Talk of the town

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.