[Intro - Distorted sarcastic sounding announcer voice] Ladies and gentlemen, Attention please, clear the aisle, make way, Y’all got comfy while I stayed away. Relax, I’m back to ruin your day. Yeah, cue the drums, cue the noise, Hide your pets and hide your toys. You gotta hear this loudmouth voice. [Verse 1] I’m back with that flippity‑floppity, jittery‑mockery Mockin’ these rappers who copy me sloppily You step to me? Bro, that’s a comedy lottery Bro, you couldn’t out‑rap a dial‑up modem in poverty Backpack bars, clap back, yap‑yap, yakety‑yak I’m bendin’ reality like a gymnast havin’ a panic attack While you’re practicin’ TikTok dances in your granny’s flat I’m practicin’ hazardous verbal gymnastics’ — verbal acrobatics stunts that’ll snap your back They chat shit like I’m a danger — cool, let ’em chatter I morph like a Power Ranger mid‑life crisis disaster Suit glitchin’, helmet twitchin’, sparks flyin’ faster Lookin’ like a Comic‑Con reject they couldn’t plaster You stroll in lookin’ like a melted candle dictator Hair flappin’ like a frightened bird caught in an escalator lookin’ like an alien spy on a lunch break Blink twice if your human suit’s startin’ to suffocate [Hook] You don’t really wanna step into a pissing match I twist words till your whole damn vision snaps You make elevator music — I make ascension tracks I rise, you drop — that’s physics, facts Stand back — 'Chica chicka' — business resumed, I’m the boom‑boom‑boom that shakes the room. Sound that siren, crank that roar — This whole damn place wants more, more, more. [Verse 2] I’m the satire surgeon, slicing egos with precision You’re the rapper equivalent of a Windows error Your bars hit softer than a kitten in a head‑on collision I spit so vivid your nightmares ask for supervision I’m the verbal acrobat, back‑to‑back, snappin’ that You’re the type to choke on air and call it a panic attack I’m laughin’ at half the trash you’re braggin’ at This flippity floppity-hippity hip-hop — I'm The brat with a grin and a bag of “fuck‑you” bucks. tan lookin’ like they bathed in radioactive Tango lookin’ like they buffering in 4K at an odd angle flexin’ like a Lego man built with the wrong manual I clown ’em so hard even AI says “that’s not factual” [Hook] You don’t really wanna step into a pissing match I twist words till your whole damn vision snaps You make elevator music — I make ascension tracks I rise, you drop — that’s physics, facts Stand back — 'Chica chicka' — business resumed, I’m the boom‑boom‑boom that shakes the room. Sound that siren, crank that roar — This whole damn place wants more, more, more. [Verse 3] I’m the walking lawsuit, PR threat, The “oh god, not him” boogeyman. I talk too slick, I spit too fast — I’m the kick in the teeth your genre asked. You’re bargain‑bin bars with a markdown sticker I’m sharper than Stark tech wired to a trigger I’m quicker than Quicksilver scrollin’ through Twitter You’re bitter — I get it. [Chorus‑Style Break] I make elevatin’ music — you make elevator music I innovate the blueprint — you imitate and lose it You hate it when it’s braided, faded, graded, rated Say it ain’t real hip‑hop? Cool — I stay celebrated [Hook] You don’t really wanna step into a pissing match I twist words till your whole damn vision snaps You make elevator music — I make ascension tracks I rise, you drop — that’s physics, facts Stand back — 'Chica chicka' — business resumed, I’m the boom‑boom‑boom that shakes the room. Sound that siren, crank that roar — This whole damn place wants more, more, more. [Outro - Distorted sarcastic sounding announcer voice] So, keep my name out your damn mouth Like Will Smith, I’mma 'bout ta slap da shit outta you, I’m the the roaster, the boaster, the smoker, the bounce I’m the one they warned you ’bout — now watch me announce I’m back.
