Jokes in the Game

Yo, you step to me, but your flow is like molasses,

Can't rhyme a scheme, bitch, look at me, I'm a savage.

I spit fire bars while you just a weak kitten,

Your lyrics ain't hittin', man, ain't even written.

 

Flexin' on the 'Gram, but your pockets all crumby,

Talkin’ big shit, but your crew ain't got no money.

I've seen thugs in the hood with more heart and grit,

You barely holdin' weight, boy, you just counterfeit.

 

I’m a beast in the booth, spittin’ truth, it’s a feast,

You a leech writin’ garbage, man, you need a priest.

Can't rap, can't act, man, what the fuck you doin’?

I’m a king in this game, and you just out here ruin’.

 

Your wordplay’s trash, like a dumpster in the alley,

My bars hit hard, make you scream like a bitch Sally.

Call yourself a thug, but you softer than some cotton,

In this rap fight, boy, your chances are forgotten.

 

I’ll slice you up quick, like a chef with a blade,

While you stutterin' lines, I’m the one makin’ waves.

Ain’t no chance in hell you could outshine my rhymes,

I’m the reason these beats drop, you just wastin' time.

 

Man, you're just noise, like a fly buzzin' ‘round,

I’m the king with the crown, yo, you just a damn clown.

I’m buildin’ my empire while you playin’ pretend,

Better call it quits now, ‘fore I’m forced to offend.

 

So back the fuck up, know your place in this game,

I’m the wolf in the wild, boy, you just a lame.

Remember my name, cuz I’m spittin’ the truth,

You can’t stand in my shadow, you’ll just fade in the booth.