Lyrics

(Intro – spoken / hype)
Mr. Worldwide…
Ziren… New President?
Five thousand games… same damn trick…
Chocolate medal on your chest, papi…
¡Dale!
🎶 [Chorus / Hook] (catchy, smooth, no corn)
(4 bars per line, fits 128–132 BPM)
(Sung/Melodic)
You spin that chain, but you don’t cut deep (uh!)
Five thousand runs and you still can’t keep (woo!)
That crown you claim, you just choke mid‑sweep (hah!)
Bronze on your chest, that’s the mark you reap (dale!)
No throne, no reign, you just feed, you creep (uh!)
Spell vamp buffed, but you drop like sheep (woo!)
Step off that lane, let the real ones eat (hah!)
New President? Nah, you obsolete (dale!)
[Verse 1]
One‑trick Ruby, stuck in the mud,
Five thousand matches, still spillin’ blood.
Spell vamp buff, she’s built to sustain,
But you dash in blind—team feels that pain.
Vegetarian aim, no bite in the clash,
Chewin’ on greens while your HP crash.
You call the shots? Boy, you lost that vote,
We watch you drown while you rock that boat.
No edge in your hands, no sense in your play,
Chocolate medal, your highlight today.
You sus as hell in the post‑game chat,
High on the spectrum, but you missin’ the map.
🎶 [Chorus / Hook]
You spin that chain, but you don’t cut deep (uh!)
Five thousand runs and you still can’t keep (woo!)
That crown you claim, you just choke mid‑sweep (hah!)
Bronze on your chest, that’s the mark you reap (dale!)
No throne, no reign, you just feed, you creep (uh!)
Spell vamp buffed, but you drop like sheep (woo!)
Step off that lane, let the real ones eat (hah!)
New President? Nah, you obsolete (dale!)
[Verse 2 – Spanish Pitbull energy]
(¡Dale!)
Cinco mil juegos y nada mejora,
Ruby en tus manos es pura derrota.
No tienes filo, ni daño, ni honor,
Solo verduras en tu corazón.
Nosotros matamos, tú solo estorbas,
Cada partida la fama devoras.
Presidente falso, sin ley ni corona,
Bronce en tu pecho, vergüenza que asoma.
[Bridge – pop culture flips, smart punches]
Frank Underwood crown, but your kingdom’s gone,
Like a Netflix drop, you don’t last too long.
Team needs fire, you bring tofu calm,
Ruby got fangs, but you swing like balm.
Among Us vibe, you the sus on the team,
Fake alibi, can’t deliver the dream.
Spell vamp rich, yet you broke that stream,
Five thousand matches and you still mid‑scheme.
🎶 [Chorus / Hook – Final]
You spin that chain, but you don’t cut deep (uh!)
Five thousand runs and you still can’t keep (woo!)
That crown you claim, you just choke mid‑sweep (hah!)
Bronze on your chest, that’s the mark you reap (dale!)
No throne, no reign, you just feed, you creep (uh!)
Spell vamp buffed, but you drop like sheep (woo!)
Step off that lane, let the real ones eat (hah!)
New President? Nah, you obsolete (dale!)
[Outro – spoken / taunt]
Step down, Ziren…
Five thousand games and still no crown…
Vegetables on your plate, bronze on your name…
The only thing you lead is a losing lane…
Mr. Worldwide… out.