Heavyweight Hype Check

[Intro] (B**t drops with heavy bassline, crowd murmuring) [Verse 1] Yo, Caseoh step up, but the floor start to shake, They said “drop a verse,” now the whole planet quakes. Buffet bandit, you been cheffin’ up the whole damn cake, Call you “Heavyweight,” but the crown’s just fake. Your flow’s sluggish, movin’ slower than a grocery cart, Every track you hop on—bro, you add extra pounds to the chart. We get it, you eat beats, but you’re starvin’ for respect, Your BMI? “Big Man Inc.”—label stamped on your neck. [Chorus] Scale say “ERROR” when you step, no debate, You the reason why the term “wide load” was made. Call it rude, but the truth’s what I serve on this plate, Slim down the ego, ‘fore your knees capitulate. [Verse 2] You got Big Mac dreams, but the rap game’s a treadmill, Cheeseburger champ, but your bars? Microwave meal. “Extra-large” persona, but your fans stay confused, Is it a concert or a buffet? Everybody’s gettin’ used. Your chain’s drownin’ in the folds, can’t even see the ice, Your gravitational pull’s why your crew ain’t playin’ nice. Got a “weight room” in your basement—it’s just snacks in a pile, You’re the punchline of the town, let me add another mile. [Bridge] (Siren blares, b**t slows) You say, “It’s glandular,” nah—it’s late-night drive-thru runs, Your shadow’s double-wide, blocks the damn sun! “Bigger is better?” Tell that to your chair’s legs, They screamin’ for a break, beggin’ for some Xanax. [Outro] (B**t cuts abruptly, faint chuckle echoes)