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POF rap battle: PureRican vs. Fresh Princess Part IV

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ThePureRican

Arabia, please, I’ve just been exhausted/
I see I’ve gotten to you so bad that you’ve completely lost it/
Back to tex’, call me Rex, a Fine Tyrannosaurus/
Lil’ Arabia thinks she’s the sh*t using a Rhyme Thesaurus/
Lo siento holmgirl, I’m getting Cash, so torching you, I’m passed it/
Saw your updated vacation pic’, hard work like myself? No, Visa’s plastic/
You’re such a “rap talent” with all these words, yeah UH-OH, all kinds/
You’re this, you’re that, yet girl rhymes n’ FORGETS LINES/
F*ck princess, f*ck “Prophetess”, you’ll never amount to anything to prophet/
Anyone that knows Hip-Hop would say f*ck Arab, I’m wit’ the Tropics/
This ish is getting silly, now gettin’ me heated and you know it/
You’re chemically imbalanced if your head tells you you’re a poet!/
Now that you unleashed the real lyricist, watch his word play/
Was only trying not to offend you Arabia, the day after your birthday/
But hey, battling you, f*uck it, no better way to end my work day/
But this is nothing anyways, RELAX, tomorrow’s only Thursday/
I have all weekend, this is a sleepy rhyme, you should be embarrassed/
Half-dazed and still froze you more than your Eiffel Tower pic’ up in Paris/
I’m A Rap God, I educate, if you need rhymes, call me, The Missionary/
Two options, choose me or waste another night with your rhyme dictionary.
philoso_phish

10/7/2015 9:58:51 PM
You know you searching my words in Webster’s dictionary
I articulately sodomized you, Mr. Missionary
This battle has been quite legendary
But I murdered it, await the obituary
My lines are like blankets giving you dysentery
Throwback to your Tainos cemetery
Say a prayer, enroll in a seminary
Because to me, you’ll always be secondary.
philoso_phish

10/7/2015 10:17:52 PM
Aww, you my saw my new pic? That’s cute, you stalkin’
Now roll your tongue back in your mouth; stop gawkin
You coveted my turtle shirt, want the pink stockings too?
They’re pretty, and effeminate, perfectly suitable for you
Froze me? Hell no. I’m the ice queen
It’s alright, you’re hurt, fragile self esteem
Come cuddle up, I’ll give you a hug
Then toss your body in one them holes you dug
philoso_phish

10/8/2015 9:15:12 AM
Here you go, you’re welcome, verse three
You exhausted, you tired, can’t keep up with me
Word play? More like child’s play, infant stage
Playtime is over, back to your cage
I’ll put you on time out for your transgressing
Your flow, choice of words, chronically depressing
Prescribe you a dose of Prozac, Zoloft, or Effexor
Level the playing field in this POF war
Adjust the serotonin levels up in your brain
Regardless of pills, the fact will remain
You’re delusional, crazy, loco, insane
Maybe you need a schizophrenia Rx
You approaching extinction, SeƱor T-rex
Perhaps the answer is a lobotomy
Clean out your head, clear out the debris
Back to cognition, recognition the greatest is me
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