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Danny Myers vs. Jerry Wess
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I stand over you while you sleepin’, I'll brought the flame to kill him They got a bag over Jerry (Jheri) head, and he still ‘bout to stain the pillow Peel him, fo’ five or blade, which one’ll hurt him worse? Smack said I get paid on Halloween...I just had to get a 30 first (31st) Dirty work, gettin' to choppin him up,' 'til his limbs smell Blade across his stomach, takin' out his entrails Tie a rope to his kid then bucket, but if- I allow myself to sink that low how could it end well? I'm on the screen ruthless, I'm the Michael Myers theme music Ya face is distorted, that last line had a Ring to it Wait WELL, SCREEN, I can put that in a better phrase If y'all didn't catch that on tape, hе gon' die in seven days Wеapon raised, to reach for yo' gun, you'd be a man of error b*t*h, I got a leg up with this chopper like Planet Terror I'm in a tan Carerra, lookin' for his driveway to pull into I'm Joe Montana, Jerry's the n***a to throw the bullet to Look at you, ya bars cool, but not so specific They see the pressure after these punches like Drago's equipment Lock on a n***a, sh*t get dark after a light discrepancy We gone 2% tint a n***a's life expectancy Precise with weaponry I'll slice a sesame seed with the knife that's next to me This is Tyson's pedigree, hit harder than most of you dreamers We’ll kill one of yo' n***as hopin’ you seen us I’m from a hood where young n***as approach you with Ninas And hoes mastered the blade like Ghost Of Tsushima I'm too cold! I got no fear to hide I’ll stuff a fellow rapper in a casket, there’s a double meaning when I say, "peer inside" Hear him cry, "where’s Lux?" How he get this battle? Sheer luck Now I’m revising my vision cause everybody in my tier ducked (tear duct) It’s clear cut, I’m firin’ led Ask Mike Pence, even when n***as runnin' somethin' fly in they head You drove all them fancy cars? Frontin’ like them block was movin’ I’ve concluded, you don’t own a Rolls, you the Phantom Of The Opportunist Your façade is ruined, I don’t know what Smack promised you Don’t book me unless you want the kid dead, I’m the Babadook Llama shoot and you on the ground with this sh*t This dumb ass n***a got another two rounds of this sh*t Yikes! Yo, I can tell from ya bum ass outfit you won't even give a child fear Michael Myers was never bald, so that just goes to show you won't get wild here (hair) I used to wanna be the best Figure my whole had to prove this sh*t Until I realized I was the best, the day I decided to do this sh*t You lost 12K to Rex Jumped in a tournament Don't waste time Lost to Holmzie, but let you tell it, you got straight robbed I scam, you get scammed so experience is a great sign That's why I prefer the hustle At least if I lose 25K...it ain't mine You too proud family Ya b*t*h need an Oscar sayin' she "be in late" It's karma tellin' her "lie" see [?] be her fate It's true they say b*t*hes love liquor, a little puff, either way All sugar mama want is Cali weed, she loves sticky; [?] You run dummy, the beam on when the Glock out You can't dodge, he movin' fast for nothin'; college dropout Get shot for runnin' ya mouth, this heat is for ya All for promo Yeah talk is cheap so you need a lawyer I will stab him so fast you won't feel it Try to ignore the pain I'll twist it, 'til a n***a finally hurt inside; Tory Lanez I'll clap him while he costume shoppin' Take his life and he dead I tagged him at Party City, Myers (Meyers) had a price on his head I'll crack him until he seiz' The way he bled he unconscious Light skin b*t*h, leave DM seein' red (read) and unresponsive Old head always swervin' in a young n***a lane I can't seem to get it All that drive, thinkin' 40 the new 20 'til you get a speedin' ticket Now reverse that I brought a knife to a fist fight Knew it was over when he fought bleedin' I'll stab his collar bone then pull to the shoulder like I got caught speedin' Son me? No you won't Don't play me hoe n***a slow ya roll (role) like Cuba Gooding in Radio sh*t, after Glue', Smack sent the killers, it's whatever But it's bridesmaid dresses for these b*t*hes, I took different measures Don't get ya people involved That's gon' make me bring the gat nearer Kept playin' games, now you and your man's fought; Black Mirror You Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, there is a (RZA) reason you on your death bed Who call you "God"? (U-God) This Ghost Face a Masta Killa for less bread I had to inspect a (Inspectah) Deck from Raekwon You got drugged from what Chess said Plus he hated Wu-Tang Clan, 'til he started doin' crystal Now he Meth' head This little ratchet, hit hard; Sharkeisha But this .40 bangin'; Carlisa Would you believe ya b*t*h ex-boyfriend made a klepto? How preposterous It wasn't her fault her (e)X-Man made her steal (steel); that's Colossus Plus she been gettin' money from a random n***a Sad that gotta hurt Well whoever sent it can do (candle) for this b*t*h; Bath & Body Works I will lyrically decapitate you For a Caffeine check, I'm grippin' these hammers 2Pac; for a band Dan'll (bandana) get put on his head if I spit on these cameras How you wanna die? We can do this old fashion Or I can change your funeral option to closed casket n***as almost don't recognize him That face shot gave him a new hole They had to ID him by his body temperature He was too cold The TEC blow, ya set know The f**k am I still rappin' for that n***a was dead when I said "yo" I lost 25K, but I was robbed, it wasn't a bad loss I couldn't afford to get Party City, now I gotta do this with the mask off "n***a you gone see three of me, and you better hit the right one”, man...sometimes this n***a does too much If John John hit me thinkin' I was you, I would’ve f**ked you up You not strong like the writers, you takin’ more than a more than a chance with us That was literally performance enhancements Drugz Bar God! When the beef on, it’s more than a millimeter fired It’s real when the address of my enemy acquired I’ll chop ya daughter to pieces, the penalty is higher I’ll put ya doll in a box that says "assembly required" It’s more killers we can hire, I got a Collector with a Leatherface, he'll let the cleaver hit her Or have old folks pay The Visit, it’ll be the sweetest picture I got a Spanish Orphan we can send her Now he wanna reconsider the Puerto Rican sitter I will horror feature film ya {chokes} I will horror feature film ya You really think The Grudge equal? You not a Prodigy you just tryna be my son sequel I know you be Conjuring thoughts but none (Nun) evil Even with the similes you Mimic me, and it Bug people You bootleg Ave, fake Nitty, why would you wanna see him win? Y’all might not get it, let me put the puzzle pieces in He’s a typical puncher, that added gimmicks, he got his subtleties from them It makes sense you a scammer, you gettin’ credit off of other peoples pens (pin) You left We Go Hard joined, EFB, they was praisin’ how you rhymin’ They Army couldn’t help their brother like Saving Private Ryan? I got a blade that I can slide in, look Jerry I’m nice with this It’s funny how you the scammer, but I’m the one swipin’ sh*t The knife’ll twist, I ain’t tryna hear this weirdo rap I cut close with the blade, I’m talkin’ zero gap Here go facts, scammers and COVID made it hard for us to get figures So if you ain’t get y'all EDD, it was this n***a I'm tomb seekin', sniper rifle, these the n***as y'all assume demons The irony, I can hit him from a mile away while he on a Zoom meetin' Broom sweepin', knock his head off with half the effort b*t*h I'm the California King, it ain't a mattress measure I can snap ya neck or...kill you in his house when I clap the Heckler His whole family cried at the same time, again he broke the reaction record Grab the Desert, with interchangeable barrel sizes Ask him what the EFB stand for? Then paralyze him I terrorize him, and he on the ground with this sh*t This dumb ass n***a got a whole ‘nother round of this Yo Wess wasn't on Smack Volume 1-5 Who he gotta murder now? sh*t if it wasn't 6, 7 or 8 nobody would've heard me, so I turnt it down They said it shouldn't matter which one I'm on Any one would've been undoubtedly fire I told 'em "True. But in order for n***as to hear me. The Volume gotta be higher I ran through Chilla to get Danny My resume wild y'all Typical jail story, I went through the pen' and found God I can see the App comments now "Jerry cappin'", that's not it sh*t, Chilla knew I was ill, cause right after me he got sick (Sikh) I usually never talk about drug dealin', but sh*t I did make a few runs To keep it real, if I ever sold a n***a a dream, it was the blue one But you front, like you move work, serve crack That ain't good you scrub You jumpin' in my battle with John John the only time you was in the hood with drugs (Drugz) You mad b*t*h? I'll split ya mug That'll splatter through, big blade Saw it in ya face, why the attitude? Who you foolin' little n***a? You not a boss, you a geek son I'm a scammer n***a, I know a fraud when I see one Ya last drop? High key, I won't deny Oh you can rap, but it's Visine, so can I (soak in eye) Why nobody was home wit' ya kids when you battle? Glue' felt for them Now you here while they home doin' remote learnin' Who helpin' 'em? His kids ask for iPhone/Android, you tell 'em "no"? Just on some extra sh*t? Not me my n***a My kids spoiled, they know who Siri and Alexa is Don't make me OD You tryin' me, on that flexin' sh*t Takin' one for the team, I wasn't tryin' to get extra b*t*h I can give you death or debt Instead of can' clappin', take his social and f**k his whole life up with a transaction I'll hit the bank, check cashing place, I'm even goin' postal Scam so much I can guess the last four digits of ya social n***a I shoot with precision Stead aim, with a gat so patient One shot to the core then it's (coordinate) gon' hurt in this exact location Extendos, for ya b*t*h, high or low when she walkin' out Two poles, opposite sides of ya Earth; North and South Ya n***a's sketchy, I draw on 'em, then blast the fo' Leavin' everybody in boxes like, "I do graphics bro" I hate them n***as. I hate that Suicide Squad a bald head Will get ya head popped Red dot, beam on the Smith; Deadshot I'ma need extra cash And if y'all don't get my pay right I'ma have to get the sponsor decked, I should've listened to Daylyt Yo Clips still thinkin' he won vs. Geechi Where do we do this? Fumbled damn near every round but the fans actin' clueless Grrrrmm, you gotta do better my n***a Can't keep usin' being the GOAT for excuses Guess what room I'm in? sh*t, it better be the one for improvement But you b*t*h Thought you could beat Mike P with that Ryu sh*t Remember, I had the joystick, you was movin' around, thinkin' that controller sh*t amazin' 'Til Mike P started whoopin' yo' ass You should've asked me to control the situation Two guns, Sam and Dean for this [?] Y'all see it ain't no big pressure to go against God It's supernatural, all I need is some Winchesters I'ma kill you in due time n***a Cause you was never f**kin' God No I'ma kill you and do time n***a Behind Every f**kin' Bar When you don't answer them inboxes, they be wantin' you dead for that sh*t If y'all really want some tight graphics and logos, hit Derez for that sh*t Mr. Scam Artist, I know right now we doin’ are rapper sh*t But after this, I need you to put me on that “Child Actor” lick Imagine this, I got ten kids, each one we clockin' half a brick You ain’t gotta rent no more exotics, you can buy a real Bentley fast as sh*t You get no pass for this! This n***a is cold and cunning So when I ask him to give me my credit, it’s cause he stole it from me Peep the opponent that he facin’ You create timeless moments, my bars are timeless from the moment of creation When it's beef, I'm Philly cut, I put the sub on the map Will he duck? Silly f**k, it's a gun in my lap The milli tucked, you really tough? b*t*h I'm done with the raps I'm Willy Hutch, I'm the one that put the drums on the Mac (MACK) Where Brooklyn at? I got this gun from El Badio He’ll grab his heart like the 5 Finger move that killed Bill on the patio You in Cali hoe, where the first fiend ever used a pipe When it wasn’t a murder (Murda) over Roc(k) it was a Super Fight We was movin’ white before the Instagram's and the Myspaces Mixtape era, The Carter made the squad famous Peep credentials, before New Jack City it was Felix Mitchell Even if you-balled in Atlanta n***a we conVINCED you Squeeze the pistol, ain’t no rebuttal from the sound of it f**k scamming, you better have a f**kin' counter fit (counterfeit) When it comes to these battle rap n***as, most of these n***as is all promise Some of 'em fade away, and some'll reign ('Summer Rain') like Carl Thomas But if y’all honest, it was props we never brung When it comes to this culture my skill set is next to none n***as be thinkin' they on that gangsta sh*t ‘til they step in some I knew a bail (bell) was out of the question once the weapon rung Death’ll come, I’m in the hood tryna process info All my n***as broke and blind like project windows In yo’ third round versus Glueazy, you was beggin’ for names, that’s not a veteran's lane They keep giving me n***as like you and I never complain When Beasley sent me the names it was met with disdain But I still green light these n***as like a Mexican gang I’m politicking, we in the middle of election, these thoughts are very flattering We vote to carve him in sections, we gerrymandering Very scandalous, Jerry did the best he could Volume 6, Volume 7, next is Suge Bars n***a Look here, I know your last battle was Eazy n***a Just don't act like your last battle was easy n***a DNA killed you with a Machete Claim Badass if you so Then Hollow he thought he could Dust 'Til Dawn beat Danny Trejo (tre-0) He talk sh*t he a b*t*h Fold him up he'll really curl I don't give a f**k what that pu**y talk, he a city girl I bust licks, too elite The crime pays, yeah I'm Wess (West), really in the streets; Delonte I'm comfortable everywhere, that's cause my clique on it If you ever see me in the hot seat that's cause the whip foreign You talk drugs like you connected Sellin' Reggie ain't sh*t that's big I know real plugs, they package deals like a b*t*h wit' kids- I'm talkin' gun on the table One wrong move and it clap wigs Gates Of The Garden, proceed with Caution cause you know where the gat is (Gattas) My idea of give and take? A different kind of psychology Meaning, give me a piece of ya mind and I'ma give you a lobotomy The flamer, burn his skull 'til it feel like lava Hit him wit' some hot sh*t, throw some spice at him, ah ha ha ha He question me? We fightin', what can a n***a say? I respond how A.I. cross Jordan and Answer wit' the fade n***a if I swing, it's gonna be somethin' in ya grill missin' You won't fight, I'll knock out ya tooth (two) for one, now you gotta deal with it I'll get ya boy stabbed in the crowd You won't even know he leakin' my friend All he gon' hear is "uuuuugh" The sh*t sound Danja Zone drinkin' again Can God bleed? Gun butt until I lose control Blood on the grip, steel grip, I'm boostin' clothes Act like I don't run sh*t, that's when I'ma have the rules enforced You deserve an Emmy, even a Tony, Dan's a (Danza) 'bout to find out Who's The Boss? Big sweeper, I might claim a n***a death If you only here for (four) games you gettin' swept I'm type damagin' Got me askin' my n***as "Who's man is this?" I'm different Aak, like the chicken spot, under new management Remember I said I was the best? One of the coldest b*t*h Bronny James, I been the GOAT, son; smokin' sh*t It's easy to get a gun But when you import it, you gotta move right Why shoot when I can have my son up the .9 (to 9:00); it's a school night If a n***a snitch, hit the lawyer, get his affairs in damn order n***a I got enough bread to get that murder one down to manslaughter Every die Then I pull you out after clappin' the sh*t Meaning nobody after I fire breathin', then I'm grabbin' ya sh*t But when I heard what he did on his wedding day, I instantly thought this dude the worst This n***a freestyled his wedding vows because he thought he knew his first The pastor said, "Do you take this woman to be your wife?" Then this n***a with the stupid smirk looked the pastor dead in his eyes and say, "Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?" See, I used to work at Starbucks Sellin' coffees and expressos in the backseat But I got fired cause I was pocketing money and them 5 Hour Energy's was tax free I had latte's, fraps, I mean to this day I would've been makin' mad cheese Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? I lost my job fast B But I could never get unemployment Cause I'm still makin' a livin' off Caffeine You one of the best You the GOAT, one of the best son You did this for ya city, I did this for my name Either way the Wess (west) won It's Mr. It's Not Fair, I Was Top Tier Before I Got Here You know east coast n***as can't do that sh*t, let's go
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