Yo, it’s been a minute since I had to dust off the mic
But the stench of your bullshit reached the stratosphere, right?
Think you slick, copycat, parroting my style?
Like a broken record stuck in the bargain bin aisle
You’re a cheap imitation, a dollar store brand,
Trying to flex your weak bars, holding sand in your hand
I’m a lyrical hurricane, tearing through the landscape
While you’re a gentle breeze, barely a wind scrape
You call that flow? That’s a leaky faucet drip!
My verses are a mountain, yours a tiny little pip
You’re basic, you’re bland, you’re the definition of lame
And your fifteen minutes of fame is a forgotten name
Reply All! To every single clown that’s talking smack
You think you’re untouchable? I’m bringing the hammer back
Spitting fire, burning bridges, leaving you in the ash
You can try to compete, but you ain’t cut for this clash
Reply All! To the internet trolls and the haters too
You’re fuel for the fire, feeding the beast in me, it’s true
So step right up, little puppets, play your tragic role
But remember who the king is, who’s in control.
Heard you bragging 'bout your views, that fake online clout
Like you’re some kind of genius, with nothing to shout about
Your lyrics are shallow, your personality thin
You’re a walking stereotype, a recycled bin!
Remember that song you stole? That’s right, you thought we forgot?
You’re a lyrical bandit, picking pockets in the lot.
And that girl you’re dating? Yeah, she called me last night
Said she prefers real artists, under the moonlight.
You ain’t original, you’re derivative at best
A carbon copy of someone, put to the ultimate test
And you failed miserably, in every single way
So step back, shut your mouth, and don’t have a thing to say.
