Theo diss

--- Yo, Theo Fletcher, I might as well take the crown before you even started this thing, You’re stepping in the ring, but you don’t got the swing. Your rhymes are so flat, they can’t even sting, I’m the real champ, you’re just a puppet on a string. You talk a big game, but you got no bite, Your flow’s so dim, it can’t light up the night. I’m spitting raw fire, you’re barely a breeze, You’re lost in this battle, just down on your knees. Think you're a star, but you’re far from bright, Your verses are weak, they don’t hit right. I’m climbing the charts while you’re stuck in a rut, I’ll take the crown now, Theo, you’re just outta luck. Your bars are so basic, they make people yawn, I’ve already won, before you’ve even gone. You claim to be fierce, but you’re just a cub, Trying to play king, but you’re out of the club. Might as well take the crown before you even start, I’m the real deal, you’re just playing a part. Your lyrics are hollow, like an empty shell, In this rap game, I’m ringing the bell. So step aside, kid, you’ve met your match, You’re swinging for the fences, but you can’t even catch. I’m the king of this scene, wearing the crown, Theo Fletcher, sit down, you’re just a clown.