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Yo, 'Lil Squabbler, you think you're the king,
But your rhymes are tired, they ain't got that zing.
You're like a broken record, just stuck on repeat,
Your beats are so weak, they can't handle the heat.


'Lil Squabbler, more like 'Lil Stumbler,
Trippin' over words, man, you're just a bumbler.
Claim you're spittin' fire, but it's just a flicker,
Face it, dude, your flow couldn't get any sicker.


You say you're climbing charts, but we know the truth,
You're just a small fry, ain't got no proof.
Your so-called hits? Man, they just flop,
When you step to the mic, it's time to stop.


You're out here actin' like you're all that,
But we all see through, you're just flat.
Tryna battle me? You'll need more than luck,
'Cause against my lines, you're just a sitting duck.


So step back, 'Lil Squabbler, take a seat,
'Cause when it comes to rap, you can't compete.
Your time is up, the crowd's movin' on,
'Lil Squabbler's reign? Yeah, it's gone.