Rap battle

Opening with a slick, confident beat) Verse 1 Yo, let's get it straight, you came here for a fight? Your whole rap game's a flickering fluorescent light. Your verses are so old, I heard 'em in preschool, The other kids spit harder, you're the class fool. You think you're a king? Nah, more like a pawn, Moving one square at a time, 'til you're long gone. Your style is so generic, it's a copy-paste job, Like a factory setting, just another slob. Chorus (Beat intensifies, flow gets sharper) Your bars are weak, your flow is slow, My whole team’s laughing at the show. I came to roast, to turn up the heat, Your only talent is retreat. You're a follower, a footnote, a forgotten line, My career's an heirloom, yours is a cheap sign. Verse 2 Your delivery's clunky, it's a chore to hear, Like listening to dial-up from last year. Your attempts at cleverness land with a thud, Your rhymes are as stale as a forgotten mud. You're all hat, no cattle, all talk, no game, Spitting tired words that all sound the same. You’re looking for a reaction, hoping for a spark, But you're just another whisper in the dark. Chorus (Beat builds, flow is a steady, powerful stream) Your bars are weak, your flow is slow, My whole team’s laughing at the show. I came to roast, to turn up the heat, Your only talent is retreat. You're a follower, a footnote, a forgotten line, My career's an heirloom, yours is a cheap sign. Outro (Beat fades out with a final record scratch) Now pick up the mic, or just admit defeat, Your roasting rap was just a sad receipt. The crowd is done with you, they're ready for more, This battle's over, so just walk out the door.