Yo, we got beef, let’s grill it, flame high, no skillet,
Talk tough, but you timid, watch your name diminish.
Front row at your downfall, I’m takin’ tickets,
You a clown in the ring, but we ain’t got no gimmicks.

Got beef? Let’s sizzle, heat raw, no drizzle,
Cookin' up the truth while your lies stay fickle.
Got beef? Step closer, bring the smoke, it’s official,
I’m the butcher with the bars, every slice cut triple.