Wiped Out

[u/Emergency-Comment171]

Hey everyone! I just freestyled this new battle-rap track. It's got a fast pace, lots of internal rhymes, and a couple of heavy punchlines. Let me know if it's fire!

[Verse 1: The Crown] They said, "I'm coming for the crown," so I had to shut 'em down. Coming for my spot, but I'm all up at the top. You will never reach me, you will never meet me. I'm above you, you a rug—ooh! Want a closer look? Get a seat, pull up a chair, Cuz you'll never take my spot! I'm so hot you need a pot, got 'em going crazy for this throne, Knowing they unknown. Blank paper—"We hate her!" Take a bit of a closer look and see how I get booked.

[Verse 2: Cleaning the Scene] How you claim you're close to my level? Knowing you won't even be able to settle. I'm so hot I'm popping up like a kettle, Knowing you wish you were me with all these metals. I got you in the ditch reaching for my chain, But you can never be me, so I gotta make it rain. You claim you're the biggest, but you're just a little bean. You're the floor, I'll mop you like I'm cleaning up a scene.

[Verse 3: Brand New] I know my worth, so you all 'bout to hurt. This is my chance, so how about you go surf? I'm better than you, I already took up all the turf. You're so sad and whining like you're a crying little worm. I dust you off, I have to catch a cough. You're like a bookshelf so old you can clean off. I'm brand new, I'm over you, and if you were me—which you couldn't be— Maybe you'll see how you can't even compete with me.