Little Mac vs. Big Mac

[Intro]
BONUS BATTLE!
LITTLE MAC
VS
Uh... Big Mac...?
BEGIN

[Verse 1: Little Mac]
Uh, Doc, I know you really want me working on my punch
But I didn't think you meant this when you said "take out my lunch"!
I'm not all for cheap shots, but I mean looking at its bill
You can call me George Foreman 'cause I'm going for the grill!
You have some history with competitors and Whoppers
So I'll give this double patty meal my own one-two offer
I've seen your marketing stunts, you couldn't Supersize up;
Now I'm dishing out combos- without fries and cups!
I've already sent meatheads down in the ring
Ronald ain't the only clown; now you're steppin' 'gainst the king!
Heavyweights getting murdered off their feet; laid low
Bronx Bruiser beating burgers? That's a BK-O!
Your McDonaldland cop character is creeping out the kids
But I guess this burger's only going ham when it's a pig!
Your recipe's the only thing that I could be afraid of
They named a pony after you 'cause that's the shit you're made of!

[Verse 2: Big Mac]
Oh, please! You should know that I'm packing all beef!
Eat these! Open sesame and load up on my seed!
Check the sheet, I'm serving billions, flavors enticing
Now I'm serving up knockouts on the mike like I'm Tyson!
If you weren't an assist, your career would dip fast
Once your arcade hit smash, brushed to retro knick-knacks
They call me the Big Mac 'cause I layer that griddle
While there's more than one reason why they're calling you "little"!
Oh, snap! Try to come back!
But I've seen your air game-you can't recover from that!
Once was the underdog, oh, the rookie so fearless
Now you're getting pummeled to the bottom of tier lists!
I'm already stacked- don't even try to top me
Bit my name off for your super move, 'cause all you do is copy!
Reversing up on Rocky and I'm switching these seats out
'Cause it's the cold-ass meat that's giving you the beatdown!

[Verse 3: Little Mac]
Don't think I've slipped up; I'm all for the counters
Take notes from your menu- I'll show you the pounder!
You're gross like your bathrooms; filled up with crap
Like the people who eat you, you couldn't run a track!

[Verse 4: Big Mac]
Well, I'm not the one in this battle getting eaten
Call you Little MacBook, you're getting so overheated
I'm like your trainer on a bike, 'cause you're trailing behind me
Since we're finishing with this fight, kiss my buns and bite me!