[Round 1: O-Red]
They say that it’s a dog-eat-dog world…
But I still feel bad that I gotta slide you
I hate killin’ the n***as you like, Smack...but it’s time to
It’s crazy, though, ‘cause you know, I’m slime, right?
You prob’ly don’t know he slime, too
We both Blood

[Chess]
I’m not

[O-Red]
Oh, that’s not true?
Damn, I’m the only Blood
It’s crazy ‘cause you the one ‘bout to die, ‘Mu (Damu)
Your daddy Brim, right?

[Chess]
Yes, sir

[O-Red]
Your daddy Brim, right?
You hate your father - in fact
I could prob’ly do you a favor just by poppin’ the strap
I’ll slide wit’ the MAC, point it at his top and then clap
Rex shit: and get reaction off the drop of a hat!
Those was some bars from O
Was they my hardest? No
I’m Joaquin Phoenix playin’ the role of Arthur, bro
Meanin’ my hands sharp
So eyeballin’ me like I’m a Joker makе me turn all of them BX stares (stairs) into a landmark
Can’ spark, nothin’ but domе shots from the Nina lead
Fuck a vest - his name Chess: I’m ‘posed to think ahead!
Torch is lit, I’ll send a “BOW!” wit’ a roof coordinate
Leave Chess all over the venue...I’ll turn this shit to a tournament
Roc, I’m on this bitch
Leave the body of your subordinate
Hangin’ from a tree like a fuckin’ Christmas ornament
I slide up wit’ a foreign grip, it’ll get torturous
Squeeze...bodyin’ little Chess like a contortionist
Squeeze body in che-!?
N***a, I am the best
I’ll get to punchin’ Chess clock like the father from Fresh!
TEC pour, lead’ll sing, he get shot on the set
Sektor: Red Machine send a rocket through Chess (chest)!
I could quickly remove your team or just kidnap you and Steams
No, really, like, or just kidnap him and Steams
I’ll take y’all to the top of the building
This how we doin’ things
You go to the edge of the roof and lean, or I shoot Kareem
It’s no progression: either you fallin’ off or you losin’ Steams!
I said, I’m Megatron
Be where you hustle at wit’ a extra arm
Rob you for your money, your lean, and all the coke you were steppin’ on
You don’t give it up? This extra arm
Leave Chess pieces all on the cookies
I can turn your trap into Pepperidge Farm
I’ll rob him for everything, then kick off in the truck
This strap a Cake Eater
You better tell Almighty duck (Mighty Ducks)
It remind me of when I was growin’ up
Shit, I could get a Cake, chips, juice, and candy with one buck!
The gun butt, nice grip
On point like a ice pick
Leave Chess (chest) wrapped in bandages on some dyke shit
On second thought, you light shit!
Why give him Glock play?
My bitch can handle Chess: the Queen of Katwe
The straps you rap ‘bout, I played wit’ ‘em
You told Rum, “You in L.A. wit’ the tre-five like Blake Griffin”
N***a, 32 was Blake Griffin
I specialize in them sports bars
You a knockoff, pussy - who is this fake kiddin' (kitten)?
You gamblin' your Life
You gon' lose, watch: Ray Gibson
I'll leave a Cake battered if me and the Cake mixin'
Dezzi off the waist liftin'
A round from the triangle through the heart put a star in a box
I'm shape-shiftin'
Ya heard me?
Jersey
[Round 1: Chess]
First and foremost...
Bring up anything that's past tense, you suckin' mad dick
I got three words only: I'm back, bitch
Kick in his door on some fast shit
Clapped it, like a no-look pass trick
Made a mistake and hit your mother's mother
Now Gram's missin', like the bag skimp
Chop him up, then back to your mother where the bag sent
Elizabeth Keen: she gon' find Red in tin (Reddington) like The Blacklist
Get punched out, then eye (I) close up like the last shift
His ass spit...
But your battle against Danny Myers? You were thpittin'-thpittin'
That shit had me and brodie fuckin' weak
Yeah, I used to choke on my rounds, but...you be chokin' on your teeth
That's where we different, n***a
If I happen to have a fallout, I'm sendin' hittas
If he happen to have a fallout, it's your dentures
How do you communicate when it's business?
Wait...how do you talk to pretty bitches?
Wait, wait, wait - how do you talk to any bitches?
When you done eatin', do you brush them shits or just wash them with the dishes?
How do you remove all the food in there?
Do you get lazy like "I'll wait 'til tomorrow" and just use a spare?
Last ones wasn't durable enough? You got two new pair?
They gave you that as somethin' to take home?
Man, I would sue veneers (souvenirs)
You paid how much for them shits and they already folded?
Well, at least we know he paid in fresh bread 'cause they were never molded
I do believe you'll give a arm and a leg to your mans
As soon as you took your teeth out and let him hold it
You thought we'd never notice
That shit had your jaw shut for the f'in' moment
But this right hook will forever close it
So don't even decide to run your mouth
'Cause this time, a different kind of choppers comin' out!
So pull a motherfuckin' stunt if you motherfuckin' want
Boy, I'll knock your teeth right out your motherfuckin'...cup
During my battle wit' Danny Myers, I was goin' dumb!
During his battle wit' Danny Myers, he was goin' gum!
But that was some bars from Che-
It's time to act up now
He almost died before - so what?
He still gettin' clapped up - BOW!
Hospitalized
He barely movin' and he gotta eat through the Tube again like Smack if the app shut down
This a n***a that's dumb soft!
I'm a n***a that dumps off!
Nobody can see I ran (Iran) when it's beef, that's Trump war
Red sights for the perfect aim
Make sure the point correct like, "What's score?"
Or just rock him with the thing
Trauma to his brain
You know, peer pressure, that blunt force
He gon' lose a chunk of blood and most of his weight
His friends like, "Damn. Last time I seen him bro, he was in shape."
Well soon as bullets hit O tee (OT), he gon' be in a whole 'nother state
Wait, my clip loaded, you better load yours
But this right, leave n***as with low jaws
He wanna trip, I hope that bro sure (brochure), cause ain't no comin' back if he go forwards
And Red the God like "oh Lord"
Ya man get shot by association, now he walkin' with a Cane for bein' O-Dog
The Bronx different
Gotta stay close to a gun and the X like Road Dog
Ars', Suge, Twork, another Jersey n***a I gotta smoke y'all
Get him checked off the list
This shit got a body count like role call
Headshot while the camera there
Now the fans see (fancy) somethin' hangin' out his top like a chandelier
Just like ya dreads, whoever wit' you in here (hair) gone if they standin' near
I'm a Monster, catch Red Bull, and give him wings, two different cans appear
BAOW!
Blood on the mirror smear
He thought he wanted the smoke 'til O see him (Ozium) sprayed I bet that clear the air
You dealin' with Chess, don't play me
Or get buried witcha bitch in a ditch wit' yo' baby
Senior citizen bus seats, I got a spot for O (old) lady
{fake chokes}

Psych' O! (psycho) I'm finna go crazy!
Bro stop it
Red light drive, he don't got it
I see more on (oxymoron), it's close-minded
This n***a talk more than when hoes gossip
But when his [?] fell he couldn't yap man, he was Yak Man, no comment
I'll load, cock it and pop this n***a
See ya dot get hit up
Her wig, this cap, I'll combine it (come bonnet) wit' her
Like, like, like come bonnet wit' her
That's way different
You transformin'? Well I'm shape shiftin'
Body, after body
(After body)
My new name Venom
Cake Lyfe

[Round 2: O-Red]
This n***a Chess gotta be playin' checkers
Thinkin' I won't leave his whole team clapped
'Til I hit the (e)X with a couple TECs (text), I want that old thing back
Or I could just let the shotty kick
12 gauge body shit
If O in the middle of the BX, you get the "box"; Roddy Rich
But you know what's crazy? Last Smack I gave Bay a (Bayer) round, it was pain, killer (painkiller)
Why you talkin' like you a king, n***a?
I mean you gotta do more than just say it, since you was just in Tory (Tori) Lane, n***a
Ain't it amazing how a lil' Doe change n***as?
I just beat Geechi, a battle with Chess can't be dangerous
They say Bay a wolf (Beowulf) and you see how I left family hangin'
I mean ask Cortez, shit he tried too, and got overcooked
That esse (essay) body proof Red (read) writing is overlooked
This here is how a GOAT is supposed to look
You battled Lux and Hollow...and did nothin' but talk about how ya chopper tweet
I mean that's cool versus them regular dudes, but when ya comp' increase
All that {rapid gun shots} don't impress the fans, not the least
I mean food for thought, it just make you look outdated when ya obsolete (ops' elite)
Shapeshifter
Ayo, some of y'all probably ain't get it, but shapeshifter copy me
Lyrically I am Socrates
This is probably why your Lil' Baby love toppin' (Top and) me
I can see, that ya thot a freak
I saved her in my phone under "Arbys"
Cause every time she call me she got the meat
We under contract, I read it before I signed it
I lined for lined it
She put "gray sweats" in the fine print
Shorty promoting a n***a content for bomb dick
I put my semen between her tits for them advertisements
The word "semen" between "tits" in "advertisements"- never mind
Real talk, I could just knock her shit off
Shorty for sure bogus
The .50 cal' got drive, I'll leave ya whore smokin'
Aim that shit forward (Ford), Focus, bullet hole through the car
The size of a jar (ajar), leavin' a bitch you adore (a door) open
Y'all know what that mean?
That bird clap at his bird trap
She'll take a dirt nap
Don't believe in astrology? BAOW! Now ya Earth flat
[Arsonal]
The Earth is flat! It is flat!

[O-Red]
Hold, it's "astronomy" by the way
I let a shell bake or draw on Chess and leave his queen with a stale mate (stalemate)
New Glock, fresh out the box, and she got a cellmate
17, look like a 21, I call it "jail bait"
Bullet from out of shell case, flyin' through that frail face
Hit the n***a grillin' behind ya dome like a tailgate
You know me bitch
I'm laid back but if ya homie trip, I'm shootin' in everybody face, I'm on my Kobe shit
That .40 rip, got more kick than a Shinobi flick
Silencer
You got a better chance hearin' a Rollie tick
Matter-of-fact, fuck a suppressor, I want him to know he hit
No red beams neither, cause I'm a soldier bitch
It's green beams only, that hoe equipped with the brodie kick
BAOW! Leave ya Ace in the crowd, can I get a "holy shit"?
Homie's sick
Look at him, he know he gettin' murked
It was no other option, I had to throw him in the dirt
Tonight, I mean it prolly wasn't murder in the first
But this murder in the second gon' lead to the same hearse
Ya heard me?
(Jersey!)

[Round 2: Chess]
O-Red is rappin' nice...but he ain't...sell out Summer Madness nice
You behind Surf, Suge, Arsonal, wait, even Twork past him, right?
Out of all the Jersey n***as, Red at the bottom; traffic light
Red! You gon' have to tuck the steel like Debo out here snatchin' ice
Red! I will beat you 'til The Color Purple, all my life I had to fight
Red! You not pussy, I'm not either
Rip my shirt like how you did Solomon, watch ya op' beat ya
If I was him, I would've been the first white boy spinning the Champion like John Cena
How you get bullied by him?
He was never in the field with the bullets flyin'
But look at him, on stage, against a nerd, finally pullin' Iron
You fuckin' dweeb, you pussy, period
I'll get Red boxed like when ya mother bleed
Til ya fuckin' queen, gun'll squeeze
Or just smack the bitch, humbly
Let's see if the Transformer, protect it's earth; Bumblebee
Or tell my Phoenix n***a to lick a (liquor) shot
Red, Rum (Redrum) wit' me
And I'll pay you for what you did to O, Nit' (own it), I brought company
They say I'm always in my zone, lookin' focused
That's cause the shit I've seen made me numb, really took emotion
The trap, was like ash cans, full of clips and full of roaches
My trenches ain't sweet, why would I sugar coat it?
I should expose him, since y'all swear this pussy posted
I should've Zo'd him
Took the money right off his car
Yeah, con' in this Jersey n***a; The Longest Yard
Think about it
Nah, relay race, they caught the bar
I will not lose to this damn sucka
If I do, I get pissed then snuff ya
If O win I just might turn to Hitman brother
Point blank, this n***a dies
Holdin' this L, it's a stem inside
He gon' front like he one of y'all
But this loss? He gon' em-brace it on the low; Invisalign
Wait, wait, wait, where that n***a Shine?
Blood! I will hit ya spine
He try hiddin', but I find him and get Five sighted (sided) like The Pentagon
Like skippin' line, they can't stand with him
Cause they laughin', been a chair (cheer) in his face, Van Damme and them
Like Sandman, I pull up with the stick, the can' damage him
Before rap, my mans handle him
I tell him, "T-Rex" he'll put dawg face in a box, all for a grand, Champion
I tell him, before rap, my man damaged him
T-Rex" he'll put dawg face in a box, all for a grand, Champion
Drill missus, time to spin, shrink tight, back in that old sweater, committing crimes again
The real Champion Of The Year is that hoodie I caught bodies in
I said, chopper arm, ride to prom, I'm takin' a limb O (limo)
Get the tape, shut his eyes, now shit gettin' dim O (demo)
He missed the bullet? You catch it, it's goin' straight in O (N.O.)
I'll keep it in case I'm on his head, catch him sleepin' and peel O (pillow)
Get stretched from a 30 clip, I'll really extend O (extendo)
And ya man gonna get the same shit for what you did O (ditto)
Get the Smith, whip ya head, I will O (Willow)
I can let a round light up ya roof or slip a disc O (disco)
They keep askin', "Will he (wheely) pop", but if he front, I will end O
The clip funny, it got a mind of it's own, it skits O (skitzo)
Like elephants, the long nose comin' out the trunk...but the wide nose comin' out the hip O (hippo)
You dead, I'll turn your wife to a widow
Nah, I'd rather kill her and send her wit' O
Big ratchet; Lizzo
Do a scrub greasy; Brillo
Boy I got a hook wit' ya name on it like 'H To The Izzo'
That's way different
Body after- fix ya teeth n***a

[Round 3: O-Red]
I literally had one bad battle in 2019
That's a fact, and y'all was actin' like ya boy done
I guess when it rains it pours, you just gotta weather that storm some
To these fickle fans, I'm like Forest Gump when I'm on one
Meanin' they all gon' follow me in the long run
I just let 'em assume O dead; Yokozuna
Slide up and get to blackin' out, I'm so Akuma
O a shooter
Fold a trooper
12 gauge, smoke a loser
Lift Roc(k), then make you eat a slug, Timon & Pumbaa
Look at Bill Collector all in the back, like really stop
I mean Show' already proved the shit
I mean, double meaning wise he showed you not tough
Wait, wait, wait, speakin' of Timon & Pumbaa, I'm sick of ya lyin' king (Lion King)
Miss me with all the struggle shit
Battle rap bars the only thing you struggle with
You said you gave ya homie half ya clothes, stop it [?]
When you really struggle, I mean really really struggle, that shit ain't even possible
See this the difference, my mindset resembles an empty hospital, no patients (patience)
Them hot rounds turn into cold cases, no waitin'
I'll put a bag on ya head like the old Jason
When you cut two liters you bowl makin'
I'll put an ox on you and Roc
If I cut two leaders I make a bold statement
This is the difference, we are not the same little buddy, you a disgrace
You joined the Cave after losin' to every member that you faced
I mean Roc got rid of Chess, Ave beat him to death
Then we seen his Ghost when you gave Raekwon to Chef
You lame, I'll leave ya crew slain, the tool bang
Eight n***as rappin' wit' Raekwon; Wu-Tang
Fatal shit; Hussain
Playaz Circle; Two Chainz
Yamaha, that's a bicycle kickin', I'm Liu Kang
New thang, clothed in rose gold with [?]
I named the .38 "Special Ed", "I Got It Made"
Think vending machines when the .38 pop
I'll load a few rounds, push my buttons, I'll let it spin 'til the Cake drop
You faker than the chain on Tay Roc
You can't be real
Speakin' of Roc, why he think he can't be killed?
Ayo Glue', don't he fuck wit' trannies still?
So I think it's only right, since he fuck wit' trannies still
I leave his ass shot and take half off Chess (chest); Dr. Miami deals
Smack, I will catch a body when I dump the strap
Literally, catch a body when I dump the strap
I take off both legs with two arms, his fuckin' back then his head next, let's see if Chess (chest) can stomach that
Massacre, I'll leave his whole team in a box
It's basketball 1 on 1 if I get seen with a Glock
Nina will pop, Chess (chest) pass, then I'm swing on the Roc
Cause in ball when you chest pass that mean you swingin' the rock
Look at his face! Why are you mad?
Cause all night you've been tryin' to gas
That's ya bro? Yeah you know it's comin', hypin' this fag
Now I'm on both of you n***as ass
Bar after bar, back to you hoes down
Just like ya third versus Ars', I've been snappin' this whole round
I said I'm very alert
You try to run? The Desi will burst
BAOW! Break out of Chess (chest) like an Alien birth
Or I could pistol whip his ass, non-stop 'til the Glock broken
Razor Ramone, you see Chess (chest) hair with his top open
I am that n***a, it don't get any iller
Every single round was a body builder, I'm Flex Wheeler
My new name is "O-Red The Killer"
Gorilla who fucked up the whole Cake like Brucey from Matilda
All you other lames, thinkin' you in my lane
Tell ya favorite league to book it and we can bang
O-Red don't duck nothin' in this motherfuckin' game
I'm Marlo in the bullpen, my name is my name
Ya heart me?
Jersey

[Round 3: Chess]
He see the Chevy cruise (Cruze) up and try to run, I'm like, "Come here O" (Camaro)
Egyptian ruler, it's prints (prince) on the Desert, that ain't fair O (pharaoh)
Casino, Goodfellas I will Rob then air O (Deniro)
You done walked into a trap, we could've did this on Banned O (bando)
Whip ya ass 'til you tired of it, have you lookin' real fatigued on that cam' O (camo)
"All hellraisers, with 12 gauges
The n***a that dropped the shell cases-" yeah, that's who I am, O (ammo)
Ya fam' go from bein' in camp to M.I.A. let's see where they all land O (Orlando)
I done went to war with Reed Dollarz, how the fuck you gonna Last, Blood?
I done already fought Rambo
How does this battle make mad sense?
If I already got through Reed (read) ain't Red (read) past tense?
Precise aim
Pow, pow, I can hit him through glass tints
Or throw the Penny's (pennies) on and stomp him out, 'til there's foam in his mouth and he don't have sense (cents)
Ya bitch life? Don't play wit' it
New casket, if he don't follow directions, O bay (obey) in it
Like gettin' up on the wrong side, he's stressin' in a way
And you could lose ya life for this, it's a definite mistake
Little Debbie, ain't no tellin' where Red headed with the Cake
Man this shit too easy
Aim it at Red neck (redneck), you would think I hit Glueazy
Let my .9 fly like baow baow baow, he find Allah
Let real shots out, I shot ya guy, his mother cryin' like, "Why my God?"
She askin' Him questions and she barely can speak like, "Ma-ma-ma-na-ma-na-mama na na"
Try to run? I will find you and you will suffer
I only needed one clue to touch ya
How did he feel I won't look? But like dusting off an old book, he blew his cover
I'll shoot ya-
Nah, nah, I won't flare it on ya daughter
I'll just clap-
Nah, nah, nah, it ain't ya grams I'm gonna slaughter
I'm just huntin' ya close friend, lookin' for O aces (oasis) like the nearest source of water
I ain't catch a n***a slippin' in a long time
So a n***a just got to moppin', picture his body droppin'; wet floor sign
They all cryin', after hearin' this man dead
I'm prayin' I don't get football numbers for catchin' more bodies in Jersey than Aaron Hernandez
Hookah lounge, get smoked for fun
Them shots miss you? Ya bro get done
It's like admittin' ya took the battle, I owe you one (oh, you won)
Tariq grandfather, I'll Ghost ya son
Get approached wit' guns
Four arms like Goro
I might catch a charge
He in my lane? I step to him like, "You're O?"
Hit Red rib and (ribbon) arm
He gon' need a doctor, [?]
I can't stand this n***a, MAC to his leg
Ain't this 11? And give O shin's (Ocean's) 8 like Danny's sister
Fuck bein' famous for what you rap 'bout
Ya death will get you mad clout
Oh, see these (O.C.D.), I could lean (clean) and this oughta (disorder) take the trash out
Man this fake hoe dead, thought he was on real n***a time
R.I.P., now he the late O-Red
I don't know who the fuck made the Transformer Champion, but I just took his belt
Now the trans form a champion, that's way different
He transforming while I'm shapeshifting
Body after body (after body)