Instrumental is Lap Dance by N.E.R.D.

Vinny Real, the guy I'm throwing in a pit of eels

Supposed legend but I'm home to question his appeal

Peeling his potato head back until this piggy squeals

Says his lips are sealed until Quinton's telling him to kneel

Retired or not, you're gonna die on the spot

I'll fire a shot before your first violent thought

And while there's time on the clock, I gotta question your fade though

If you're a kiwi why's your head a fucking potato?

Your material's synthetic like you write in a machine shop

You work in kids daycare, that's how I know that he's soft

Before he claims I'm lying Imma let the beat drop

Check the group, I got proof - he participates in Street Talk

You say text battles are a cause for you to roast?

You still battle online! Where's your confidence to boast?

It's ironic you ain't see nothing wrong with your approach

But I guess an ant still looks small when you're a roach

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He told Ness Lee he went from record deals to battling him?

I had to laugh at that shit 'cause Vin's as sad as it gets

Let's try that angle on you and see how badly it hits

You went from battling Nick to fucking battling Nick

Ain't a single thing of you that distinguishes your crew

From your writtens to the music that you're spitting in a booth

And what's pitiful to boot is it ain't difficult to do

But my dude, you ain't even the best Vincent in the group

You're praising authenticity and hate when peeps are make believe

'Cause nothing's real like making streams reacting to a Facebook feed

You're so boring that you make me wanna break my knees

I nearly PayPalled Quinton to replace his fee

Why the fuck did I consent to this?

All the hours doing research to behead this kid

You say "the old me's back" and it's repetitive

And makes me pray you're going back to when you said you quit

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You're from Hawke's Bay acting like you clap nines faster?

Just a pastime rapper from a bland wine crafter

You're so out of touch when you heard of Black Lives Matter

You showed support by putting up a Magpies banner

Plus I know the reason that he's hidden all his facts

He's been scared since he found Skizzo digging through his trash

Bro relax, he wasn't digging dirt to diss you on a track

He was trying to feed his kids by making dinner from the scraps

Besides I found the battle you refused to promote

You whisper battled Cuz Dames and the two of you choked

Stumbling like you ain't even knew what you wrote

So when they said they'd take you back, man you knew it was jokes

Four years later and it's clear you're still taking it hard

You don't brag on the past, or have a plan to advance

You barely have the vocal register of ASMR

And your battle barely constitutes a flash in the pan

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You drove four hours just to spit a round of pillow talk

You'd put a silencer on finger guns before you lick a shot

Focus presenting a bit more tonal aggression

Then maybe go for some lessons in using vocal projection

You vaulted yourself, it's like the battle never aired at all

Fans hanging in suspension from the gas like aerosol

You were making finger guns? Well Vinny I ain't scared at all

My finger guns so big my shadow puppet's like a parasol

1OUTS won out by putting you in the Recycle Bin

Play bye to Vin's one live event on the world's smallest violin

No one even knows of your retirement unless you keep reminding them

Signing in to chase an imitation of what might have been

I burned Diesel but don't focus on the gas

If you clutch you'll get popped, 'cause the chrome'll bump him back

Look up VIN and you can see how he was totaled on a track:

An Asian at the wheel, a dummy broken in the crash