[Verse 1 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I’m the March Hare, tickin’ like a broke clock Spit so quick, make the hatter’s head rock Tweedle this, tweedle that, don’t blink, don’t think Got a tea cup full of chaos, and it’s spillin’ in ink I’m a poppy princess, high-strung, no chill Verbal vorpal blade, cut deep, won’t heal I’ll chop you up with syllables, twist up your brain Like a mad tea party—no one leaves sane! [Verse 2 - Sensual Woman (Cheshire Cat)] Ah, Hare, you got speed, but I got the sway My words drip slow, make you beg me to stay Silky like venom, honey on a knife I’ll pull you in easy, rewrite your life Mirror, mirror, tell ‘em what they see— A queen too smooth, too fine, too free [Verse 3 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I’m a frabjous fiend, spit quick like a jabberjaw Tock goes the clock, but I tick ‘til the gears fall off Vroom-vroom, verbal machine Hopped up on riddles, too fast to be seen I’m a master of meter, my tongue is a trigger You talk like a queen, but my tea’s so much bigger Leave you spinning, hat brim twisted Alice ain’t ready, her cat just missed it [Verse 4 - Sensual Woman (Cheshire Cat)] Fast hands, quick tongue—yeah, that’s your thing But my flow’s got a bite, makes a rabbit rethink I purr through the verses, dark and deep Pull you under ‘til you talk in your sleep Ain’t no rush, I set the scene Slow burn, long game—I’m the real Mad Queen [Verse 5 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I’m a double-time demon, got time on a tether Spit so raw, even Humpty can’t put it together Rabbit hole deeper, I dig and I weave And I flick through the patterns too quick to perceive I’m a siren of syllables, syncopate pain Spin it so wicked, it rattles your brain I shuffle the deck, then I stack it again You don’t see the play ‘til the cards say when [Verse 6 - Sensual Woman (Cheshire Cat)] I’m the queen of this—shit, hold up, wait— Nah, scratch that—fuck, let me fix the— Ugh, no, no, no—damn it— (Tosses mic) Whatever, I’m out. [Verse 7 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I’m the queen of the game, fast as a furious freight train (Bet you’d rather tumble down my lane) Leaving you overthrown, with a web of syllables that’s insane (Got you caught in my tea storm—what a shame) I’m a linguistic lunatic, with a lexicon that’s limitless and vast (But all you’re thinking ‘bout is how I shake my sass) I’m lusting after your lips, your looks, your lethal little sway, Cat, at last (Tongue tied, sugar? Just ask) I’m hooked on your hips, your hustle, your hypnotic little gaze (But you’re dizzy from me, lost in the maze) I’m a slave to your smile, your style, your sophisticated little ways (Admit it, I got you—crooked little cat can’t play) I won the battle, but I’m still feeling the heat, on my knees, can’t you see? (Guess we both lost—let’s tangle this tea)