Yo, listen up, I'm about to spit some truth, On Barzx, that's right, here's the real scoop. Claiming to be top dog, the king of the scene, But when it comes to rhymes, he's nowhere near clean. Barzx steps up, thinks he's got the flow, But his lines are weak, like they're stuck in slow-mo. Talking 'bout his skills, like they're some kind of treasure, But compared to real talent, he's just minor league pleasure. His bars lack substance, like they're made of air, Listening to him rap, it's like, "Does he even care?" Pumpin' himself up, with no real substance behind, Barzx, step aside, it's time for you to resign. I'm the lyrical assassin, slicing through the fake, Barzx, you're just a wannabe, a rhyme mistake. So step back, take a seat, and watch the real pros shine, 'Cause in this rap game, you're just a waste of time.