yo yo chosen runnin his mouf
didnt say much
but wit out a doubt
dis nigga st8t up wack
he needs a smack back 2 his hometown smokin crack
hes a junky we all kno
he got no doe
wit no money 2 sho
steelin shyt
feelin shyt
dealin shyt dis all that nigga kno
so 4 now back ya wack ass up
move aside n let the real niggas let that shyt out
Learn how to rhyme before you decide to spit out a line/
Spittin' devine while your lyrics are just missin' in time/
Rippin' the "battlequeen" for battlin' me, It's sadness to see/
Death strike a bitch thats spits and couldn't rattle a creek/
Try again mamita, I lyrically recede ya'/
Now you can see the, reason my rhymes always reach the/
Status that slams bitches into the canvas, lyrical madness/
Rippin' you faggots that try to get back at the man, your shit is tragic/
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yo im da battle queen yall juss cant see how i beat ya so bad u run 2 yo mama cryin like a bitch sayin madd shit but dont front now we 2 deep in da game but watch yo back nigga this bitch aint dont spittin muh shit so sit down n take a seat buckle in n watch ya feet cuz dis mamasita is back on da grind ive rymed so many times idno wut 2 say nomore
juss u wack ass bitcheez need 2 go practice yo shit
cuz u spit da wierdest shyt
come on now
chosen u can do more
how bout tap dance or singin in a band
this shit is ova for u lil boy
go back 2 yo mama n wyn
cuz im da downest chick u'll eva meet
but when u on muh bad side i dont wanna b in ur feet
i respect u girl fo layin out cha heart
to bad u a fat girl who likes to fart
u dont have any talent wat so mother fuckin ever
u just a girl from the burbs who thinks shes clever
try writin poetry an see were u get
or have a baby and start milkin ya tit
yo wut u tryin 2 be da next fifty u seem a lil shifty but back the fuck up cuz yo ass is wack 50 got shot n u sit around smokin pot cuz u 2 weak 2 handle shit 2 weak 2 get off yo ass n start a cliq juss rememba dis next time u spit a ryme rememba 2 add me in da first line
cuz im da best
i must confess
so fuck wit me.......... damn man ide hate 2 b ur family
You actually made a punchline sayin' that someone farts?/
You just a amatuer, I'll massacre rappers, slayin their hearts/
I ban you from rhymes for spittin out with that weak punch/
I tell this bitch to close it, and he won't speak for months/
That shit you posted is wack, you on that old shit/
You used a kindergarten joke as punch, you hopeless/
Don't talk man, I swear I tear your chest and leave it open/
For spittin such a wack line you should get beat and broken/
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yur from paw fuckit im from brooklyn
my backround alone has u all shookin
yur rhymes are like a wild dog there all over,
not to mention who ya mom is.... ooh miss clover
thats right u a leave it to beaver fan
the show got u all confused... so u posin as a man
girl do us a favour and get of this spot..... dont make me send my click to hick ville to make sure u get shot!!
sum foul mouth bitch just got Chosen frozen/
its all good dis motha fucka just possin/
dis foo actin like osama/
guess i'm gonna have to play his game and bomb'm/
i'll put ur smile to a frown, lay u out/
who's laughin now, u turban wearin clown/
act like a mouse mayne, don't make a sound/
cause if i hear one of yo wack ass raps again, u just won't be comin around/ Kaboooom*
yoooo shortysouth u think u can sit therr n talk smack rememba dis i aint yo moma fat n white im tight unlike yo momma on da corner every night wit her short skirt n tight shirt but she fat so damn cover up nasty ass...she smell like u...n of course by now u kno u smell like poo so go take a shower and wipe yo self down cuz u grimier then the chick u fucked downtown..u got herpes we all can see ur nasty blisters all on ya dick
u nasty ass spik get a test done again....n no i dont mean 4 fun...im serious u need 2 get checked for aid's herpes and std's cuz u fuck nethin dat walks down da street...even if it got 4 feet
yea...Ima stop cause ya' punches aren't making any sense. Elevate some more aight. So far lyrical burst was the only one close to me.
Lyrical burst gets lyrically hurt for spittin his verse/
Shit on him first, then shit on his turf, incision with words/
I'm done. Peace out.
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dont hate cuz u live in an apartment
in a growded town
makin ur money bowin down
2 da rich bitch who u work 4
cleanin her house n doin her chores
im surprised u can aford a fuckin door
so get back 2 workin n clean muh shoes
b4 i make u lick da fuckin floor
yo im out wit out a doubt peace
um.... leave... go to RapVerse.com with others like you....
o, leave the title "queen" behind, as well as the mic too...
this is no battle, this is life and death, cradle to the grave...
We ain't had a good female Mc in this ever since Miss Behave...
and matter of fact: we don't need you... you should not have joined this...
like worn out pencils, or your worn out dildos, you here is pointless...
The Way Your Flow-Flip, Camodes-Shit, Give Up, You're Wasted.
The Name's Pasted, Goliath, You Can't Face-It, Space-Kid.
I'll take this vertical kid, give him vertigo...
lay him horizontal, dead from the lyrical...
every single one of your words was a joke...
you only spit one bar and thought it was dope! ( it wasn't )
i'll decimate your ideas with a single stone...
i'm not David but i'll still be standing at the end of this battle poem...
Like a fatherless generation ya lyrics become confused with no direction,
How dare you step to me with out your crew and no protection,
Leave chest in the spot where ya back soppose to be,
Diggin in your pockets take ya rapps, ya Stones(crack rocks) ya weed,
Double borrow buzzuka keep's mcee backed up off of me.
I know it's fantastic to see how i rapp it,
Provoked Images reach ya arm up here for the mic again and I'll snap it,
Break it off, beat you across ya head with it,
You need to leave this rap game alone and stick to ya academics,
With an ax I'm rippin ya intestines out,
Cleaning I'm like chitlins and stuffin in ya fuck in mouth,
Hog tie you with one of my lines and throw you on the couch, extract ya spine,
And crush it with my feet useing all kinds of unsusal tourter techniques,
Like letting acid leak from out of a hyperdermic needle onto your chest from a 100 feet,
I speak curses, surgically inplant a bomb on your heart on an off beat it burstes,
Praise the lord when I see all ya love disbursin...
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