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.