cat vs hare (Remastered)

[Verse 1 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I'm the March Hare, queen of the mic attack Fast-paced and furious, my rhymes are on the stack I'm a poppy princess, with a flow that's quick and slick I'll chop you up with syllables, and leave you in a linguistic trick And my rhymes are like a mad tea party, where the words never stick [Verse 2 - Sensual Woman (Cheshire Cat)] Ah, Hare, you may have speed, but I have the finesse My rhymes are a velvet vice, that will gently caress I'm a word mistress, with a flow that's smooth as silk I'll wrap you in a web of words, and make your rhymes grow still My language is a looking-glass, where reflections reveal the thrill [Verse 3 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I'm a linguistic lunatic, with a lexicon that's lit My rhymes are a firehose, that will blast you with a hit I'm a master of meter, with a mouth that's a motor mouth I'll speed through syllables, and leave you in a cloud of doubt And my rhymes are like a rabbit hole, where the meaning drops out [Verse 4 - Sensual Woman (Cheshire Cat)] You may have the fury, Hare, but I have the guile My rhymes are a surgical strike, that will make you smile I'm a queen of the underworld, with a flow that's dark and deep I'll take you on a journey, through the twists and turns of my sleep My language is a maze of mirrors, where the truth is hard to keep [Verse 5 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I'm a verbal vortex, with a vocabulary that's vast My rhymes are a tornado, that will blow you away so fast I'm a siren of syllables, with a song that's a serpentine sway I'll slither through sentences, and leave you in a linguistic disarray And my rhymes are like a deck of cards, where the meaning is shuffled and played [Verse 6 - Sensual Woman (Cheshire Cat)] I'm the queen of this twisted game, with a flow that's oh so sweet My rhymes are a... a... uh, damn it, let me restart this beat I'm the one who's got the skills, the talent, and the flair I'll take you down with my words, and leave you...( fuck! ) {drops mic} [Verse 7 - Crazy Woman (March Hare)] I'm the queen of the game, fast as a furious freight train Leaving you overthrown, with a web of syllables that's insane I'm a linguistic lunatic, with a lexicon that's limitless and vast I'm lusting after your lips, your looks, your lethal little sway, Cat, at last I'm hooked on your hips, your hustle, your hypnotic little gaze I'm a slave to your smile, your style, your sophisticated little ways I won the battle, but I'm still feeling the heat, on my knees, can't you see?