Savor The Flavor (Alt Rock Version)

Like how they keep braggin’ they cooked me, but typed it from profiles they hid (go) They be swearin’ they “ended the battle,” then beggin’ for seconds like please, just one more hit, let me in I never be lookin’ for beef, but somehow these fake MCs pop up like ex numbers I swore I’d delete Show up months later talkin’ ‘bout “round two?” bruh, you addicted to how your ego gets cooked in the heat Next thing I know, they droppin’ a diss with a voice that don’t match they tone (let’s go) Alt after alt after alt, whole timeline look like a recluse stuck at home Talkin’ ‘bout “W’s” proudly, but if they ever won once, they’d leave me alone You can spit fast as a squirrel on Red Bull, still ain’t a punch if it don’t break bone Yeah, I’m too old for these offspring wars (whew) You want a win? Bring force (go) You want beef? Use forks Not these burner accounts from the backyard porch Tryna pop off threats like corks Lines that be soundin’ too forced and short Tryna bring thunder like Thor, but fight like a dropout from discount Hogwarts Creators jump on my comments like, “Bro, I been gone but I’m back for the sequel” Claimin’ they “won,” but beggin’ for rounds, that’s withdrawal, not equal If you usin’ a chatbot to battle me, cool, just tag which version or prequel I’ll roast the machine, skip you entirely, at least the bot bars ain’t feeble (go) Like how they keep claimin’ they winnin’ but beggin’ for rounds like brunch (yeah) You want beef but you bringin’ me gristle, one roast and you crunch (uh) You talk tough till you talk in person, then suddenly you shut the fuck up You want views, but you built like a vape with no juice, lil’ bros and lil’ hoes blow like a slut when she clutch on my nuts (go) He be returnin’ with usernames lookin’ like Xbox kid rage at midnight (uh) Same lil’ grammar, same weak bars, bro couldn’t hide from the stage lights (facts) Sayin’ he “bodied me crazy,” but cryin’ for more when I go for the windpipe He want unlimited rounds like boxing ain’t real, that’s loser highlights (damn) I don’t start shit, but soon as I strike, he come runnin’ like fans at a backstage event Bro say he “done,” then comes right back, man’s whole hobby is beggin’ for dents Rappin’ real fast with no punchlines? That’s cardio, not content You want a win? Bring wit, not speed like a mongoose that’s stuck in the vent You want fire? Bring jokes that burn You want scars? Then make sure the lesson is learned. You should act concerned cuz you’re gonna get smoked like hash when it burns After I’m gone, put my ash in an earn (urn) 😉 My words haunt like a ghost so you can still hear my raps and words With comedy firin’ more shots than Big Worm with a perm Put you in the dirt cuz you’re played out like Howard Stern See, you want rounds cause deep in your gut you know you ain’t winnin’ these fights You need the battle to never be over, that’s how you cope with your personal nights You want attention? Then get you a hobby, not burner accounts in tights You want beef? Man, you brought me gristle I’m bringin’ jokes sharp as late-night skits with rights (go) Like how they keep claimin’ they winnin’ but beggin’ for rounds like brunch You want beef but you bringin’ me gristle, one roast and you crunch You talk tough till you talk in person, then suddenly you shut the fuck up You want views, but you built like a vape with no juice, lil’ bros and lil’ hoes blow like a slut when she clutch on my nuts (go) If you won like you claim, you’d quit, not beg me to spin you again If you hard like you type, you wouldn’t need 10 accounts just to pretend If your bars had bite, I’d feel ‘em, I ain’t felt nothin’ since back in like two-thousand-and-ten Till then? All your “W’s” stand for “Wishful.” And your win streak ends.