Glory Huntr

(Record scratch) (Verse 1) Madrid fan, talkin' trash, Spurs ain't your style, Plastic glory hunter, been here a little while. "Tottenham's bad," you say, with a smug little grin, While your team buys titles, where do I begin? You call me "nerd," Rubik's Cube in my hand, Your mom calls you "dumb," she understands. (Chorus) Madrid's mediocre, ridin' Ronaldo's fame, Your football knowledge? A pathetic, weak game. Spurs are rising, you're taking a dive, While I solve puzzles, you barely survive. (Verse 2) Flexin' your jersey, thinkin' you're a star, While your tactics are weak, ain't gettin' too far. You're a bandwagon jumper, no real dedication, While I'm solving algorithms, pure calculation. (Chorus) Madrid's mediocre, ridin' Ronaldo's fame, Your football knowledge? A pathetic, weak game. Spurs are rising, you're taking a dive, While I solve puzzles, you barely survive. (Outro) Spurs 'til I die, you're just a clown, Go back to Madrid, and just settle down. (Mic drop)