Rap a roast

I see you trying to act all tough,

But we all know you ain't that buff.
Your rhymes are weak, your flow is lame,
You're just playing a losing game.

You think you're hot, but you're just a fraud,
Your raps are whack, you should be barred.
You're all talk, no action,
Just another wannabe in traction.

I'll crush you like a bug,
Leave you lying in the mud.
You can't hang with the big boys,
Stick to playing with your toys.

So go ahead and spit your verse,
But know that you're just a curse.
You're nothing but a joke,
A sad excuse for a bloke.