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ThatGuyBanx
Bad Seed
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Country
Bad Seed was released on February 21, 2026 by THATGUYBANX as a part of the album Back for More
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AlbumBack for More
Release DateFebruary 21, 2026
LabelTHATGUYBANX
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

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LYRICS

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Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ThatGuyBanx
ThatGuyBanx
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Ryan
Nicholas Ryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ThatGuyBanx
ThatGuyBanx
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro – Low Growl]
Yeah... every damn family’s got one.
The black sheep, the wild card... the bad seed.
That’s me.
[Verse 1]
They said I’d end up dead or doin’ time in state green,
But I’m still out here smokin’ pine and smokin’ outlaw green.
Ain’t no preacher ever fixed what whiskey baptized,
Mama cried, said “Boy, you got them devil eyes.”
Daddy gave up tryin’ to tame my kind,
I was wrenchin’ on trucks while they was signin’ dotted lines.
Got grease on my knuckles, chrome on my soul,
Ain’t no halo on this head, just bullet holes.
They talk behind my back like I don’t got ears,
But them same kinfolk still drink my beers.
I’m the whisper at the dinner table nobody names,
The scar on the bloodline that won’t fade with age.
While they was wearin’ polos, I was raisin’ hell,
Breakin’ curfews, breakin’ laws, breakin’ out that shell.
Told me I was nothin’, said I’d fall and fail —
But every outlaw got roots deep in rebel trail.
[Hook – Country Twang & Bass Drop]
I’m that bad seed, born wild, never tamed,
Outlaw blood pumpin’ gasoline through my veins.
Family talk down, but I still proceed,
Ain’t no shame in this name — I’m the BAD SEED.
[Verse 2]
They tried to prune me down, but I grew crooked and strong,
Ain’t built for church pews, I’m built for rightin’ wrongs.
I’m the reason they whisper “Lord have mercy,”
While I’m shotgunnin’ Bush Light and laughin’ dirty.
Never begged for peace, I just earned my scars,
Never kissed no ring, I just built my cars.
Got torque in my talk, horsepower in my walk,
Banjo strings snap when I spit that chalk.
I’m the cousin they don’t claim when the cops ask names,
But I’m the one they call when shit hits flames.
Got a switchblade smile and a mouth like sin,
They try to lock me out, I kick back in.
No filter, no fear, I’m that born mistake,
The kind you warn your daughter not to date.
Raised in the holler with a temper like lead,
I don’t talk much — I let these raps shred.
[Bridge – Spoken Over Beat]
They said, “He’s trouble.”
Damn right.
But I’m also the one fixin’ your truck at midnight.
The one haulin’ wood when your soft hands freeze.
The one y’all gossip about — on your damn knees.
[Verse 3]
They say I got demons, hell, I call ’em friends,
They ride shotgun while I chase loose ends.
Ain’t no choir gonna sing my name in light,
But them backroads echo when I roll at night.
I’m that .45 loaded in a glovebox prayer,
The dirt road ghost that still don’t care.
I’m freedom with a limp, rebellion with scars,
Ain’t never had guidance — just burnin’ cigars.
I been judged by blood, betrayed by kin,
They forgot I’m the one that don’t cave in.
You can’t shame the shameless, can’t tame the lawless,
I’m that voice that said “fuck it” and meant it flawless.
Family reunion? I don’t get the invite,
But my name still buzzin’ when the gossip ignites.
Yeah, they claim I fell off — nah, I flew free,
Got my boots in the mud, not a leash on me.
[Hook – Gritty Country Soul]
I’m that bad seed, born wild, never tamed,
Outlaw blood pumpin’ gasoline through my veins.
Family talk down, but I still proceed,
Ain’t no shame in this name — I’m the BAD SEED.
[Verse 4 – Final Blow]
I’m the talk of the porch, the sin of the prayer,
The one they point at sayin’ “Don’t go there.”
But I’m still that kid with a wrench and a lighter,
Makin’ fire from fumes, turnin’ broke into fighter.
I was raised on static, survived off rage,
No silver spoon — just a crescent gauge.
Every scar on my hand is a family tree knot,
Proof that roots get rough when the soil’s hot.
So when they toast to “success,” I raise mine too,
Sayin’, “Here’s to the few who stayed true.”
Ain’t no fake smile or Sunday mask,
Just a black sheep grin and a whiskey flask.
I’ll die the same way I came: untamed and raw,
Middle finger lifted, outlaw to the core.
They said I’d break — guess what, I breed,
’Cause God don’t make mistakes — He makes bad seeds.
Written by: Nicholas Ryan

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