Evalro the midget

Yo, Evalro, listen up, lil’ guy, You’re so low to the ground, planes think you can’t fly. Pudgy frame wobblin’ like a Jell-O cup, Tryna step to me? Man, your height don’t measure up. You flex in the mirror like you’re ten feet tall, But when you stand on your wallet, you still look small. I spit bars heavy, you can’t carry the load, Your rhymes weak like your legs on a steep uphill road. Evalro the “giant”? Bro, that’s a myth, You’re built like a Funko Pop with a double chin twist. Talkin’ big game but you never bring smoke, Your career’s like your belt line—always a joke. So step back, lil’ man, let the big dogs feast, This is David vs. Goliath—if Goliath got decreased. I’m done with this roast, I’ve said all I can, Evalro ain’t a king, just a short, pudgy man.