If Peter Piper pecked ‘em, I bet you Biggie bust ‘em he probably tried to fuck ‘em, I told ‘em not to trust ‘em Lyrically, I dust ‘em off like pledge, hit hard like sledge hammers bitch with that platinum grammar, I am a diamond cluster hustler: QUEEN BITCH, SUPREME BITCH, KILL A NIGGA FOR MY NIGGA BY ANY MEANS BITCH, MURDER SCENE BITCH, CLEAN BITCH, DISEASE-FREE BITCH, check it .. I write a rhyme melt in ya mouth like M&M’s, roll with the MAFIA. Remember them? tell ‘em when when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle, kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure ya cheddar would be better? Beretta inside of beretta, nobody do it better, bet I wet you like hurricanes and typhoons got buffoons eatin’ my pussy while I watch cartoons, sleep til noon, rap Pam Grier’s here baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear, Frank kill niggas’ lives for 1.5. While you struggle and strive, we pick which benz to drive. The MAFIA, you wanna be ‘em, most of y’all niggas can’t eat without per diem. I’m rich, I’m a stay THAT BITCH!
Moral of the story: If this is not the HARDEST verse by a female hip-hop artist, then I honestly don’t know what is.