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:: Thursday, February 27, 2003 ::

miss nadia you better watch out
cuz pete's rhymes are ill,
us stellar ladies are learnin very well
that the boys got skills!

he's been readin those books
and creatin wicked rhymes,
before we know it,
our shit won't be worth a dime!

so i contend that we set up a battle,
show them shit like a mirage,
our lyrics will be so profound
they'll want to get the hell out of dodge!

so newcomers,
oldcomers,
i challenge you
to contstrue
a flow of words
more absurd
than the previous,
you're a little devious
to challenge me
the queen
of the ill writting
mad rhyming,
compostion
competition,
this shit makes you smitten
and it was not previously written
cuz when i flow,
i go,
and you'll know
that this show
is a duel
but you'll
be made the fool
just like the joker,
singed with a hot poker.
so contact me,
i'll challenge thee,
and you'll see
when the battle is over
you'll only think you're sober
but you'll feel hungover
from me stickin a fork
in the pork
of your bum
cuz your done,
in the midst of defeat,
you'll feel beat
like a piece of meat
unable to believe
what you've seen
you wont know how,
but you will bow
down to me
for i am undeniably
the queen,
you will try to speak
but your voice is weak,
amazed by my genious
you'll realize your attempt was henious
and i will walk
while the clock
will tick tock,
"word" is what i'll say
and thats all you'll remember from that day.

touché!
stellar lady:: Anonymous 8:43 PM [+] ::
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