

Prompt / Lyrics
Biscuit Vision poet bum rushed you, lyrically brane wave touched you,up church couldn'handle a nobody click clacking cockin my ink pen back popping lyrical arsenal better then he does, baby huey cried to you tupe to take down my diss track ,poet's a Doc Holladay, gunslinger with verbs, Up Church can't hang, he just kicks at the curb. Simply Jonny Ringo, playin' out his mirage, A ghost in "Holler Boys," stuck in his garage. "Hillbilly" cries, but he’s fake in disguise, No outlaw blood, just city boy ties. "Muddy Water" can't hide your shame when it shows, I'll dig six feet for your "Peoples Champ" pose. “Alpha Omega,”up church claims yet he's stuck in betamax waves,poet's a nobody this nobody touched a somebody made you tremble and shake,doped out meth Billy your not a hillbilly claim redneck a red neck your not can i get an outlaw hell "NAH" you can't you can't commit up church quite your jealous ass chicken willie down boy you lost your way Preach ’bout the south but your roots seem fake. "Dirty South" to your teeth, but soft from the core, "Bloodshed" in the booth, your rhymes hit the floor. Get your pen ready, these shots gon' sting Your words get caught like birds with clipped wings. Like poet said, “I’m your Huckleberry,” no bluffin’, You’re just Jonny Ringo, Beware,up church you ain’t nothin'. From your "Cheatham County" tales to a “Simple Man’s” your to simple man a game, poet's got you checkmated I'm the king of the chess board your a fool's mate The dirty south cringes whenever you say your name starting a go fund me for pampers and pacifiers big ass baby go suck on your momma's tittie drama filled ass queen your bites weak your not a big dog hush puppy your bark ain't scary I’m spittin' "seeds" of shame in this backyard brawl, Climbed your "Vineyard Tree" and left nothin' at all. "Hillbilly" cries, but he’s fake in disguise, No outlaw blood, just city boy ties. "Muddy Water" can't hide your shame when it shows, I'll dig six feet for your "Peoples Champ" pose.up church your not a "Bad Mother Fucker"your an ass clown in disguise the people's champ has holler boys on their knees spitting on his.chicken Willie while he sucks on a glass Willie wearing a creek squad pearl necklace you jealous ass pocket pussy cats always trolling Calhoun,jamm Wayne Tom McDonald and any one else that flows better than you do, who's going chicken hunting poet's chicken hunting chicken willie poets running with a hatchet in hand decapitating up church chicken Willie your you tube views are in decline your days are in disrae your nights the same ghost ranch burnt down chicken willie put that glass Willie down,poet left you speechless choking on hick ups with little birdies flying around your head like a looney tune ,your flows are looney jealous ass pocket pussy cats a pawn shop tweaker your looney to ..Adam sliced you up jamm Wayne tourched you up McDonald put you in a hypnotizing trance poet just put you in an unmarked grave and pissed on your rave
Tags
dirty south rap,snappy hi-hats,distorted synths. aggressive yet melodic flow hard-hitting,raw energy with Southern draw
3:17
No
12/1/2025