Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, Mario, back again, guess you never learn,
Time to watch your little empire crash and burn.
You’re a DJ? Nah, you just press play,
Hiding in the booth ‘cause you’re scared of the stage.

I beat you once, now I’m back for the sequel,
You’re stuck in the past, like your playlist—it’s feeble.
San Angelo’s laughing, you’re the town joke,
Little Mario? Nah, more like Little Hope.

[Chorus]
Short dude, big ego, but no flow,
Hairline runnin’ faster than your BPM, though.
Beat you before, now I’m takin’ you twice,
Little Mario, your career’s on thin ice.

[Verse 2]
Your name’s Little Mario, but this ain’t a game,
You’re losing more battles than you’ve got hair to your name.
Claim you’re a star, but your shine don’t last,
Your future’s as empty as your thinning hair’s past.

I’m the king of the decks, you’re a pawn on the board,
Step up to the mic, and get lyrically floored.
San Angelo’s finest? Nah, just a phase,
You’re the warm-up act, I’m the headliner blaze.

[Bridge]
You’re stuck in the 8-bit, pixelated dreams,
While I’m 4K, ultra-clean on the scene.
Try to take a shot, but your aim’s off track,
Mario, sit down—you’re just wack.

[Chorus]
Short dude, big ego, but no flow,
Hairline runnin’ faster than your BPM, though.
Beat you before, now I’m takin’ you twice,
Little Mario, your career’s on thin ice.

[Outro]
So take your L, pack your bags, and dip,
This mic ain’t yours—it’s time to quit.
Little Mario, you’re done, it’s plain to see,
Your only fans left? Just your family tree.

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