[Verse 1]
Step up, my tongue sharper than a guillotine,
Words cut deep, make your ego lean.
You talking big game, but it’s all routine,
A paper king folding in the spotlight's gleam.
[Verse 2]
Yo, your breath smell foul, man, talk to the hand,
Claim you a boss, but you ain't got a plan.
I’m building empires, you just building sand,
Your life’s a sitcom, canned laughs on demand.
[Chorus]
Fuck yo life, bing bong, hear the siren song,
Two kings clashing, one right, one wrong.
Heavy bass thump, it’s a war of words strong,
Step in the ring, but you won’t last long.
[Verse 3]
Yo, your comebacks weak, they limp and they stagger,
I’m a sharp blade, you a dull, old dagger.
My words hit harder than a drunken prizefighter,
You light work, homie, I’m the all-nighter.
[Bridge]
Bing bong, you a joke, just a meme in the making,
I’m the earthquake, leave your whole world shaking.
You steady faking, I’m the truth overtaking,
This verbal warfare got your pride forsaking.
[Verse 4]
I’m a chef in the kitchen, serving lyrical flames,
You a fry cook flipping burgers, just playing games.
You the pawn on the board, I’m changing the frame,
When it’s checkmate, homie, remember my name.