
Song
Jacoby diss track (curtain call)
Christian Browne · 30 plays
male vocals, aggressive rap, diss track, hip-hop battle, intense flow, boastful disses, urban style
Lyrics
Intro
Uh—yeah, yeah, yeah, ah(hear that?) come, come to me — haWham-bam, watch it fold
Verse
Jacoby, you a cameo, background noise, cameo (shh)
Selfie-stick saint but you bankrupt the halo
Talk big on Wi-Fi, in real life a typo
Flexin’ rented chains, cocaine glow—nah, just gelato
You rehearse charisma, autotune your ego (uh-huh)
Talk like you the boss but you workin’ for free promo
Profile full of filters, zero backbone, zero torque
You soft like pillow talk—I'm the concrete, you the cork
Say you got receipts, they crumpled in your pocket (snap)
Claim you eatin' ramen? Bruh, you starvin' for a topic
Lipstick on a liar, you bargaining for status
I’m the storm to your umbrella—boy, I ruin fabrics
Chorus
Jacoby, Jacoby, watch me erase your name (erase)
Jacoby, Jacoby, all bark, no flame (no flame)
Jacoby, Jacoby—clout-chasing, lame (lame, lame)
Jacoby, Jacoby—I'm the judge, here's the frame (frame)
Jacoby, Jacoby, watch me—(watch me) watch me—(watch me)
Verse
You a slow flicker, I’m a blackout, blackout (go)
Claim you’re heavyweight? I seen lighter fights that throw
Your verse is padded with syllables that never land
You drop lines like lost luggage—no claim, no brand
Homemade bravado, thrift-store bravura (buh)
I’m the cold shoulder winter, you the lukewarm sauna
All your talk is coupons, discounts on a dream
I collect your alibis like trophies—one more scheme
You run to group chats crying, “they don’t get me”
They don’t — ‘cause you a rerun, tired frequency
I write the footnotes in your obituary of clout
You the footnote that nobody even reads out loud (nah)
Verse
Remember every promise? Lost like your follow count (poof)
You a paper king—paper crown, paper frown
Manners of a morning show host, spine of a spoon
You wish for a platform, I give you a cocoon
You’re the rumor you started, thin as tissue, brittle
I snap you in a metaphor—spectacles to the middle
Moments you were brave were rented—short-term lease
I’m the eviction notice — your whole empire cease
Say my name loud? I made it venom, made it staple
You a typo in a victory lap—mistrap'd label
This ain’t feelings, it’s facts, I’m surgical, clinical
Jacoby, I bury extras—this track? Pits minimal
Outro
(da-da-da) Knock, knock—Jacoby, who? Nobody (nobody)
Say my name sloppy, get clipped, get shoddy
Yeah—watch me, watch it, watch it fall (watch it)
Jacoby, that’s the sound of your curtain call (call)









