(Intro) Yeah… Michael Johnson in the building. Somebody pour the milk out — these Corn Flakez done gone stale… (Verse 1) Yo, Mr. Corn Flakez, why you always lookin’ bitter? Talkin’ tough online but sweeter than a babysitter. Claim you run the game, but all your bars be outdated, Your whole style crunchy ’cause your ego’s overrated. You the type to flex with Monopoly cash, Talk about your “grind,” but never show up with the stash. I’m the breakfast of champions — you the scraps in the bowl, I season every line, you just bland with no soul. (Hook) You just Corn Flakez, crumblin’ when the heat came through, I pour truth in the booth — watch me break right through. I'm too real, too fresh, while you easily replaced, You ain’t even cereal — just crumbs in the wrong place. (Verse 2) How you call yourself a king when your kingdom’s cardboard? I’m the whole pantry, boy — you a snack I ignore. You brag about your streams, but that’s your cousin on replay, My numbers climb organic, yours rot like a freeway. You fake bold, fake gold, man, your chain made of stickers, Your rhymes fall flat like cheap liquor with mixers. You stepped to a giant — now your pride lookin’ tiny, I’m cookin’ up greatness, you can barely heat a Lil’ Rhyme-y. (Bridge) I ain’t sayin’ you trash… But take this L and go recycle, ‘Cause even cardboard Corn Flakez Ain’t competin’ with Michael. (Hook) You just Corn Flakez, crumblin’ when the heat came through, I pour truth in the booth — watch me break right through. I'm too real, too fresh, while you easily replaced, You ain’t even cereal — just crumbs in the wrong place. (Outro) This breakfast is over — you can go back on the shelf. Signed, Michael Johnson — disrespectful as myself.
