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Lyrics
[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.
Details
GeneratedMar 15, 2025
Duration3:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
dirty south rap, rap, nursery, hard-hitting, dirty south
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419ModelAria v4
Prompt
A hard-hitting dirty south rap nursery rhyme dissing Up church and creek squad utilizing up church song titles against him and how biscuit vision poet is the king of the chess board
