Gramps Got No Game

Intro (4 bars) Yo, DirtyGramps, you think you're the king? (uh) But your throne’s just a chair that’s lost its spring. You ain't ready for the heat, bow down like a fool, I'm spitting fire on your career—now that's how I school. Verse 1 DirtyGramps, you stuck in the past like a fossil, Your bars outdated, man, they need a colossal overhaul—it's comical. Claiming you’re a legend, but where's your flame? Your rhymes so weak, they oughta change your name! You dodge collabs, scared of a real rap face-off, But you can't hide forever, bro, we see your payoff. You’re like a rapper with no microphone—just a joke, I should've known, you’re just dust—get back in your smoke! Hook Gramps got no game, just whispers in the dark, Your flow’s a dying ember, I’m the one with the spark. Gramps got no game, your legacy’s a sham, Step aside, little boy, I’m the real rapper, man! (uh) Verse 2 Talkin’ ‘bout your bars like they gold, but they tarnished, My pen’s a sword, yours is just a dull varnish. Every time you drop, it’s like a leak in the roof, Your rhymes all wet—no proof, it’s the truth! I’m the comet in the skies, you just a fading star, You need to learn the game, take some lessons from afar. I’m the hurricane, while you’re the light breeze, Tryna book a feature? You might find a no-show tease. Hook Gramps got no game, just whispers in the dark, Your flow’s a dying ember, I’m the one with the spark. Gramps got no game, your legacy’s a sham, Step aside, little boy, I’m the real rapper, man! (uh) Verse 3 Dissing me’s like a toddler trying to take on a beast, I’ll have you running scared, man, you ain’t built for the feast. You’re falling off faster than your grandkids’ good graces, I’m spitting wisdom, you’re lost in the mazes. Look at me, flexing bars, while you flinch and retract, Call yourself DirtyGramps? More like Dirty Lacked! (ha) You fear the mic, don’t front like a champ, I’m the king of the jungle, you a lost little lamp. Outro (4 bars) So remember this, Gramps, every time you doubt, I’m taking your crown, there's no way out. Your ego's all hype, man, truth’s a harsh game, DirtyGramps? More like Big Ol’ Lame. (let’s go!)