Lyrics
[Verse]
Rip through biscuits, ain't no vision in your scope
OG poet with the rhyme, got you hangin' by a rope
Chicken Willie huntin’, but you lost in the woods
King of the Chess Board, checkmate, made it understood
[Verse 2]
Holler from the holler, but your bars sound hollow
Up church got no congregation, just fans that follow
No ghosts riding shotgun, you alone in the night
YouTube views inflated, they vanish in the light
[Chorus]
Think you a boss but really a pawn
Southern king takin’ crowns, your reign is gone
Wrestlin' with words, but now you get tossed
Dethroned from the South, tell ‘em who the real boss
[Bridge]
Hick-Hop hypocrite, tangled in your own lies
Backroading no glory, just dusty skies
Raise them Up churches, but your roots run shallow
Echoes in the mountains, ringin’ weak and fallow
[Verse 3]
Claimin' OG, boy, you better learn respect
Speak in tongues like legends, now witness the effect
No fake flows here, just spittin' pure gold
You a limp biscuit, I roll hard, never fold
[Verse 4]
Ridin' on them Up High roads, but your tank on E
Lyrics Scot-free, cheap shots with no pedigree
Southern drawl? More like a southern flop
This southern king, man, you just another stop
Style
raprawdirty southhard-hittingdirty south rap
Prompt
a raw hype hard-hitting dirty south rap dissing Up church hard utilize up church's titles of his songs against him utilize biscuit vision OG poet being the king of the Chess Board chicken Willie hunt
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419GeneratedFeb 28, 2025
ModelAria v4
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