Battle Cry

Yeah you know it, I'm gonna call this rhyme my battle cry,

Just think of it like a one on one fight with a Lady Samurai.

That's right, I'm not a guy, but I will definitely punch you in the eye.

And make you run to your mama so she can dry your eye, and sing you a lullaby.

Oh me, Oh my. You will be the first one of many to try.

So hear my Battle Cry, Get socked in the eye,

And run home so mama can dry your eye, then sing you a lullaby

I ain't no joke, and that's the realest.

Understand that I will become the illest,

Female Lyricist to ever spit game to a lame brain

Timid little squirt, oh you never told me your name?

I guess I'll just call you Loco, since that must describe

what you were thinking when you tried to challenge my ENTIRE tribe.

Oh yes, you were so damn loco, that when you heard me rhyme,

You collapsed from the spine, and then you lost sense of time,

You couldn't even rhyme, then you started droppin dimes

Your lines were whack, as if you smoke crack.

So stay the hell back, or I might just attack.

Your timid little slimy ass frame. Oh what was your name?

Sorry I forgot, Now drop it like its HOT