Bubblegum Drop Battle

Bubblegum gets popped and you next on the list. Stepping up to my mic,

girl, you must be pissed. Every bar you drop,

weak. Every flex, you miss. I'm the storm in the booth,

you just static in the mix. You claim princess of the game, but your crown's

all bent. All that glitter in your vids, but your bars half-spent.

I'm the rent you can't pay. I'm the heat you resent. You bark loud

online, but in person you relent. I'm the cut that you fear.

I'm the truth you avoid. Your whole catalog lightweight, your whole style