A Random Rhyme 14

Got alota beef everywhere I go
Everywhere I go a hoe wanna be startin' somethin' call me Michael Jackson 'cause I'd tell em to beat it and if they don't they'd get hit like I was Rocky Balboa,
No I ain't got a attitude problem I just got a problem witcha.
Fuck with me I'll shove my foot so far up in ya you'll be crying for ya mama and ya daddy,
begging for mercy from me.
Bitches with the shady attitude be on me 24/7 while talkin' all that bullshit about me claiming I'm easy when they don't even know where their baby daddy is,
Bitch if you don't keep my name outta ya mouth I'll rip ya lips off and slap them back on upside down.
They say if you ain't got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothing well maybe I should staple my mouth shut for the list of bullshit I'd like to complain about you.
Better yet fuck any bitch who wants me to stop speaking my mind; I'd rather be the moodiest bitch, I'd rather be pistol whipped and get hit by a two inched dick, I'd rather be the one everyone just can't stand and be an outcast than be the one bitch that got fake ass motha fuckers kissing my ass on a daily.

Hatin' on me should be criminal,
Hatin' on me should be disrespectful,
Hatin' on me should be illegal,
Hatin' on me should be unbelievable.

Tryin' me is ignorant, belligerent, irrelevant;
Ain't the smartest shit you should do.
Fuck with me because you ain't got nothing better to do but go home to your fucked up life and come back and boast that you living the lavish lifestyle.
I'll call you Pinocchio 'cause you lie more than he does,
I'll call you a hoe 'cause you ain't got no class like one
I'll call you master 'cause you wanna treat me like I'm supposed to bow down like a slave, but I'll make you my bitch like the one you act like.
You just mad 'cause you can't rock the mic like me, can't dance like me, don't have game as cold as mine.
You just mad 'cause I got yo man dialing my line every night beggin' me for a rub.
Bitch, take it easy I ain't the one to steal
They just come and don't wanna leave like stray cats.
Now you can't call me fast and easy, I'm just an average lady that gotta get hers like any another. So who are you to try and tell me what to do like Salt N Peppa said it's none of ya business, it's not up for broadcast or up for discussion, leave it in discretion 'cause what I do ain't up for you to know.
Wanna be mad at me 'cause I speak the truth when you know damn well you just envy me 'cause you can't do the same,
You aim to please and be the brown noser while I give the middle finger and tell you how I really feel.
Bitch I'm real, you're synthetic.
I'm original, you're a motha fucking copy cat
I'm the boss, you the employee now get to work bitch.