Post by Jay Impact on Sept 9, 2024 20:51:08 GMT -5
Bi Bi Bi, Bike Zymala, got your letter full of swagger
Guess it's time for me to educate this trash talking bragger
You think you're clever, man, you think you're fly?
But your words are as stale as my leftover fries
You write your letters like you're Shakespeare in a cage
But I see through your act, it's time to flip the page
Look, you mention names like they're gold-plated stars
But I wrecked those fools, left them seeing Mars
You beat Louis Cypher? Man, I've done that thrice
Like a politician's promise, it don't hold no spice
I'm the one who really brings the heat to the floor
Your win against me? A fluke, nothing more
You beat Emerson, Cypher, and the rest of that crew
But I beat 'em down harder, left 'em black and blue
You talk like you're god's gift to that fed
But your last big win was when Clinton was ahead
Your hype is expired, your game's full of holes
Like them washed-up stars still dreaming of roles
You talk 'bout credibility? You must be insane
'Cause when they say “Zybala,” they mean “circling the drain”
You say you're a king, but you rule over what?
A past full of flukes and some wrestling schmutz
You're yesterday's news, a 'has-been' cliche
Like Kurt Angle's medal, you're just old and decayed
And oh, that rap battle gimmick, 2004?
Man, your ideas are old, like a VHS store.
Trying to bring it back like it's retro and cool,
But you look like a grandpa breakdancing in school.
My rhymes are fire, my words got the sting,
You’re a low-rent poser, while I’m the real king.
So you think you're marketable? Skilled? The best?
Boy, you're more delusional than Kanye West
You're like a mayor who dreams of the presidency
But all you've got is a footnote in history
I'm a champion, man, I'm built to last
While you're stuck in the shadows of champions past
You think you've been a champ like Jordan in his prime,
But you're more like a washed-up celeb doin' jail time
Like Lindsay Lohan tryna stage a comeback
You step to me, homie? Get ready to pack
I'm like Ali, the greatest, floating like a butterfly
While you're more like Soulja Boy—your game is a lie
Saying you're the next big thing, like you're the main course
But you're more like McDonald's—cheap, stale, no sauce
You're like Charlie Sheen screaming "Winning!" all day
But your career's already tanked, just like his, by the way
You claim to be the savior, man, get off your knees
You're more like a B-movie that no one ever sees
You name-drop legends, think you've done your research?
But your facts are all twisted like some crooked church
You talk like you're Mayweather, never took a loss
But you're more like Kanye, always paying the cost
Claiming you're the chosen, like LeBron in his zone
But you're Greg Oden, broken, never made it to the throne
Remember when Britney shaved her head and went off the grid?
That's gonna be you, dude, when I show you who’s big
Like Tiger Woods falling from grace with no pride
You'll be the next big mess to hit that backside slide
You'll be talking about the glory that was never really there
Like a faded rock star, wishing they had better hair
Zoo-bala, you acting like top dog, tryna flex on my reign
But gonna fall faster than Wayne's “Rebirth” phase of pain
See, you ain't Steve Jobs, you ain't Bill Gates
You're just another name, lost among the fakes
Like Trump's Twitter rants—full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing, dude—you're just in a hurry
You said you'd beat me clean, no weapons in sight
But I'm gonna end you, bro, just like Conor McGregor's hype
I'm Jay Impact, man, I hold World title with pride
While you're more like Enron—a failing stock that died
You're that Fyre Festival promise, all hype and no food
I'm like Beyonce—dropping heat, setting the mood
You're the Game of Thrones finale, everybody wants to forget
While I'm the best season, making history on this set
You claim to be the savior, but you ain't done jack
I'm the Kobe in this place, making you fade to black
Call me the Tom Brady of that ring, making legacies last
While you're Mark Sanchez fumbling, just stuck in the past
Like Napoleon at Waterloo, you're in for defeat
I'm the General of this war, and you're just meat
You're like Icarus, man, flew too close to the sun
But I'm the heat, boy, and you just got burned, son
Remember this beatdown, let it live in your head
'Cause after this match, your career is officially dead
Guess it's time for me to educate this trash talking bragger
You think you're clever, man, you think you're fly?
But your words are as stale as my leftover fries
You write your letters like you're Shakespeare in a cage
But I see through your act, it's time to flip the page
Look, you mention names like they're gold-plated stars
But I wrecked those fools, left them seeing Mars
You beat Louis Cypher? Man, I've done that thrice
Like a politician's promise, it don't hold no spice
I'm the one who really brings the heat to the floor
Your win against me? A fluke, nothing more
You beat Emerson, Cypher, and the rest of that crew
But I beat 'em down harder, left 'em black and blue
You talk like you're god's gift to that fed
But your last big win was when Clinton was ahead
Your hype is expired, your game's full of holes
Like them washed-up stars still dreaming of roles
You talk 'bout credibility? You must be insane
'Cause when they say “Zybala,” they mean “circling the drain”
You say you're a king, but you rule over what?
A past full of flukes and some wrestling schmutz
You're yesterday's news, a 'has-been' cliche
Like Kurt Angle's medal, you're just old and decayed
And oh, that rap battle gimmick, 2004?
Man, your ideas are old, like a VHS store.
Trying to bring it back like it's retro and cool,
But you look like a grandpa breakdancing in school.
My rhymes are fire, my words got the sting,
You’re a low-rent poser, while I’m the real king.
So you think you're marketable? Skilled? The best?
Boy, you're more delusional than Kanye West
You're like a mayor who dreams of the presidency
But all you've got is a footnote in history
I'm a champion, man, I'm built to last
While you're stuck in the shadows of champions past
You think you've been a champ like Jordan in his prime,
But you're more like a washed-up celeb doin' jail time
Like Lindsay Lohan tryna stage a comeback
You step to me, homie? Get ready to pack
I'm like Ali, the greatest, floating like a butterfly
While you're more like Soulja Boy—your game is a lie
Saying you're the next big thing, like you're the main course
But you're more like McDonald's—cheap, stale, no sauce
You're like Charlie Sheen screaming "Winning!" all day
But your career's already tanked, just like his, by the way
You claim to be the savior, man, get off your knees
You're more like a B-movie that no one ever sees
You name-drop legends, think you've done your research?
But your facts are all twisted like some crooked church
You talk like you're Mayweather, never took a loss
But you're more like Kanye, always paying the cost
Claiming you're the chosen, like LeBron in his zone
But you're Greg Oden, broken, never made it to the throne
Remember when Britney shaved her head and went off the grid?
That's gonna be you, dude, when I show you who’s big
Like Tiger Woods falling from grace with no pride
You'll be the next big mess to hit that backside slide
You'll be talking about the glory that was never really there
Like a faded rock star, wishing they had better hair
Zoo-bala, you acting like top dog, tryna flex on my reign
But gonna fall faster than Wayne's “Rebirth” phase of pain
See, you ain't Steve Jobs, you ain't Bill Gates
You're just another name, lost among the fakes
Like Trump's Twitter rants—full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing, dude—you're just in a hurry
You said you'd beat me clean, no weapons in sight
But I'm gonna end you, bro, just like Conor McGregor's hype
I'm Jay Impact, man, I hold World title with pride
While you're more like Enron—a failing stock that died
You're that Fyre Festival promise, all hype and no food
I'm like Beyonce—dropping heat, setting the mood
You're the Game of Thrones finale, everybody wants to forget
While I'm the best season, making history on this set
You claim to be the savior, but you ain't done jack
I'm the Kobe in this place, making you fade to black
Call me the Tom Brady of that ring, making legacies last
While you're Mark Sanchez fumbling, just stuck in the past
Like Napoleon at Waterloo, you're in for defeat
I'm the General of this war, and you're just meat
You're like Icarus, man, flew too close to the sun
But I'm the heat, boy, and you just got burned, son
Remember this beatdown, let it live in your head
'Cause after this match, your career is officially dead
