Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Yo, Picky, it's Shiccup here, dropping rhymes that sting,
Your raps are softer than a teddy bear with a missing spring.
Calling yourself a rapper? More like a tone-deaf mime,
Spittin' out garbage, leaving ears wishing for rewind.
(Chorus)
Picky, Picky, where your music at, dude?
Lost in the SoundCloud abyss, misunderstood?
Bragging on socials 'bout your next big boom,
But all we hear is silence, filling the room.
Step up your flow, this ain't kindergarten playtime,
Gotta bring the heat, gotta drop rhymes that chime.
Level up those lyrics, rewrite that script,
Cause right now, Picky, your raps just ain't legit.
(Verse 2)
Your rhymes are flatter than a day-old pizza box,
Staler than week-old bread with green fuzzy socks.
Multisyllabic flow? Never heard of the term,
Wordplay nonexistent, your bars don't even burn.
(Chorus)
Picky, Picky, where your music at, dude?
Lost in the SoundCloud abyss, misunderstood?
Bragging on socials 'bout your next big boom,
But all we hear is silence, filling the room.
Step up your flow, this ain't kindergarten playtime,
Gotta bring the heat, gotta drop rhymes that chime.
Level up those lyrics, rewrite that script,
Cause right now, Picky, your raps are just a big, fat drip.
(Bridge)
Listen, I know practice makes perfect, that's the key,
But holding onto trash won't make a masterpiece, you see.
Work in the shadows, hone your craft, rewrite and refine,
Then unleash the fury, let your true voice shine.
(Chorus)
Picky, Picky, where your music at, dude?
Lost in the SoundCloud abyss, misunderstood?
Bragging on socials 'bout your next big boom,
But all we hear is silence, filling the room.
Step up your flow, this ain't kindergarten playtime,
Gotta bring the heat, gotta drop rhymes that chime.
Level up those lyrics, rewrite that script,
Cause right now, Picky, your raps just ain't legit.
(Outro)
So Picky, here's the deal, ditch the wack attacks,
Write some tracks that slap, come back with stacks.
When your rhymes finally fire, with fury and might,
Then, my friend, Picky, we can finally battle tight.
Step up your flow, this ain't kindergarten playtime,
Gotta bring the heat, gotta drop rhymes that chime.
Level up those lyrics, rewrite that script,
Cause right now, Picky, your raps just ain't legit.
(Outro)
So Picky, here's the deal, ditch the wack attacks,
Write some tracks that slap, come back with stacks.
When your rhymes finally fire, with fury and might,
Then, my friend, Picky, we can finally battle tight.
