**Verse 1** You walk in loud like you own the room, But every clever thought meets an early doom. Big talk, big ego, tiny little clue, Even Google gave up trying to explain you. You’ve got main-character confidence, background-role sense, Every word you say is a crime against suspense. You think you’re mysterious, cool and elite, Mate, even your shadow wants a different street. **Chorus** Two brain cells fighting for third place, All that attitude with nothing to embrace. Your comeback’s buffering, stuck at one percent, Nobody knows what your last sentence meant. You’re a human pop-up nobody can close, All noise, no signal—that’s just how it goes. You came for the crown, but here’s the disgrace: Two brain cells fighting for third place. **Verse 2** You’re about as scary as a soggy sock, Got the timing of a broken alarm clock. Your train of thought got cancelled today, No passengers aboard, so they took it away. I’d explain things slowly, maybe draw you a chart, But crayons deserve better—that’s straight from the heart. You’ve got Wi-Fi personality: weak and delayed, One little challenge and the whole thing fades. **Chorus** Two brain cells fighting for third place, All that attitude with nothing to embrace. Your comeback’s buffering, stuck at one percent, Nobody knows what your last sentence meant. You’re a human pop-up nobody can close, All noise, no signal—that’s just how it goes. You came for the crown, but here’s the disgrace: Two brain cells fighting for third place. **Bridge — Rap** Oi, step back, your roast game’s expired, Your last good comeback has officially retired. You brought smoke, but forgot the flame, Lost an argument before I learned your name. Confidence massive, intelligence pending, Every conversation needs an emergency ending. You tried throwing shade, but missed by a mile, Even your insults need a tutorial file. **Final Chorus** Two brain cells fighting for third place, Pure confusion written over your face. Your ego went first class, your logic missed the flight, You’ll argue all day and still not get it right. So polish that attitude, straighten that crown, Just remember who verbally shut it all down. You wanted a battle—well, welcome to base: **Two brain cells fighting for third place!**
