John Appleby, The Fall Guy

[Verse] Yo, John Appleby think he the top G, Step to the mic, it’s about to get dicey, In the schoolyard, he pretendin' he a big boss, More fluff than a candy, dude's straight up soft. [Verse 2] Appleby rockin' that neon jacket, Swagger through the halls, but can't hack it, Tryna spit rhymes, soundin' like a sad mime, Verse so weak, even clock can't keep time. [Chorus] John Appleby, fallin' from his apple tree, Claimin' he the king, but he can't even sing, John Appleby, ain't nothin' but a wannabe, Time to take a seat, 'cause the real rap’s me. [Verse 3] Catch him at the mall with that 80s mullet, Talkin' big game, but he can’t even pull it, More talk than action, just an attraction, He a parody of a rapper, no satisfaction. [Verse 4] He got no grooves, just awkward moves, Talk about his 'skills,' but he never proves, John Appleby, frontin' hard, can't you see? Got no heart, no fight, he a light breeze. [Chorus] John Appleby, fallin' from his apple tree, Claimin' he the king, but he can't even sing, John Appleby, ain't nothin' but a wannabe, Time to take a seat, 'cause the real rap’s me.