Rapid Fire Rebuds

[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 Shady’s rhymes outdated, like a flip phone in 2023, Still rapping ’bout mom’s spaghetti, where’s the legacy?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)*