{round 1: danny myers}
I stand over you while you sleepin’, i'll pull the flame to kill em
They got a bag over jerry (jheri) head, and he still ‘bout to stain the pillow
Peel em, fo’ five or blade, which one’ll hurt em worse?
Smack said i get paid on halloween...i just had to get a 30 first (31st)
Dirty work, gettin' to choppin em 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 meyers theme music
Ya face is distorted, that last line had a ring to it
Wait well, screen, i can put that in a better phrasе
If y'all didn't catch that on tape, he gone die in 7 days
Wеapon raised, to reach for yo' gun, you'd be a man of error
b*tch, i got a leg up with this chopper like planet terror
I'm in a tan carerra, lookin' for his drive way to pull into
I'm joe montana, jerry's the ni**a to throw the bullet to
Look at you, ya bars cool, but not so specific
ni**as can see the pressure after these punches like drago's equipment
Lock on a ni**a, sh*t get dark over a light discrepancy
We gone 2 percent tint a ni**as life expectancy
Precise with weaponry
Slice a seaseme seed with the knife that's next to me
This is tyson's pedigree, hit harder than most of you dreamers
We’ll shoot one of yo' ni**as hopin’ you seen us
I’m from a hood where young ni**as approach you with ninas
And hoes mastered the blade like ghost of tsushima
I got no fear to hide
I’ll stuff my fellow rapper in a casket, there’s a double meaning when i say peer inside
Hear em 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 ni**as running something 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 facade 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, til you on the ground with this sh*t
This wack mc got another 2 rounds of this sh*t, yikes
Jerry wess round 2:
“ni**a you gone see three of me, and you better hit the right one”, man sometimes this ni**a does too much
If john john hit me thinking i was you, i would’ve fu*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 bargod
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 that’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, you think the grudge equal?
You not a prodigy you tryna be my son sequel
You may be conjuring thoughts but nun evil
Even with the similes you mimic me, and it bug people
You bootleg ave, fake nitty, why would you wanna see em 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 yo’ edd, it was this ni**a
I'm tomb seekin', sniper rifle, these the ni**as y'all assume demons
The irony, i can hit em from a mile away while he on a zoom meetin'
Broom sweepin', knock his head off with half the effort
b*tch i'm the california king, it ain't a mattress measure
I can snap ya neck or...kill em in his house when i clap the heckler
His whole family cried at the same time, again he got the reaction record
Grab the desert, with interchangeable barrel sizes
What the efb stand for? that’s when i paralyze em
I terrorize em, and he on the ground with this sh*t
This wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this, yikes
Jerry wess round 3:
Mr. scam artist, i know right now we doin’ this rapper sh*t
But after this, i need you to put me on that “child actor” lick
Imagine this, i got 10 kids, each one is 20 racks to split
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 ni**a is over cunning
So when i ask him to give me my credit, it’s cause he stole it from me
Peep the opponent that he’s facin’
You create timeless moments, my bars are timelsss from the moment of creation
When it's beef, i'm philly cut, i put the sub on the map
Will he duck?, silly fu*k, it's a gun in my lap
The mili tucked, you really tough? b*tch 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 ho, where the first fiend ever used a pipe
When it wasn’t a murder over rock (murda roc)...it was a super fight
We was movin’ white before the instagrams and 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 ni**a we convinced you
Squeeze the pistol, ain’t no rebu*tal from the sound of it
fu*k scamming, you better make sure the counter fit (counterfeit)
When it comes to battle rappers, these new ni**as are all promise
Most of em fade away, and some'll reign (summer rain) like carl thomas
But if y’all honest, props is what we never brung
In this rap culture my skill set is next to none
ni**as act like they on 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 ni**as are broke and blind like project windows
In yo’ 3rd round vs glueazy, you was beggin’ for names, that’s not a veterans lane
They keep giving me ni**as like you and i never complained
When beasley tell me it’s met with disdain
But i still green light these ni**as like a mexican gang
I’m politicking, we in the middle of election, these thoughts are very flattering
I’ll carve into sections, i call it gerrymandering
Very scandalous, jerry did what he could best
Vol 6 and 7 they said ars and suge next
And even though you already on the ground with this sh*t
Thank the lord he don’t another round of this sh*t , yikes