[Intro: Announcer voice] “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the greatest rap competition of all time! We got bars, we got flows, and we got absolute lyrical chaos! Who’s got the skills? Who’s gettin’ smoked? LET’S FIND OUT!” [Verse 1 – Rapid-Fire Flow, Chaotic Energy] Microphone menace, I’m meltin’ the meters, Mixin’ my metaphors, makin’ ‘em heaters, Broke the sound barrier, still spittin’ quicker, Mouth like a motor but never a quitter! Crowd goin’ crazy, they know that I’m comin’, Choppin’ like chefs when they work in the oven, Turn up the tempo, I’m toppin’ the charts, Throw me a challenge? I’m tearin’ apart! [Verse 2 – Smooth, Cocky Flow] Walk in the ring with a smirk on my face, Spit like I’m winnin’ before the first phrase, Pen like a painter, I picture the plays, Watch how I weave every word in my way. Took a deep breath, now I’m cool like a breeze, Rhymes so rich they got taxin’ fees, Dude tried to step but he slipped on my steez, I ain’t a chef, but I’m servin’ with ease. [Verse 3 – Mumble Rap Parody, Lazy Flow] Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, Pulled up, too fresh, got sauce on my vest, Wrist on flex, brain on rest, Doin’ my best but forgot what’s next… uh. Wait, nah, yeah, got bars so vague, Sound real deep but I ain't sayin' names, All my flows like microwaves, Heat real quick but they fade in a day, ayy! [Verse 4: Gritty, Hard-Hitting Flow] Step to the ring and I’m swingin’ with force, No luck in my lines, I’m just built like a horse, Gallop through beats, I’m a lyrical force, You trip on my bars? Then you better stay coarse. Got no patience for phonies and fakes, Every opponent gets folded like crepes, Came for the crown and I’m takin’ my place, This ain’t a race, but I’m settin’ the pace! [Bridge: Auto-Tune Melodic Flex] Oooh, they ain't ready, nooo, They just steady, slowww, I'm too petty, gooo, I just set it...BOOM! [Final Verse: Championship Flow, Over-the-Top Swagger] Look at the scoreboard, the numbers don’t lie, My competition? They barely alive, Gave ‘em a chance, but they ran outta time, This my arena, I’m built to survive! Turn up the bass and the crowd gettin’ loud, They chantin’ my name, I just give ‘em a bow, Trophy in hand, and I’m takin’ my crown, Step to me next? Boy, I’m takin’ you down! [Outro: Announcer voice, crowd cheering] "And that’s a WRAP! Another challenger falls, another victory claimed. Who’s next?! Oh… that’s right. NO ONE!"