[Verse 1]
Redneck b**tch tryin’ to church up my upstate,
Holler Boy anthem can’t handle my checkmate.
Creek don’t run deep; it’s just a shallow stream,
Biscuit Vision sharp, slashing your muddy dream.
[Chorus]
Dirty South king, chest moves with precision,
Creek Squad shattered by a poet’s biscuit vision.
Mud-to-gold? Nah, boy, more like fool’s dust,
Chessboard captured—watch your crew combust.
[Verse 2]
Rollin’ through the Holler; no Ghost in my sight,
People’s Champ crumbled, pawn sacrificed tonight.
Alpha Omega, but you stuck in beta waves,
I’m all Smokin’ Section, fire burnin’ through your plays.
[Bridge]
Do-si-do with disaster, crickets for your Rhymes,
They say Real Country, but your talk shows decline.
Holler Boy lament, can’t rap your way up,
Biscuit’s on the throne—better just give up.
[Verse 3]
Hiawassee bars whiter than your moonshine,
Country boy’s fallin’ while the creeks incline.
Bottle and Mary Jane can’t save your flow;
It’s a chessboard, Upchurch, now you know.
[Chorus]
Dirty South king, chest moves with precision,
Creek Squad shattered by a poet’s biscuit vision.
Mud-to-gold? Nah, boy, more like fool’s dust,
Chessboard captured—watch your crew combust.