s a lie), By the time I wrapped it up, I kissed the sky. ⸻ [Chorus – Crew Chanting] 🎶 LD King, rollin’ deep, Dillon don’t rest, Dillon don’t sleep! From Missouri plains to the Maine snow scene, He’s the baddest cowhand you’ve ever seen! 🎶 🎶 Stack it tight, drive all night, Caffeine-fueled and packin’ light. You want it there fast? He’ll do his thing— All rise now… for the LD King! 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2 – Brandon, in awe] He don’t flinch at a stair or wrap, Three flights up in a thunderclap. Kansas City double stop, one on each side, Missouri in the morning, Kansas by night. Joe said, “You sure you don’t need a break?” He said, “Breaks are for boxes that crack when they shake.” Flat tire? Snow? Tornado gust? Dillon said, “I’ve moved pool tables in worse stuff.” ⸻ [Bridge – Dillon, spoken over guitar riff] Next stop? Portland, Maine. Got my straps, got my playlist, got nothin’ but lanes. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Dillon] Four states in two days, no rest stop seen, Rolled through Baton Rouge with a busted spring. Client said, “Bet you won’t lift that safe,” I said, “Bet I won’t text Kurt ‘I quit’ — you ain’t even half my weight.” Had a flat in Little Rock, changed it in the rain, Ate gas station jerky just to feed my brain. I don’t need no shower, don’t need no praise, Just hand me the clipboard and get out the way. ⸻ [Verse 4 – Jamaican Paul, hyping it up] I seen that man lift a fridge in the snow, With one strap, one boot, and a busted toe. He moved a baby grand up a spiral stair— While I stood back and just whispered a prayer. From El Paso dust to the Carolina pines, He’s rollin’ through state after state, on time. You talkin’ LD? He’s the face on the throne— If you need it moved, he’ll move it alone. ⸻ [Final Chorus – All Crew, proud and rowdy] 🎶 LD King, ridin’ proud, Movin’ that weight for the Square Cow crowd! Through hills, storms, sleet, and rain, He’ll get your sectional to Bangor, Maine! 🎶 🎶 LD King, never fold, Got moving scars and stories told. From sea to sea, that bell will ring— Make way now… for the LD King. 🎶
Tags
Country Rap, male
3:14
No
7/12/2025