Nu Jerzey Twork vs. John John Da Don

Lyrics

[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] I said yo! I shook his pride! Like, "Twork comin'! Nigga, look alive!" He died with his eyes wide open, the nigga look alive Beretta clappin' Nah...you gon' rap and use my slogan, but, nigga, you was never strapped in I'm tired of niggas tryin' to come up here and beat me wit' a better Madness To the point that I don't even want it no more...so I'mma let him have it I'm 'bout to drag son Rough competitions in the past, I done had some But they said, "John John a breath of fresh air" and this his last one Grab one, some big shit, shotgun outta a tint' whip And two barrels just Double the Impact, so bring Clips Dig this, dig ditch, shots had him relinquished Since a lil' nigga, I've been off the chain I don't know where the link went (delinquent) Back down, gang in the background I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout no gun effects, I really hold MAC rounds And the Goonies only known for one thing- (BAOW!) That sound! Line ya shit You can sample mine like the old Kanye, but you gon' be rappin' wit' a Consequence Drive-by, hide the shit, 5% Long barrel's behind the tints Five niggas deep, that's a full ride like a scholarship Ya block get lit, then spin back, we wanted more I told ya we was packed in a Honda on one Accord This Larkin gon' murder somethin', all of you are in a coffin Watch ya mouth or I'm poppin' out, and all of them words'll cost him Fold his ass! Shoulder pads: it's gonna be hard to get Jerzey (jersey) off him! We murder often, I'm tryin' to figure out which route to take But I don't wanna give him no clout to chase Fuck it let me get the multiple choice out the way Is it A: he took this battle at home cause he wanted to get the buzz? Or B: He the fan favorite and the one these people love Or C: You did that promo and thought I was the one you would get the buzz Y'all know the answer is D, right? None of the above Cause it can't be A, cause if it's his house, it's time for some renovation It can't be B, cause I'm the one they cop for the center stage shit Can't be C, cause I already told you I'm not for intimidation I'm goin' wit' D's - that's how you use the process of elimination! Did him tasteless You 'bout to see what dyin' 'bout Y'all want me to rap like John John? (Yeah!) Nah, I ain't gonna try it out I'ma hold toys, I already gave you a multiple choice, now I ain't givin' you no choice Blow boy, grip the can' ERRRRT! Granddaddy shotgun hoppin' out the minivan (*ch-ch, ch-ch*) It only needin' two pumps like a minute man Did him bad, I'm really a beast If he live, his body numb, he won't be able to feel it for weeks Guns and ammo (enamel), you only make it by the skin of ya teeth Don't waste ya chance He gon' say, "Jakk gave me 59 hours and then we made amends" That's how I'm givin' you 24 hours before I spray the can' What we gon' make it, fam'? You can give me Crickets or Sprint, but I'm givin' you one limited day to (unlimited data) plan You should've moved it, and the last time we seen Hollow in the mirror is when he put him through- Oh, you wanted shit to shake? Yeah, you put Hollow through a mirror, and then Calicoe punched you in ya face! That was a warnin' Me? I'm on him He drive-by, I let a .9 fly, bullets bombin' BAOW! Hollow through the glass: that's ya karma! Sawed off, is you an op' or a friend Before I smoke you with these MAC's that I bring {woman singing} Opera? It was over when the fat lady sing This nigga trippin' You stole Hitman move, Mr. Wavy move, you stole my move Is this the mission? Goin' 'round gettin' everybody's signature: this a petition? That's weak offense 'Til the piece sparkin' Baow! Baow! Baow! Three sparkin' Through the leg, and leave out the meat: that's defrostin' He cheap talkin', funny how it works He gon' pander to the crowd and give y'all an Atlanta strip club scheme Should've put ya money on Twork I'm on to you dawg, how you badder than Magic City, yeah I know what you doin' But I ain't gotta do an Atlanta club scheme (*chk-chk*) 'Cause one bullet through ya head will put a hole in the wall Jersey [Round 1: John John Da Don] Tech 9 favorite battle rapper huh? You still proud of that? Who knows if what they said he did was true? We never found the facts But if you still wanna know why that man had to take his last breath You heard of early civilizations? If I don't have the answers on my end (Mayan), BAOW! - you can ask Tech (Aztec) Smack said, "The boy needed work." I said, "That's not a prob'." He go from in the view (interview) to in a suit - look like he got the job I guess a 9 to 5 ain't enough, look how they slave y'all Well over time I bet they (day) shift him to the graveyard Let's make a deal, you say I'ma take and steal you gon' be takin' steel You friends with ChampagnePapi on the 'Gram? So? I'll get you followed by a Drake for real! Or the tiny chrome clap, he'll end up like Jamal Lyon (lyin') on his own back Nah, nah, let's just see (Jussie) if somethin' that small let (Smollett) him fall for his own trap Who brought these simps in? (Simpsons) Time to show the margin (Marge) in-between those and I You know Marge in The Simp-, let's keep the show alive If I assist (sister) baby Magi (Maggie) tell my brother Bart you know the chrome'll fly So the least a (Lisa) nigga can do is stay home to (Homer) die I know some guys, that'll get you buried beside an Alabama road alive We're motorized so watch the mobile eyes or get immobilized Open wide, so I can set the spring of the chrome inside BAOW! Now he see my point of view: he got an open mind Aye, peep this Smack, I squeeze this MAC I'm leavin' Twork (twerk) all over the streets of Atlanta John John just brought Freaknik back! I say 'round and 'round we go 'til the bloodstains turn doo doo brown Shake whatcha mama gave- BAOW! Now they gotta scrub the ground I'm such a cheater- Y'all know I can fuck a nigga like him up any day You predicted my strip club scheme, but guess what? I'ma do the shit anyway I'm such a cheater (Cheetah), I remember the first time I let a Ruger burst It blew (Blue) Flame and it did more than just remove a shirt Since a PG I had the most Pin Ups, see I was the one to do it first If I'm the nigga that made Magic sit, he (City) know exactly what to do wit' twerk (Twork) Aye, you might've made the DMV Live, but this is my shit So I'ma lure him to the trap, just see if he can Onyx I said, "V Live, Allure, Onyx", yeah strip clubs was used on purpose dummy If I ran some (ransom) nigga off, where else am I holdin' twerk (Twork) for money? But fuck Nu Jerzey Twork, cause I wanna talk to Raivon Wasn't ya mother Christian while you was robbin' women? Somethin' went way wrong Cause she took you to church - such a lovely lady - to get your pray on But you seen it as church, a place full of lovely ladies for you to prey on We gon' talk about that purse snatchin' shit I know what happened Cause you wasn't even after the money, it was the fashion As soon as he snatched it, he ran home and started rappin' He slid that bitch over his shoulder and said, "I'm strapped in!" Then he be like, "Don't tell me what my cool car (Michael Kors) supposed to be I'm hyperactive Even thought about joinin' Cave Gang just to get to Roc and Burke and (rockin' Birkin) bag shit-" Never bought it, for the family and the mothers that just fell shorted BAOW! Since he don't see it both ways I should nail (Chanel) him for it BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! Wait, what? Too much baow usin'? That's my way of shittin' on him since you claim you started the BAOW (bowel) movements Sounds stupid, y'all allowin' that? He missed the (Mr.) 106 & Park wave UFF? that was me that brought the baow (Bow) to SMACK I used to be just like you, it's compare time Soon as shit startin' thinnin' out, I was thinkin' like, "This ain't fair slime." But if you love somethin', you gotta let it go I hope you thinkin' wit' a clear mind Cause I was not talkin' 'bout our careers...I was talkin' 'bout our hairlines Nigga why the fuck you ain't go bald yet? Nigga shame on you You got me, Smack, Hitman, Beasley, Math - just to name a few I'll shave his roof no need for razor use I help him wit' a snub BAOW! He got a bald head now, welcome to the club I'm only here cause I'm gettin' that cash There's a difference I'm gettin' that bag You? Get in that bag So just know, when you get done spittin' that trash It's still two more rounds of me (Whippin' that ass!) [Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] I said yo! This nigga said if I wanna know if I'm Tech 9's favorite, I should ask him myself Then ya man behind you gassed it Until I grab the strap off the shelf Baow, get rid of this dirty TEC-9, now he gotta black (Blac) by himself You fuckin' bitch The nigga said I stole a purse, that's false and it's some sucker shit Suck a dick It's a lot of shit behind the scenes that wasn't made for no public shit I got charges, back to back to back, that shit's subsequent Ask the staff, I just got bailed out for another grip Got my lawyer goin' back and forth to court for a month, I had enough of it Thirty day trial, but shit I signed up for this Suck a- What?! You fuckin' bitch, you fuckin' lame In the streets does Twork rule and what's his face, we ain't cut the same Back in the days I used to steal my mother .50, she had it custom made If the cops knew I was stealin' ma's cal' (Moscow) they would rush ya (Russia) place That was section 8, and that .50 cal' MPH, would move at an electric pace Shock him You ever had 62 million volts (votes)!? It feel like Election Day I let a weapon spray two cans light him Or double drum stuffed in that cal', make it a huge damn rifle {gun clicks} Huntin' (100) for the .50, that food stamp prices I'm dominatin', I shoot, he live to testify, I'm violatin' I'm in the parkin' lot, 6:00 AM on some wide awake shit Bigga .9'll wait Catch him walkin' in the buildin' Get the drop and blaze him I'm at the court, up early shootin' J: I'm tryin' to strive for greatness Llama blazin', or pistol whip, get the MAC involved Y'all heard me say I was up early, right? Crack a Don (of dawn) 'Matics blown, have him scared for life Bodies already on it, but I'ma add Da Don, make sure I'm sayin' it right Hammer light, Baow! Baow! Put shells up in ya Miranda Rights Anything you say? (*chk-chk*) Cannon (can and) will be held against you He's unhazardous I pull up wit' a 100 Bloods with drum 'matic clips They like, "Why would you pull up wit' a 100 Bloods? He's unmatched wit' this." But he's a Bull, and this a red flag, so come after it Gun clappin' him, extended clip, I laddered the can' {gun clicks} One headshot'll splatter ya man Leave pieces of ya brains in my palms, now let me get back to the matter at hand You get a bad bed and a grave He beg for mercy? Execution style, shoot him in his head anyway Y'all know I'mma drop the body off - it was a dead giveaway You gettin' lead in ya face, like who huffin' out? I don't give a fuck who run the south Them Bullpen niggas try to back you, we gon' buck shit out Loso try to run his lips, he get a busted mouth Bad Newz wanna run up What? You wanna die for some fuckin' clout? 'Til I come to ya funeral and hear ya mama cryin' and tell Bad mother, "Shut yo' mouth!" Pick another route, cause if a revolver spit and that's it One bullet breakin' Newz (news): he open his chest in (this just in) We don't feel jealous That's the Other Guys like Will Ferrell Steel Wesson You die, it (diet) cook, like meal preppin' Real weapon, peel at him Blunt force: peer pressure! Kill fella! Wit' a snub on me I'm real reckless Rose the (to) nose, I gave him these flowers while he can still smell 'em! I told him, "I'm on my way to Atlanta." He better get house in order Or they'll be sayin' Johnny paid wit' his soul...'The Devil Went Down To Georgia' Your soul is set and you know what's next You don't wanna owe a debt Cause cement bricks ensure entry to the ocean depths Ya ankles? Wait (weight) on it, don't hold ya breath You overstep, show so fuckin' respect All that talkin' you did on Twitter had me fuckin' upset Then I see this nigga in person, it was bluffin' at best Blade on me, switch (swish): nigga, nothin' but net WHAT?! Keep cool You told Nitty you had a "gun so big?" Weak move I don't care how Long John Silver: I see food (seafood) These the cards he dealt And now there's nobody you can call for help You must regret it Bug repellent: (pshht!) Off yaself Jersey [Round 2: John John Da Don] I said you got about 20 minutes on each cameras at stage left Watch the company you keep Your whole camp is a straight mess You can't handle a raged vet' that'll damage ya great rep So if you don't wanna die, ask Rome DMV how to manage a (manager) fake death! They gave me Twork in Atlanta This was such a petty plan to pull Y'all seen me eat people, and this is what you hand the Bull (Hannibal)? The hammer full, I hope you ain't expectin' any clout today Y'all know what I'm 'bout to say Now we gon' get this multiple choice out the way Should I A: Never mind, cause that's the story I always tell Besides, I'm tired of testin' these niggas that always fail I'm not tryin' to sound intimidatin' But he tried the multiple choice But he gotta trust the process of elimination Is it A: caps club like there's a dress code for the club Or B: chest shot him, give himself a hug Or C: go for the knees, he be the first Cripplin' Blood Or D: Start from his feet and shoot (All of the above!) Nigga, you ain't turned Blood 'til you made it to the main stage And I find it way strange you and ya big homie the same age The game changed Another rapper ridin' this gang wave Y'all heard what happened with Tekashi Why the fuck y'all let him get in this tre way (Treyway)? Aye, remember when I battled Hitman? And I told him, "How are you a part time Blood but a full time fuckin' punk? You gon' rep that 5, gotta rep it all the time, can't claim it when the fuck you want See where's that red flag at right now? Exactly see you fuckin' up That's how I know you pussy cause you only bleed (Once a month)" But you different though Flamed up is how y'all want them to remember y'all? Well I bet all that bleedin' stop if I give this pussy men a pause (menopause) I pissed him off? Good I couldn't wait to get ya clique involved I only brought one box to put this fake hero in (heroin), but it's fittin' all (Fentanyl) My men of war? All them real from office deals to corner drills We make movies so if you wanna Get Out without Us breakin' ya jaw, then (Jordan) peel! (Peele) Boy I should chill cause this the longest (mil) I ever bought for real I call it the lean, mean, fat burnin' machine So it can get at least four men (Foreman) Grill(ed) The Horsemen will, kill the Goonies So please don't get ya homies smoked I thought about Glue and A. Ward (gluin' award) like my trophy broke Give Twork to Hymns on the low so (Loso) Ryda don't look that soft And since Saga's been delivered from porn, he could knock Jakk off! (jackoff) At least one of y'all gettin' pussy - there's no doubt about it 'Cause every time Twork fucks a battle rap bitch, he runs his mouth about it Make it hard for the next nigga to fuck - that's sorta hatin on 'em Well if nobody else can take their shot you 'bout to take it for 'em He told Top he fucked Coffee Brown in Vegas It sounds great yeah, but nigga you know what happens in Vegas supposed to stay there Metal right outside them pearly- yellows and this shit'll fly Since he like to kiss and tell, tell him kiss his lips goodbye Listen guy, visit the nearest clinic by, check ya health You know what they say, "Women known to twerk (Twork) don't respect themselves" I disagree, cause I can teach an old thot to cop that fully So if she wanna twerk (Twork) I tell her, "Don't stop - pop that pussy!" Who said this nigga can't perform? Miss me with that babble 'Cause how the fuck is this a special move in a rap battle? So now I'm here to get work done Put an end to all that bitch ass bouncin', so y'all can miss twerk (Twork) somethin' Why surround yourself wit' Yes Men when you know better You kiss and tell, I wish 'em well - who treat the hoes better? I rap better, drove better, drink better, smoke better Even though y'all never really seen me do it, I even- Jersey [Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] I still remember, the first time this guy came through Stole Hollow name, that's just how they do John John Da Don...should've been John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt 'Cause you was like, "His name is my name, too." [John John Da Don] I heard that already [Nu Jerzey Twork] That's nonsense Lil' .9 grip And this baby come out on this high yellow nigga I'm givin' John this (jaundice) You fuckin' diva, wanna be 'em, woman beater Cock sucker You hit that bitch over some shit she did when y'all was broken up? Y'all not cuffin', that's why they labeled the term an "X" (Terminix), stop buggin' Glock dumpin', what the fuck this man 'bout? .45 I'm at the crib tryin' to tuck the can' down And drew (Andrew) and if this Colt come out the pocket ya Luck just ran out Stand down, I'm tryin' to split somethin' Errrr, drive-by, Sig' dumpin' Baow! Baow! Left 'em all dysfunction Drove off, came back and niggas was still doin' the same thing- I ain't miss nothin' Big bustin', .9 piece I can push one button and the toy make noise; try me Put an end to niggas Plan to run up and take 15: that'll end the mission (intermission) Grip a Smith n' One single shot when the pistol spittin' I let one out - Baow! Holy cow! That's Hinduism! I'm sick of niggas, I had enough of that Double drum on the MAC when I buck the gat I'm 'bout to lose?....Why you was duckin' Jakk? [Jakkboy Maine] You a fraud nigga You fraud dawg, you duck my fade- {Jakkboy comes out but John John says, "I can't let you rap." The crowd starts booing. Twork leads the crowd into a 3-0 chant} [Jakkboy Maine] You fraud dawg, with three 16's (3:16) I'll John Wick F. Kennedy John John [Twork] We out we out we out. Fuck that {Words get exchanged between Twork and John John and a scuffle breaks out and the PPV cuts to a Rum Nitty music video. John John comes back to spit his third after about 10 minutes and the crowd is constantly booing him.} [Round 3: John John Da Don] They say SMACK battlers can't rap without talkin' 'bout how they K spit {Crowd boos} Twork baowing everything, Roc the Gun Bar King, and they the faces So now these next PG killers see these niggas and think that's all they need to make it A bunch of kids that need to be Pamper(ed), so daddy's here to change shit {Crowd boos} Let's stop with the comparisons, please! You niggas trippin' SMACK pushed him on to them, the fans pushed me on to SMACK There's a big difference They ain't want me on SM2, still left a vet scarred Meanwhile, he could choke and lose, and still end up on the next card Even his first battle on URL was in front of a fun crowd My first battle? Was in the studio and it was one round Soon as I hit the big stage I got love, no cap And from ya DNA results, me and Blood don't match I seen him Friday, actin' like he never did what his boss say Well, if I had to judge a way in (Wayan), Brother, you been force fed Yeah, Friday, Wayans Brothers You been spoiled since the beginning, akhi Even though everything I do pops, you never seen John with a spoon (Witherspoon) from anybody You wanna be the PG GOAT? I don't care, whatever Cause if he ain't ready, I'll have him and Prep paired together Somewhere in the cloud, like they movin' to a skyscraper He can even see Wave from next door, he got some nice neighbors Way play yourself no showin' for some light paper? Look at this mess he left now, let's hope he make it right later URL wants you to burn them bridges, call it "a slight favor" So when you drown you can come around and be ya lifesaver If anybody can brainwash these new fans, you can So for principle (principal), I can't allow Twork (twerk), like a school dance Not tryin' to sound rude fam', I just don't hold back So you gon' have to stay woke on ya own if you don't those facts Clique hopper, you don't run anything but mouth He Offset, but on the card he (Cardi) do anything for 'Clout' Tried joinin' NWX, I know what made you leave Couldn't get any Shine at the Top cause there was never any DNA to reign (Rain) supreme You claim a team, influenced by drugs (Drugz) and that's the problem How he up next to bat, man (Batman)? Ain't Jakkboy supposed to be robbin' (Robin)? What you got to show for (chauffeur) Ryda? The backseat? He'll never be the one drivin' Where he puttin' Glu'? Easy (Glueazy) On his head to help keep his hood from slidin' I be Wild N' Out with Hitman Holla 'bout them deposits My nigga Arsonal be in the air so much The fans thought he got promoted from a bus driver to a pilot You see you fuck wit' niggas that need it, I fuck wit' niggas that got it So what's a Goonie to a motherfucker that's Goblin? Have y'all seen The Goonies? Nah, like, for real, have you seen the movie? Ain't it about some big ugly Sloth lookin' motherfucker with a team of goofies? And they was on a mission for gold Takin' all kind of measures 'til I- I wonder wit' One Eye will he (Willy) find the treasure Every bar don't gotta be about ya Beretta shoot You see how I went a whole round without lettin' loose I'm tellin' you, get rid of the baow (Bow) Wow can see errors (Ciara's) move That'll be the last BAOW he ever do He promised me he'll make it a fight Whoever came for Twork (twerk), I bet they ass shakin' tonight So please don't say the John if you ain't sayin' it twice And if you don't add Da Don you ain't sayin' it right