Chad made it in my acct

stupid Ass nigga, you a stupid wigga, il pull the fucking trigga, You think you’re slick, but you’re just a trick, Your style is outdated, like a floppy disk. You try to shine, but you can’t even glimmer, Your light’s burnt out, you’re just a dimmer. Chorus: Xander, Xander, always in a blunder, Your game is weak, it’s no wonder. You talk big, but you never deliver, Your rhymes are cold, like a mid-winter shiver. Outro: So take a seat, Xander, and learn from the best, Your time is up, it’s time to rest. You gave it a shot, but you missed the mark, Now fade away, like a shadow in the dark