**Verse 1** Back again? Wow, you really came prepared, With the same weak insults nobody ever feared. You strutted in bold like the king of the scene, But your Wi-Fi brain’s still stuck on loading screen. You’ve got premium ego, bargain-bin wit, Every comeback you make needs a repair kit. You talk like a legend, act like a star, But common sense saw you and moved somewhere far. **Chorus** Still buffering, still confused, Every argument you start gets badly bruised. Big mouth running, little thought inside, Your logic packed a bag and went for a ride. You came back swinging, missed every hit, Even your own reflection said, “I’m done with it.” Part two, baby, welcome back to the show, Your brain said “loading…” about three years ago. **Verse 2** You’ve got the charm of a broken shopping cart, One wonky wheel and absolutely no heart. Your insults land softer than a pillow fight, You could lose an argument with yourself overnight. You’re not a red flag—you’re the whole parade, A walking bad decision professionally made. Your confidence entered five minutes before you, Then intelligence called and said, “Sorry, don’t know you.” **Pre-Chorus** You wanted smoke? You brought a candle. You wanted chaos? You couldn’t handle. You wanted savage? Here’s your receipt: Even autocorrect thinks you admit defeat. **Chorus** Still buffering, still confused, Every argument you start gets badly bruised. Big mouth running, little thought inside, Your logic packed a bag and went for a ride. You came back swinging, missed every hit, Even your own reflection said, “I’m done with it.” Part two, baby, welcome back to the show, Your brain said “loading…” about three years ago. **Rap Break** Your IQ called—it wants some space, Said it’s tired of losing every single race. Your roast is reheated, your punchlines stale, You could trip over air and somehow still fail. You’re the reason mute buttons came to exist, A walking typo nobody bothered to fix. You tried being savage—cute little attempt, But even your own insults filed for contempt. You’re like a software bug with confidence turned high, No useful function, just “error, please retry.” You entered the battle like thunder and flame, Then left five seconds later forgetting your name. **Bridge** No hate, no rage, just comedy gold, You make bad decisions like it’s something you sold. You keep coming back, so I’ll give you your due: Nobody embarrasses you quite like you. **Final Chorus** Still buffering, still confused, Another round lost, another excuse. Big ego shining, common sense gone, Somehow you’re confidently carrying on. You wanted part two—now here it is, A certified roast with extra fizz. So take your crown, your glorious disgrace: **Two brain cells still fighting for third place.**
