think you're boss with your cheap ornithology?
let me debunk the heart of your mythology
see in reality my salary is higher than your calories
how are we, you, the peanut gallery, and me, the one with power, g
even in a confrontation? it's time to change the station
your flow so third world it's like battlin' a haitian
your rhymes are flightless, your brain is fightless
my rhymes are aerial aces, your rhymes, sadly, might miss

i'm for the birds? well, toucan play at that game
puffin out your chest; thinkin you can touch my rap game
you'll egret fucking with me, cause your styles are bad
you think it's a lark, i think you're stork raven mad

ok ok i made it into a rap so we can rap battle if you dare


more like dr heartbeak cause this guys for the birds
id describe just how unchill he is but my vocab lacks the words
unlike other avians, this muthafucka dont fly
aint got no eye of the tiger nor no fearful symmetry

more like dr heartbeak because this guy is totally for the birds