Yo, listen up, here comes the heat, I'm serving up roasts, no need for a seat. Your rhymes are weak, like overcooked spaghetti, I'll roast you so hard, you'll need a medley. Your flow's so basic, it's like tap water, I'm spitting fire, you're just a toddler. Your bars are frozen, stuck in the ice age, I'm the sun, melting your weak-ass rage. Your style's outdated, like a flip phone, I'm the iPhone 13, you're a dial tone. Your punchlines? Nah, they're more like love taps, I'm swinging sledgehammers. breaking your synapse. You claim to be a king, but you're a pawn, I'm the whole chessboard, your moves are gone. Your crew? They're like backup dancers, I'm the main act, stealing all the stanzas. Your swagger's borrowed, like a library book, I'm the author, writing the hooks. Your career's a flatline, mine's a rollercoaster, I'll roast you so hard, you'll need a toaster. So step back, son, and take a seat, I'm the roast master, you're just dead meat. Your bars are like tofu, bland.

I thought you quit eh? Inappropriate deck. Reported

EW WTH

Uhhh... what is this?

Last time. I am not done with this yet. And i know you quit.