In the corner of the room, you think you reign,
But Almond, let me tell you, it’s all in vain.
Hard on the outside, but inside you’re soft,
You strut like a king, but you’re just a little off.
You crack under pressure, can’t handle the heat,
Trying so hard to compete on this beat.
When the spotlight shines, you fumble and stumble,
Your rhymes are so dry, they just make us grumble.
You think you’re so slick with your buttery charm,
But all your sweet talk won’t do you no harm.
You blend in the mix but never stand tall,
Just a snack in the shade, not the life of the ball.
Crunchy on the surface, but hollow within,
Step off the stage, you’re not cut out to win.
You’re just a side dish in this lyrical feast,
While I’m the main course, you’re the least of the least.
So take a back seat, Almond, it’s time to retire,
Your time in the spotlight has fizzled like fire.
In this game of rhymes, I’m the one who won’t quit,
Consider this a reminder that you’re just not it.