Yo, Nolaxxa3, step back, it's my time to shine,
You're out here flexin', but your flow’s outta line,
Claimin' that you're fire, but you're colder than a breeze,
I’m the storm that’s comin’, and I’m bringin' you to knees.
You think you're movin' mountains, but you're barely makin' hills,
While I’m stacking up wins, you’re just servin' cheap thrills,
Talk a big game, but your skills are less than average,
I'm the whole package, dude, you still stuck in baggage.
So take a seat, Nolaxxa3, and listen to the score,
I’m the lyrical assassin; you’re the one I’m coming for.
Step aside, it’s game over, you can’t handle this heat,
Next round’s on me, but for now, accept defeat!