cuter give me back my brainrot

Yo, Cutie think he sly, but he stole my brainrot, Tung Tung Sahur, man, you know you ain't hot, Claimin' all my thoughts, like a thief in the night, But your rhymes so weak, they barely take flight. Got that McDonald's flow, I'm servin' Big Macs, While Cutie's sittin' back, tryin' to copy my tracks, You want a taste of genius, but you can't take a bite, I'm the king of this game, you're just lost in the hype. Stealin' all my vibes, but you can't replicate, Your bars like a Happy Meal, just a cheap little plate, I’m spittin’ gourmet, while you munch on that trash, Better step back, boy, or I'll make you my past. So take a seat, Cutie, your time's runnin' low, Tung Tung Sahur, we run this show, You thought you could flex, but you ain't got the skill, I’ll leave you in the dust, just a ghost on the hill.