Little Mac Vs. Big Mac
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Doc, I know you really want me working on my punch
But I didn't think you meant this when you said take out my lunch
I'm not all for cheap shots, but I mean looking at its bill
You can call me George Foreman, cause I'm going for the grill
You have some history with competitors and whoppers
So I'll give this double patty meal my own one-two offer
Seen your marketing stunts, you couldn't supersize up
Now I'm dishing out combos, but without the fries and cups
I've already sent meatheads down in the ring
Ronald ain't the only clown, now you're stepping 'gainst the king
Heavyweights getting murdered off their feet, laid low
Bronx Bruiser beating burgers, that's a BK-O!
Your McDonaldland cop character is creeping out the kids
But I guess this burger's only going ham when it's a pig
Your recipe's the only that I could be afraid of
They named a pony after you cause that's the shit that you're made of
Oh please, you should know that I'm packing All-Beef
Eat these, open sesame and load up on my seed
Check the sheet, I'm serving billions, flavors enticing
Now I'm serving up knockouts on the mic like I'm Tyson
If you weren't an assist, your career would dip fast
Once the arcade hit smash, brushed to retro knick knacks
They call me the Big Mac cause I layer that griddle
While there's more than one reason why they're calling you little
Oh snap, try to comeback
But I've seen your air game, you can't recover from that
Once was the underdog, oh the rookie so fearless
Now you're gettting pummeled to bottoms of tierlists
I'm already stacked. Don't even try to top me
Bit my name off for your super move, cause all you do is copy
Reverse up on Rocky, I'm switching these seats, out
Cause it's the cold ass meat that's giving you the beatdown
Don't think I've slipped up. I'm all for the counters
Took notes from your menu, I'll show you a pounder
You're gross like your bathrooms, filled up with crap
Like the people who eat you, you couldn't run a track
Well I'm not the one in this battle getting eaten
Call you Little Macbook, you're getting so overheated
I'm like your trainer on a bike, cause you're trailing behind me
Since we're finished with this fight, kiss my buns and bite me