Yo, I'm the BBQ king, grilling rhymes on the fly,
While you still figuring out how to PayPay that pie.
You talk 'bout no-look sketches, but I'm the real chef,
Cookin' up beats while your art's bereft.
You call yourself a chef, but can't handle my spice,
While you sip on beer, I'm a social media vice.
I'm sketching dreams, while you're stuck in a rut,
My rhymes hit harder than your BBQ cut.
You think you're a vice, but I'm the main event,
While you're lost in dramas, my fame's well-spent.
I freestyle flavors, you're just sketching toys,
I'm the big BBQ boss, you're just making noise.
You call yourself a boss, but I'm the rap sensation,
While you're fumbling with brews, I'm the Bluesky nation.
I drop bars like I drop hints in Assumese,
While you're just lost in beer and cheese.
I rise with the sun, you snooze with your art,
While I'm stacking flavors, you're falling apart.
You claim to drop bars, but I'm the full feast,
In this rap cook-off, you're merely the yeast.
I'm the Bluesky king, my posts are a work of art,
While you wake up saying '起きた', I'm breaking hearts.
Your BBQ can't handle my digital flame,
In this rap battle, I'm the one you can't tame.
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