Carlos the Clown

Verse

Yo, Carlos, you thought you could step to my throne?

But your rhymes are like your reputation, barely known,

Claiming you’re a king, but you ain’t even a pawn,

In this chess game of life, consider your game gone.

You dissed the gang? Man, that’s a rookie mistake,

I'm a beast on the mic, while you just fumble and shake.

Your bars are like your logic, completely illogical,

In a world full of real, you’re just a hologram, comical.

I’m spitting bars like bullets, your defense is a paper wall,

You catch feelings like a child, but I’m dodging your downfall.

You’re a circus act, bro, I’ll call you Carlos the Clown,

I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re just a featherweight sound.

I’m a lyrical assassin, targeting your weak points,

While you’re out here flapping, I’m lighting up these joints.

You call that a diss? Please, that’s an amateur’s swing,

I’ll leave you on the ground, while I’m out here blinging.

Chorus

Carlos, you’re lost in the shadows, a ghost in the mist,

Tryna throw shade, but you can’t handle this twist.

I’m the fire in your nightmares, the truth in your lies,

Step to the throne? Better check the skies.

You dissed the gang? Now you’re caught in the storm,

I’m the eye of the cyclone, you’re just the norm.

So bow down, little Carlos, you’re out of your league,

This diss track’s a feast, and you’re just a fatigue.