Egg Steak diss track

Yo, it’s time to call out the faux steak, yeah

You think you’re a real cut, but you’re just a fake

Listen up!

Fake sizzle on the grill, but you ain’t got the flame

Sirloin in disguise, man, you know you ain’t the same

Marinated in lies, trying to act so tough

But you’s just a plastic, can’t handle real stuff

You talk big, but you nothing but a copycat

Got no bit of that juice, no flavor—where’s the crack?

Step aside, real meat’s here to take the crown

You’re just a shadow, fake smoky clown

Steak, nah, you ain’t the king, you ain’t the boss

Fake tender, fake flavor—in the trash, you’re lost

Real cuts rise up, true and bold, and awake

While you’re just a phony in your plastic steak

Dry and bland, missing that juicy groove

Pretend to be rare, but you got nothing to prove

Faux sizzle, faux fire, you just a con game

Ain’t got the smoke, ain’t got the fame

You talk big, but you nothing but a copycat

Got no bite, no zest, you’re all front—just a sham

Request a real brisket, let’s make a debate

You’re nothing but a fake-cut, a sell-out plate

Steak, nah, you ain’t the king, you ain’t the boss

Fake tender, fake flavor—in the trash, you’re lost

Real cuts rise up, true and bold, and awake

While you’re just a phony in your plastic steak

Bring the heat, bring the truth, let the real flame ignite

Change that fake, fake steak, step into the light

No more pretending, no more fake game

This is real meat, call out the shame

So next time you try to front, just recall this fact

Real steak’s in command—while you’re just a fake playing act