I miss the South

I never thought I'd say it, but I miss the South. Especially after a friend sent me this video, in which a young lady in Atlanta spits some Soulja Girl rhymes and threatens to kill an elderly woman.

Stuff like this happens in New York, no doubt, but it just has a delectable, deep-fried, smack-your-lips flava below the Mason-Dixon. Too bad the video doesn't have subtitles. She speaks a dialect known as Imbecile, which I haven't studied since high school.

The first minute is great, then it drags a little, but stick around for the ending. Well worth it. I was even able to decipher her rant at the end: "Somebody gimme my hair so I can go! Somebody gimme my hair so I can go! Somebody gimme my hair so I can go! Did anybody see my hair? I'm pressin' charges! I'm pressin' charges! I'm pressin' charges! I'm pressin' charges! I'm pressin' charges! Where my do-rag at?"