(Verse 1) Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no drill Step aside, lyrical killer, about to spill The venom, the truth, the rhymes that'll sting Leaving you speechless, while my flow takes wing. You call yourself a rapper? More like a joke, a meme Your rhymes are weaker than a newborn's scream. I'm the lyrical heavyweight, you're the featherweight champ Your career's a dumpster fire, a flickering lamp. Your bars are so weak, they need a wheelchair to flow While mine are so sick, they're causing an overflow.

(Verse 2) Your stage presence? About as exciting as watching paint dry Your fans are dwindling, they're saying their goodbyes. You're stuck in the past, your style is outdated and old While I'm innovating, my story's yet untold. You brag about your skills, but your talent's a sham Your rhymes are so predictable, it's a crying shame. I'm dropping bombs, you're dropping duds, it's a clear disparity You're a lyrical lightweight, a comedic calamity. Your rhymes are so corny, they make farmers blush While mine are so fire, they're causing a furious rush.

(Verse 3) So step aside, pretender, your reign is through My lyrical assault is leaving you black and blue. You're a one-hit wonder, a flash in the pan Your legacy's fading, part of a forgotten plan. I'm the king of the mic, the master of the rhyme Leaving you choking on dust, lost in the grime. Your rhymes are so weak, they're barely audible While mine are so potent, they're incredibly brutal. So bow down, submit, your defeat is complete My lyrical dominance is undeniably sweet. You're a joke, a laughingstock, a lyrical disgrace While I'm the champion, owning this lyrical space.