I fell on my ass like I tripped on a portal, and landin’ in shows where your curtains collapse. Every rhyme is a letter returned to sender, your album’s a salad of words and relapse. You rap like a fart that’s scared of attention, I rap like a bouncer at Muppet events. I don’t spit rhymes, I juggle ‘em live while I balance a poodle on an Olympic set bench. You rhyme like a snitch with a hairnet on Zoom, I rhyme like a baboon breakdancin’ in France. Your verse is a pamphlet, my verse is a ransom, I stapled it under the president’s second chance. You speak like a duck that’s confused by a mirror, I talk like a dentist that’s lost in a trance. Your fans are just bots who forgot how to scroll, my fans got tattoos of my cancelled rants. I been sleepin’ in memes that collapse into dreams, I wake up with shows booked with accidental fees. You look like a skit that got cut for the budget, I look like a myth who got lost in Ancient Greece. You whine like a baby that’s stuck in a blender, I rhyme like a beast that’s unleashed on the streets. You rap like a thought that forgot how to think, I spit like a marine who’s punchin’ your teeth. You scared of the cypher like it owe you a favor, I step in and poplock through cables and chains. You built like a puzzle that’s missin’ the corners, I’m built like a lecture that heckles your name. You rap like a dancer with both legs in slings, I rap like a crow with a mics in both wings. I been on the block with a trench coat of riddles, you been on the dock with a box full of sinks. You just a sticker on shoes at a Goodwill, I’m the receipt that erupts when you blink. I show up in court with a laugh and a wink, you show up in a tutu with your arm around a twink. Your crew like balloons at a funeral, bro I show up and they squeak while I’m kidnappin’ the priest. I don’t even write, I just freestyle in hieroglyphs, leave ‘em to archaeologists beefin’. You rap like a novel that nobody proofread, I rap like a prodigy that speaks while I’m teething. You mumble like Arnold with Danny DeVito, I burn like your asshole from too much tabasco and jalapeños. You rap like a guitar lick that slipped on a remix, I rap like a lawyer in deep space procedurals. You spin like a drunk on rollerblade wheels, I march like a fridge through a seafood cathedral. I don’t rehearse, I arrive with a foghorn, distract the whole stage while I’m spinnin’ big pizzas. Your lyrics are like milk left out in a sandbox, while mine are like angels that moonlight as cheaters. You dress like a sock that gave up on its match, I step out in chaos and frenzied hyenas. Your verse is a text that your uncle deleted, my verse is a curse with a league of dark creatures. I leap through your song like a frog with a grudge, and land on your beat like a buffalo fetus. You post on your story like “grindin’ again,” I post on a wall that’s been haunted by Jesus. You bought all your plays off a cursed little website that now sends you emails from haunted antiques. You act like a threat with a lisp in a nursery, I move like a whisper that teaches ballet. You rap like a pillow that dreams of a purpose, I rap like Ghostrider with a debt to repay. You think you’re an ahead of the game nah, fam, you just a lost note with speaker decay. You hop in the stage like it’s hopscotch in space, I hop in like judges that’s been bribed in LA. You rhyme like a wish that was granted by leprechauns, I rhyme like an avalanche in an earthquake sellin’ shakes. You scream in your verses like “this one’ll hit,” I whisper a line and your whole crew gets spanked. You the type to say “bars” after writing a burp, I’m the type to make Mister Rogers curse. You rhyme like a neckbeard in court for his donkey, I rhyme like a record that’s spinnin’ reverse. You rap like a dude who’s afraid to move with glass briefs, I rap like the middle of Lizzo’s ass cheeks. You rhyme like a sitcom with three laugh tracks, I rhyme like a banjo that learned how to screech. Your manager’s a zest, your label’s a timeshare, your cypher’s a food court with workers on meth. I step in with verses that burn through the playlist, then walk off dressed like a drug lord in a vest. You rap like a hiccup that vapes through a straw, you rap like a blimp with a lawsuit in drag. Your punchlines is moist, my gift of gab is joggin’ through traffic while eatin’ a crab.
