Mirisa? Yep That Kind A Girl

From mud to make up, yes that’s me

My truck’s jacked high, mud tires at my knees

I love the smell of dirt, I crave the smell of grease

My hair is in a wad, and my snapback has a crease

The chain upon my wallet, hangs around my loop

I love the smell of leather, and I’d take my truck over any ole coup

My four-wheel drive is da bomb ya know

Get’s me where I wanna go

Don't tell me not ta mud around

I’ll roll coal on ya, big smoke hands down

Ima redneck barbie, sexy and slim

I can bait my own hook, and reel them bad boys in

I can work that popper, and gut its innards

Jam in my truck, and cruise listenin ta Skynyrd

I can play my bass or juju on that beat

I can collab and spit rhymes or drop ta mu feet

Don’t count me out, I can sport that Cover Girl red

Or get my Stihl chainsaw and gas from my shed

My mascara may run but that's okay

Rain just started, it’s time ta play

I can sport a camo gown with my glitter boots I’ll be wearin

Walk a runway all exotic and make the cowboys start carin

I have brains, and can talk very smart

But get me riled, and my speech falls apart

I’ll protect my family, yes I own a gun

Come on my property and I’ll count just ta one

My family I love more than mud or grime

We stick together during all our hard times

I love to write and can rhyme like my momma

Have no time for stuck-ups or selfish prima donna’s

A chameleon I am whether tractors or guns

Whether formal or normal I always have fun

I can find my dipstick and check the air in my swampers

Pump my own gas and mingle with the pompers

One thing I must write before I close

God gave me a gift for writin redneck prose

My time here is done and the point I must say

Give a Rebel yell and God bless this USA

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Dedicated to my beautiful, awesome, talented and amazing daughter Abbi, would not have her any other way!!!!!!! I love  you to the moon and back again.

Mirisa- a beautiful blue-eyed girl that loves trucks, muddin