Open up, it"s biscuit vision, set to wreak collision
OG poet spitting bars, you just a weak rendition biscuit vision creeping, I"m gripping the crown
King of the chess board, your Pawns falling down
You ain"t no simple man, but simple, man
Rhymes flimsier than bubbles in a frying pan
Holler boys ain"t hollering, silence on the track
Ghost Ranch burnt down, ashes can"t come back
Up Church"s latest hit, it"s more dirt than grit
Can I get an outlaw? Naw, you can"t commit
Rolling Stoned? Nah, just stoned and stalling
Gettin" rowdy, yet your whole crew"s falling
Rolling up that hillbilly, but where’s the thrill billy?
Three deep in your feelings, sounding kinda silly
YZ and all those rides are stuck in the mud
Blessing your L, with this lyrical flood
Ctrl Alt Delete, on this Music game feat
Cheatham County with no bars, obsolete
Dirty south like a faucet, them rhymes dripping slow
Cashville stunting? More like crashing the show
Staring at the sun, blind to the shine
Radio Jammed, static, heavy disincline
High Dixieland? Low, miss the mark bro
Hype train left the station, where’d your fans go?your not a bad mother fucker your an ass clown got the whole creek squad bowed down spitting on your dick while you suck on a glass dick wearing a creek squad pearl necklace always trolling Adam Calhoun, jam Wayne,tom McDonald and anyone else that flows better then you do.....you jealous ass pocket pussy pawn shop tweaker get some sleep your knights are in disrae your days the same who"s going chicken hunting chicken willie poets running through you with a hatchet in hand king of the chess board your kingdom in disrae biscuit vision poet has you fools mated decapitated up church your crown I"m taking bow down to the king I"m taking out your creek squad pawns and banging your queen you pawn shop tweaker put down the glass pipe your ghost ranch castle has been set on fire poet slid on you like a bishop game over
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