[Verse 1]
Mic Maverick, you slither, a snake in the grass,
Truth dodgin’, got lies stacked in a stash.
Claim you the king, but your throne made of foam,
A rat in the sewers, ain't no crown in your home.
[Chorus]
Rat scurry, scurry, can't hide from the light,
Every lie you spit crumbles under the fight.
Mic Maverick, nah, just a mic mirage,
Fake as the filters on your digital collage.
[Verse 2]
You a clown, painted face, a circus routine,
Tryna flex, but your script's like a bad magazine.
Frontin' in the spotlight, but we see through the act,
Your whole persona flimsy, like a house made of cracks.
[Bridge]
Tick-tock, Maverick, your time runnin’ out,
Every word you utter drips doubt from your mouth.
This ain't chess, no moves left to play,
Caught you red-handed, now you can't run away.
[Verse 3]
Keyboard warrior, typin’ tough, but you weak,
Hide behind the screen, man, your truth's antique.
You a ghost, Casper, no presence in the streets,
A hollow shell of lies, can’t even stand the heat.
[Chorus]
Rat scurry, scurry, can't hide from the light,
Every lie you spit crumbles under the fight.
Mic Maverick, nah, just a mic mirage,
Fake as the filters on your digital collage.