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