[Intro] (Who called the weather?) The sky got beef—let it fall! [Verse 1] I step in the crater with a helmet too small, You brought a plastic sword to a planetary brawl. I’m a cosmic accountant, I’m auditing your bars, Your punchlines bounced—now they’re junk in the stars. Meteor shower, better duck when I rain, Your whole tough-guy act got a warranty claim. You say you’re a titan, but your cape’s from a bin, I’m the punchline meteor—impact, then grin. [Pre-Chorus] When I say “sky,” you say “fall!” Sky! (Fall!) Sky! (Fall!) When I say “talk,” you say “small!” Talk! (Small!) Talk! (Small!) [Chorus] Let the sky fall, meteor showers, I turn weak little threats into cosmic flowers. Let the sky fall, watch the whole crowd cower, Then laugh when your helmet says “property of cowards.” (Who’s got the heat?) We got the heat! (Who owns the ring?) I own the seat! [Verse 2] You’re a bargain-bin villain with a coupon for rage, I’m a solar flare scribbling jokes on the page. Your flow needs directions, your swagger needs glue, Even your own ad-libs keep asking, “Who?” I spit double-time, then I moonwalk the pause, Put a dent in your ego with imaginary laws. Your constellation’s just three dots and a sneeze, I make galaxies laugh while you beg for a breeze. [Bridge] Incoming! (Duck!) Too late! (Clap!) Your whole constellation just folded the map! Incoming! (Duck!) No shield! (Nah!) I brought a punchline wearing orbital armor! [Chorus] Let the sky fall, meteor showers, I turn weak little threats into cosmic flowers. Let the sky fall, watch the whole crowd cower, Then laugh when your helmet says “property of cowards.” (Who’s got the heat?) We got the heat! (Who owns the ring?) I own the seat! [Outro] Sky fall! Crowd call! If your bars don’t land, don’t blame gravity at all. Meteor showers—curtain call! You got eclipsed by a joke. That’s all.
