Pre-Intro:
Breaking News Everyone! This Just in...
Breaking News Ass Holes! This[is] Just in...
Intro:
Talking Part:
Yo, this one's for the wannabes...
The dudes with a name but no game, ya feel me?
Verse 1:
Spliff Maserati, more like Spliff Fiat
Droppin' rhymes so weak, we don't even hear that
Your flow's like a broken faucet, all drips and no heat
Claimin' you a king, but you're stuck in the backseat
Your rhymes are elementary, straight from the playground
Tryna flex hard, but you ain't got a sound
Said you're Maserati, but you're stalling at the start
Your engine's outta gas, and your rhymes lack heart
Chorus:
Spliff Maserati, your game's a joke
Claimin' you spit fire, but all you do is choke
You're drivin' in circles, stuck in the lane
Spliff Crasharati, your rap's insane[in the worst way]
Verse 2:
Your bars so soft, they make pillows look hard
You're the rapper equivalent of a birthday card
Signed with no thought, just generic lines
How you call yourself a rapper when you barely rhyme?
You postin' on the 'Gram, flexin' your fake drip
But in real life, we see through your weak trip
Maserati dreams, tricycle reality
You're the punchline of the rap game's brutality
Chorus:
Spliff Maserati, your game's a joke
Claimin' you spit fire, but all you do is choke
You're drivin' in circles, stuck in the lane
Spliff Crasharati, your rap's insane (in the worst way)
Bridge:
Man, I heard your mixtape, and I want my time back
Call it a Maserati, but it's more like a Pontiac
Your flow's outta tune, your lyrics sound rented
You're the rapper we laugh at, not the one that's respected
Final Chorus:
Spliff Maserati, your game's a joke
Claimin' you spit fire, but all you do is choke
You're drivin' in circles, stuck in the lane
Spliff Crasharati, your rap's insane (in the worst way)
Outro:
Yo, Spliff, keep trying though...
Even a broken clock gets it right twice a day.
Speaking Part:
What happened... you use to be Beautiful. Now look at you.
Lol