Anonymous[Intro]
*(Aggressive b**t drops with rapid hi-hats and a heavy bassline)*
[Verse 1]
Yo, step into the ring, let’s talk about these names,
Eminem, Logic, MGK—y’all inflated your claims.
Shady’s rhymes outdated, like a flip phone in 2023,
Still rapping ’bout mom’s spaghetti, where’s the legacy?
Logic? More like "Bland-ic," flow drier than toast,
Retired then rehired? Man, you’re just a ghost.
MGK switched to pop punk ’cause he couldn’t compete,
Ran from a feud, now he’s crying on a TikTok b**t.
[Verse 2]
Marshall, you’re a relic, stuck in ’02,
Your last album flopped harder than your Super Bowl stew.
“Rap God”? Nah, more like a washed-up sage,
Callin’ out new b***d while you’re stuck in a cage.
Bobby boy, you’re biracial but your raps monochrome,
“1-800” saved your career, now it’s stuck on roam.
Machine G*n? More like a pea-shooter, weak and tame,
Eminem buried you, now you’re begging for fame.
[Verse 3]
MGK, you thought rock would hide your lack of spine,
But your guitar’s out of tune, and your rhymes still whine.
Logic, “Young Sinatra”? More like Sinatra’s napkin,
Lyrics so surface-level, they’re practically plastic.
And Slim, you’re the GOAT? Nah, you’re grazing in the pasture,
Your shock value’s gone, now you’re just a loud disaster.
We’re the new wave crashing, no room for yesterday,
Step aside, old heads—this rap game’s ours to slay.
[Outro]
*(B**t cuts abruptly, leaving silence for emphasis)*
