Seasonal Royalty

"Seasonal Royalty" (Rap Diss Track) Yo, Mariah, queen of holiday tunes, Your career’s frozen solid like December moons. You’re a seasonal singer, a one-trick show, Disappear in the spring when the thaw starts to grow. You ride that sleigh, but it’s tired and old, Living off a song that’s been played and sold. “All I Want for Christmas” is a hit, no doubt, But where’s the new heat? You’re stuck in a drought. You’re the queen of the snow but a ghost in the sun, The charts don’t remember you when winter is done. A diva with no season outside of the cold, Your career’s a stocking—empty and old. Let’s talk range—yeah, you hit them notes, But it’s like reading the same worn-out quotes. You peaked in the ‘90s, it’s no debate, Now you're clinging to nostalgia like it’s your fate. Your shade game’s weak, your comebacks lame, You got roasted by Eminem, now that's shame. Pretend you don’t know him, playin' it cool, But you’re the punchline in the industry’s school. You’re the queen of the snow but a ghost in the sun, The charts don’t remember you when winter is done. A diva with no season outside of the cold, Your career’s a stocking—empty and old. Butterfly, you soared, but now your wings are clipped, Legacy’s nice, but your relevancy slipped. You’re iconic, but that doesn’t mean you’re untouchable, Your throne’s seasonal, your crown’s adjustable. Mariah, take a bow, the mic’s turned off, Your season’s over, and it’s time to scoff. I’ll