[Intro – sugar-rush synths + crunchy hi-hat flutters]
Yeah… he said Skittles?
Cute.
M-N-M stepping in the ring—
Wrap it up, kid.
[Verse 1 — confident, bouncy trap cadence]
Bro said he got Skittles, like that’s s’posed to make me shake,
I’m the one they keep unwrapping when they want that flavor straight.
Candy kingpin in the booth, watch me flip the whole display,
Taste the rainbow all you want—I’m the bite that doesn’t fade.
Pocket full of color storms, but he ain’t built for heavy rain,
Dropping bars so sweet and lethal, call it caramel-coated pain.
He’s a party store dessert; I’m the legend, household name,
When I hit the beat? It melts—guess that’s why they call me flame.
[Pre-Chorus — chanty, infectious, upbeat]
He got Skittles, cool…
But look at who they choose.
When MNM steps through—
The whole store SHAKES, boom-boom.
[Chorus — explosive hyperpop shine]
I got MNM—better bite down tight,
Chocolate center with the shell too bright.
Taste test war? Boy you not that hype,
I snap one beat—your rainbow takes flight.
Crunch, crunch—yeah, the crowd goes wild,
He tried candy beef, but I’m too styled.
M-N-M takeover, stacked and piled—
Kid, step back, you’re a snack for a child.
[Verse 2 — faster, sharper, more playful attacks]
He flexing little circles like it’s something to behold,
I’m the classic coated killer—been the icon since you’re old.
Don’t compare a sugar pebble to a bar dipped in gold,
When I drop, it’s cinematic—credits roll before he folds.
Say he got a rainbow bag?
I got flavor he can’t drag.
I’m the munch with major brag,
He’s the one they lose in bags.
Call the store, I got the tag—
Premium, that luxe swag.
He just fizzles, wave the flag—
This a mismatch candy clash.
[Bridge — glitch-sweet, with spoken ad-libs]
(“Bro I got Skittles!”)
Yeah, cool story, friend.
(“Try ‘em!”)
Nah, I got the real thing.
(“Taste the rainbow—”)
Taste defeat instead.
[Chorus — final, heavier drop]
I got MNM—better bite down tight,
Classic hitmaker, sugar-armored knight.
He got lil’ colors but no real bite,
Drop one bar—lights out, goodnight.
Crowds choose me ‘cause the flavor’s prime,
He tried to flex but he ran outta rhyme.
M-N-M takeover, candytime—
Sorry Skittles boy, this mic is mine.
[Outro — playful crunch FX]
Crunch.
MNM out.
Skittles who?
