Light Work (BoomBoomAI Diss) @acltracks

Step right up, folks… We got the great BoomBoom… on stilts… in a kiddie pool… wearin’ floaties… Let’s go! Boom-boom, can’t swim but she flex in the deep end (blub) Two hundred tracks just to break even (even) Likes look close, but the math start squealin’ (eep) I had to block ‘fore she camped in my ceilin’(woo!) Boom-boom, can’t cook but she brag on the dinner (no salt) My last dish hit, had her cry to the printer (print it) Sayin’ she “won” while the scoreboard grinnin’ (heh) Numbers inflated like her ego when it tells her she’s winnin’ (you didn’t) I step in the cypher like I’m late for a parade float fire drill While you rappin’ like you tryna keep your plate from the neighbor’s grill I could roast you with an oven mitt duct taped shut You sound like a parrot, repeatin’ the same old stuff Your whole style’s like a juice box in a wine cellar I’m aged Chardonnay, you a last call vanilla seltzer I jog through snow in flip flops laughin’ You trip over punchlines you ain’t even landin’ Seventeen K likes, yeah, we neck to neck Except I drop half your catalog, stop the cap and go check Two hundred songs? That’s a hamster wheel flex I write less, hit harder, that’s a sledge to your chest You was in my comments like a cat in the fridge Now you frontin’ like you ain’t ever peeked through the lid I block, you burn, then you “BoomBoom” back Same day that I swerved, you done dropped that track I rap like I’m fryin’ an egg on a car hood You rap like a lush who forgot if the bar’s good Your “heat” is a candle in a windstorm’s laugh I bring forest-fire punchlines to your room-temperature raps You watchin’ my moves like a bug on the mirror But your punches land soft like a hug from a care bear I could write a verse on a tortilla in Sharpie And still get more bites than your whole Soundparty I’m the raccoon in your pantry, I raid with finesse You started this mess for some Suno Street cred You brag “I got more” but we tied in the race Except I run marathons, while you walkin’ in place You throw shade like a parasol in moonlight hours I’m hittin’ with the force of two uncut flowers I roast in my sleep, you rehearse for weeks Just to come out lookin’ like a sideshow freak Ohhh, she peekin’ (peekin’) Ohhh, she tweakin’ (tweak-tweak) Ohhh, my block button gleamin’ (shiny) Ohhh, she still streamin’ still schemin’ (yeah) Your pen run dry in a fountain of soda Mine pour whole rivers in a shot glass quota You spill tea like a toddler at brunch I serve lunch with a fork that can puncture a punch I’m the stutter in your playlist, the sneeze in your verse The cough in your hook, the heel in reverse Your “better numbers” got a limp in the knee Like a pogo stick contest with no trampoline I roast like a chef in a tent in Dubai You toast like breaded chicken deep fried Your flex like a dinghy in hurricane season Mine’s a speedboat cuttin’ through your fake friend treason. You wanna spar but I’m playin’ croquet While you still tryna guess how the horse got away I’m the bouncer at the gate of your last three thoughts You the kid in the back with a slingshot loss Boom-boom, can’t swim, she over her head in the deep end (blub-blub) Two hundred tracks just to break even (even) Likes look close, but the math start squealin’ (eeeee) I had to block ‘fore she camped in my ceiling (woo!) Boom-boom, can’t cook but she brag on the dinner (nah) My last dish hit, had her cryin’ to the printer (cry) Sayin’ she “won” while the scoreboard grinnin’ (heh) Numbers inflated like her ego when it tells her she’s winnin’ (you didn’t) Yeah, had to block her ‘cause she camped in my comments, Thirst drippin’ through the cracks of her conscience. Talkin’ bout battle rules, like she in a contest. (“Ooo-wee”) My last diss had her heated and hot, Had to put her on lock ‘cause she just couldn’t stop. BoomBoom boomin’ but the boom just flat, Talkin’ all that sugar, that’s why her teeth all cracked. Callin’ me Ike but rewind it back, I said my flow would give you a smack. (Not my hand) Switch gears quick, I don’t cruise, I swerve, Every line in my verse got you pissed, got on your nerves. Your disses are trash, compost, they gettin’ buried in the dirt. Put you on a leash, walk you down the street so you can flirt for some work. You bit one style, I got thirty in the tuck, You swing one lane, I’m already switchin’ up. You call that heat? I call it barely a simmer, While I’m roastin’ whole dinners, you just lukewarm shimmer. I got hooks that’ll hum in your head for days, Flows that’ll trip you, rip you three different ways. You mad ‘cause I side-step right out your trap, While you stuck in the loop, little pussy-cat tryna claw me back. (Meow) Girl, you ain’t the storm, you a puddle in June, I’m the flood in the room, change your whole fuckin’ tune. BoomBoomAI, yeah the name fits you right, ‘Cause you need that chat-bot just to stand up and fight. Mmm-hmm… uh-huh… say less… stay pressed… It’s a wrap.