Ur Dead

(Verse 1)

Yo, Samrat, why you always so loud?

Acting like a king, but lost in the crowd.

Fat and lazy, with snacks in your hand,

Messing with the vibe, we can’t understand.

(Chorus)

Messi’s the GOAT, Ronaldo’s your claim,

But your annoying self is the real shame.

Disturbing the peace, breaking the flow,

Samrat, my guy, you gotta let go.

(Verse 2)

You’re a chatterbox, man, never sit still,

Always in the way, bending the drill.

Snacks in your pocket, crumbs on the chair,

Take a step back, let us breathe some air.

(Bridge)

You’re the chaos, the storm, the endless sound,

Always jumping, stomping around.

Ronaldo this, but Messi’s the king,

Meanwhile, you’re here just ruining things.

(Outro)

Samrat, listen, it’s time you decide,

Fix your vibe or get deep-fried.

Messi’s finesse, you’re out of your league,

Chill out, bro, and spare us fatigue!