Flame Thrower

Spit molten, I’m a dragon, they a box of matches

Flammable egos, I’m striking, leaving ashes

Talk big, but they softer than a mattress

Claim king, crown fake, plastic as they lashes

I’m the butcher, chopping beef, filet the chatter

They numbers inflated, bubblegum rapper

Front row flex, but their wallet’s in the back row

I’m a live grenade, they a dud with no ammo

Flame thrower, roasting ‘em slow

Melt the ice on their neck, let it flow

Talk loud, but they don’t want smoke

Step up, get cooked, that’s the show

Words sharper than a ginsu, cut through their pride

They a two-door Pinto, I’m a jet when I glide

Talk cheap, their value’s clearance aisle vibes

Spitting counterfeit bars, I’m the one verified

Front like they deep, but they kiddie pool shallow

Swagger borrowed, drip faker than a shadow

I’m Picasso with the mic, painting vivid battles

They a kid with crayons, can’t handle the rattle

Chirp, chirp, all that noise, just static

I’m volcanic, erupting, they panic

Crumble their crew like cookies, organic

On this throne solo, no room for the antics