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Vincents Lament
- Yo, Vincent, you think you ill? Nah, you just a clown,
- In the ring, you swingin’ weak, you better throw down.
- Fat ass negga lookin’ like he wanna flex hard,
- But when it comes down to it, you barely throw cards.
- Shit, you ain't got no girls, just some dust on your chat,
- Tryna act tough, but we know you ain’t built like that.
- Your bright sight's dim, man, you a hit of that night shade,
- Fight me, I’ll see you fall like a bitch in the grade.
- Ain't no way you step up, just a soft little thug,
- Claimin’ you a savage, but you just a snug bug.
- I’m the beast in this game, you just munchin' on yams,
- Tryna eat real good? You ain’t got no fams.
- Talkin' all that smack, but we hearin' the fear,
- When I roll through, little boy, you know I’m sincere.
- You can front like a king, but you rotten like fruit,
- Gonna leave you in the dust when I’m spittin’ this loot.
- You be laughin’, but it’s sad, there’s no charm in your strut,
- I’ll put you on blast, ain’t no way you gon’ stunt.
- Vincent, I’m the savage, while you quit like a hoe,
- In this rap battle realm, you just an extra, let go.
- So, remember my name, when you look in the mirror,
- Your weak ass vibes, man, it couldn't be clearer.
- I'm the storm in your space, the threat that you dread,
- This diss is a bullet; you better duck your head.
- Easy work to take you down, I'm flexin' with pride,
- Vincent, you just a joke, better run, better hide.
- In this lyrical war, man, you just a warm snack,
- I’m the king, you a pawn, no chance to bounce back.
- This is street talk, motherfucker, keep up with the pace,
- You can’t battle a beast in this lyrical race.
- Fat ass, no girls, bro, that’s a sad little twist,
- So, step back and remember, you can’t fuck with this.
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