Born in the hills of the
Dirty South,
I built up my own name
by word o' mouth,
with Sweat,
with Tears,
With buckets of Blood;
I roll down
off the Mountain
with the force of a flood.
I Explode on the mic
spit rhymes that shatter;
like a shotgun blast
I cause you to scatter;
I come apart like Dynamite,
no need to explain it;
Y'all can't fight it,
just hope to contain it.
Certified Tennesseean,
Rockin' Orange and White,
With a Tongue like silver,
Heart black as Night.
I represent the
Volunteer State,
Bristol down to
Memphis;
so shut it up and
back it off,
cause homeboy,
you can't touch this.
the rhymes are flowin'
out my mouth;
they're smooth like
bourbon whiskey;
I drop the beat,
then drop the mic,
and the ladies all
get frisky.
They're corn-fed,
Southern-bred,
and sweet as
Cotton Candy;
When they see
my battle-scars,
they know I ain't
a dandy.
Certified
Devil Dog
and Dirty South
to the Core;
Got everything in
the World,
but I still
want More.
Author notes
Volunteer State, born and bred.
A contest entry
- New! Truly Original Poetry Wanted :) by Oleander.
540 points, ended December 6, 2008, 47 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Corn-fed and Yankee bred here... but this made me grin
Nice job
Daizee
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Nice....Im from tha durrrty southhhhh too son, except i rep that blue and white. Kentuckkkyyyy! But this was definatly an original poem I liked it.
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This is great! It's originality that I am really going for, and you truly set the standard.
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