I don't know about being the rawest of pussies

when I have balls this deep in

skull's anal region

and when I pull em out

they is danglin

inches from the neighbors face

and she live three stories down below us

but I can spit like a champion 

and mop like a ho

shine the floor like mr clean

and cut men down to little boys

I don't have to shove these rhymes down your throat

to be slayin' it

you'll just know by the way your heartbeat

is feeling a little bit faded. 

I might be a whore 

and I might be a cunt 

I might be the biggest bitch ya'll ever seen,

but a pussy I'm not for sure-

however if I ever was 

I'm sure you would be licking it 

because you're a down on your knees

kind of little prick. 

and I don't need any applause or cheer 

I'm already holding the snicker points up 

for when you took it in the rear. 

and I don't need a bunch of likes 

or what have you 

because I've got the prose bitches

backing up my punches

with kicking and screaming

laughing hysterical. 

that's right when we chicks come out to battle

we win,

we throw down with the best of them 

we've got the skills you guys drool over

go home and take out your iPhone just to read some more-

like a porn magazine 

you're reaching into your pants 

to score. 

we come in stereo 

with our pussies pressed against 

the polyester pants your wearing

and we are grinding you down 

into dust 

ashes to ashes 

because we killed you

in this scenario. 

Why are we fighting

I donʼt understand

But letʼs get this straight

If you step on my land

I sit on the porch

With a gun in my hand

I donʼt need curse words

To make you feel threatened

My big blue tick hound

Is enough of a weapon

He'll rip you wide open

And no one will step in

But if you feel we must

Have a battle of wits

As you throw out insults

And continue to persist

Come take a seat and

prepare for the hits

Day after day I read

All your dribbles

You drool on your paper

And all the dumb scribbles

That you think would insult

What are you simple

You rhyme like preschool

Bats rats and your fats

But this girl is grown and

Ready for combat

So you better shut up

And cut the chit chat

Because when I blow

I donʼt think you can handle

The fierceness that I bring

I'll burn you like candles

Slow so your wit withers

In pain as you scramble

To think of anything

That would make a way

For you to distract me

And run away

But you asked for this

And trust when I say

If you step to me

And dish it out

You better know

That you canʼt pout

When I win by

Verbal knockout

You guys can surely see

That we girls are hard to beat

You think we all just hoes

But not the girls of Prose

We are...

  Intelligent

   Significant

    Magnificent

Prolificent

  Not arrogant

   We represent

     No discontent

We circumvent

  Some dement

   We all consent

     In our ascent

We wont relent

  So don't resent

   And don't lament

     If we prevent

Your bad intent

Sure we agree

   Brought to your knee

We dont need

   No referee

You can plea

   But I decree

No gaurantee

   That you'll go free.

That wraps it up

So, yo, wassup?

Well hello there, Harry

You're looking quite harried

You should be wary

you're about to be buried

Hereʼs the Situation

By my estimation

Harryʼs battle invitation

Was sent with adoration

For my written creations

I write with innovation,

Fascination and dedication

You write with hesitation

Your writes need fumigation

I'll write your motivation

My words are validation

Your words are stagnation

I'll write the illustration

Heed my domination

My words are titillation

Perfect visualization

Earned the admiration

Iʼm the manifestation

of your inspiration

Life sized animation

I find gratification

when I write temptation

Show appreciation

For my illumination

I hear your invocation

Call on my divination

Your indoctrination

Is my stimulation

My infiltration

is your jubilation

Harry likes to think heʼs scary -

He brings no competition

His battle skills are weaksauce -

He has no style or conviction

“The devil is my stepdad”-

Elementary age fiction

BadBabyʼs the O.G

He is walking retribution

The Gravelyʼs are a joke

They're a cheesy substitution

If they all met in real life

It would be a quick devolution

BadBaby versus the Gravely's

Means a Gravely execution

Except Little Regan and Rosemary

Turned out to prostitution

So in conclusion

With no collusion

Shattered your delusion

As my contribution

Brings your dissolution

Covered in contusions

You rhymes breed pollution

Profusion of your confusion

My rhymes breed evolution

The diffusion of occlusion

The infusion of illusion

My rhymes are revolution

You're pretty brave @Lish

Goin' at me the way you did

You really think you got this?

HA!

The last thing you'll do is win

No, I don't want your crown

I mean

Maybe I would

If you actually had one

But you're too old

While I'm over here

Still  young

I had detention?

HAHA

I broke out of there

Cuz I'm badass

As you forgot to mention

Sure,

My lance is little

But I'm better with a dagger

While your sword is too brittle

Girl,

If you think I'll lose

You belong in a mental hospital

(Oooh, sizzle)

Sorry,

Did I hurt your feelings a little?

You think you hurt me

You don't

What's that sound?

I think your old person cane broke

Or is that just the sound

Of your pride breaking

Oh, I can already see

You reading this....

Trembling...

Shaking

Bedtime?

Mine?

No, I'm up 'til two

What about you?

I hear tiredness comes with age

Looks like you're at that stage

So you might as well stop now

Just let me win

Before your brain rots

To the point where you forget your login