B-Town Burn Notice

(ha, yeah,

check the mic)

You talk big but your moves are so weak

Mari on the track and you cannot even speak

Landon in the back looking lost in the crowd

Brayden run away when the bass gets too loud (yeah,

run away) Fake friends calling themselves the kings

But you b-class rappers can't do anything

Mari, Landon, Brayden, nothing but some fakes Watch how fast your little

empire breaks

Landon bought his views and we all know the truth

Brayden crying tears in the back of the booth

Mari writing lines that he took from the web

Now you're drowned out in the undertow ebb (hahaha,

exposing you)

You had your chance

to step to the plate

But you folded under pressure,

sealed your own fate (for

real)

Fake friends calling themselves the kings

But you b-class rappers can't do anything

Mari, Landon, Brayden, nothing but some fakes Watch how fast your little

empire breaks (broken down,

yeah)

Yeah, class dismissed Don't call my name again

(never again)