Freshy Kanal - Queen of Hearts vs. Wicked Witch of the West (feat. Michaela Laws, Cami-Cat) lyrics

I am not amused, nor am I
Entertained, if I want a broom
I'll fetch the maid
To sweep up this wizard of oozing the
Moment they forecast a spell of rain
I've been reigning non-stop
You're a coward who waited with monkeys
On top of a tower so now you've a stench
Like some jabberwocky droppings
How about you be a doll and
Go pop in a shower?
Your hatter is madder than usual
That whole traffic cone cap you
Don't suit at all you can't value your head
You're so damn executable
Even came dressed for your funeral
Now, here's thе hottest tea you
Could fill a teapot with
Wеnt from modesty to the Scary Poppins
You're the one broad who can
Stand next to Harry


Osborn and look lots more like a Green Goblin

You've dealt a bad hand
With those atrocious rhymes, so hit me!
Man, I'm wicked, but your tyranny's
Not going to fly, my pretty
This time the witch will do the
Burning in a rap battle, i flame non-stop
With the fire to make you
Crispy when I snap, cackle, and then pop off
Alice should give you the bottle instead
You need a shrink since you're
Off with your head like a rose I can paint
Your whole body in red
But they ain't got an axe that
Could chop through your neck
Step to my pentagram, with a pen in hand
Cue the temper tantrum - you're a petty brat
It's so funny your country is named so apt
I'm wondering if your punches will ever land
Don't you come for my monkey huntsman when
You're undercut by a munchkin husband
Who frees citizens from your dusty dungeon
He's tweedle dinky: you're the
Tweedle dumb one
I'm surprised that crown even fit's at all
You looked less round on my crystal ball
Shut that pie hole amidst this brawl
Before somebody might trip and fall

I get the crowd loud when I'm picked
As a spitter, bring the house down
You'll get squished like your sister
Finish foul-mouthing, freak frivolous fibber
Or have it gouged out
Like it is a tongue twister
Who is the most inconsistently written
Whack villain in fiction
I think it's the fraud with the slippers
Is that fake wizard your dad or a fling
That you kissed then? You freudian slipper!
Don't toy with me, bitch! I got
A kingdom: I run unopposed
Your soldiers rejoiced when you split
It wasn't a secret they hated you
Doesn't take much to go under that nose
You look like an ugly Fiona, except
You've been stuck as the ogre
Just make a potion
And it might've been fine in 1939
But in today's climate
You're still aquaphobic?
NO NO NO! That's not how I wanted it! Throw
Those roses and plant me some poppy seeds
'Cuz I'd rather nod off to sleep
You may only defy gravity, nOT THE QUEEN!
How wicked, it's your bitter end
There's no fake out, after this your dead
Let us sing songs, while
She's ripped to shreds
Off with - ding dong - THE WITCH'S HEAD!

There's no lady as lazy as
Bridget is, if you could
You would probably make the flamingo spit
Going through hoops
And you're still never winning
This, and you aren't getting past me
I'm no Wicket witch
Governed by hearsay, your man
Should abort ship, don't hear what he says:
It's kangaroo courtship
"My pretty" is simply too generous
You are my
Hideous-blob-on-the-brink-of-divorcing
How bizarre, with a thousand of lousy guards
All I'd lose is a round of hearts
No twister to rip her grounds apart
I can huff and puff to
Down your house of cards
You and that menace Toto act the same
You both then became a damn basket case
Though you lack any bite
You explode with rage and only can
Choke on that cone of shame
So let them eat tarts or
That head will loosen
From french pastries to french revolution
You entered a threat but then left a doofus
You're destined to fail in execution