
Song
Fake, Fat, Ping Rat
Alana Parker · 3 plays
aggressive male rap vocals, battle rap diss track, hard-hitting hip-hop, gritty urban flow, punchline bars
Lyrics
Verse
Step in the room — I harvest clowns, I harvest fakes (ha),
Smiles glossy like capture cards, canned laughs, plastic takes (uh),
You wear compliments like price tags — on sale, expired, fake make,
Talk loyalty, I smell bait — you switch lanes for a cheap shake (skrrt).
Fat boy flex? Your ego piggy bank's fried and hollow,
You boast buffet, but when the lights cut, you wallow — follow the shallow (follow),
Puff-chest poser, souffle soft, one poke — you settle, swoon,
You the mascot for weakness, halftime hero, bubble gum cartoon.
Ping Rat? Tap-tap, tattletale, you squeak in the group chat (ping),
Snitch wavelength, microwave—turntable scratch, you rat-a-tat-tat (rat),
Not cool like leftover milk, sour shelf, stale drip (ew),
You walk like an error file, corrupted clip, misfit script (buh).
I spit receipts, speak heat, scorch seat, scorch street (watch),
Every name I lace is a final beat — (boom), you obsolete.
Chorus
Fake, Fat, Ping Rat — fall back (fall back), watch me (watch me),
You three circus puppets, I cut strings, set free (set free) — yeah (uh-huh),
Fake love, fake laugh, fake crown — I snatch that (snatch),
Fat pride, fat lies, fat sigh — I snap that (snap),
Ping ping, tattletale ring — silence that (shh),
Not cool? Nah — school’s out, class dismissed, clap that (clap, clap).
Verse
Look — Fake, you a mirror with thumbnails, no reflection (no reflection),
Pretend you the main event, but you just panning cheap projection,
Your friendships digital, cache cleared, no depth in connection,
I bury your props with metaphors — call it lyrical dissection (dig).
Fat checks your worth on scales, weigh lies, debt to your mirror (weigh),
You buy comfort in calories, borrow courage from the nearer,
Big talk, small backbone — thunder clap, cardboard roar,
I roast marshmallows on your promises — they sag, sore, poor.
Ping Rat, you squeal for attention, chew crumbs for applause (chew),
You tattling for clout, clout’s counterfeit — a foil, a fraud cause,
Not cool — you freeze at the heat, shiver when the glare starts,
Jealous of the sun? You jealous of my art (watch), you stale carts.
I march, you stumble; I feast, you fumble (fumble),
Final bell — detentions in my rhymes, you crumble (crumble), yeah (ha).









