[Round 1: Jaz The Rapper]
On April 12th, 12:13 PM
You asked Twitter if there was anybody that could fuck you
Y'all chill with that laughin' shit
I mean, you said it wasn't you and somebody logged in with yo' pass and shit
How much followers you have?
I know you hype you got your Twitter back and shit
So we got Freaky Gotti versus...n***a I'll hack ya shit
If y'all don't remember how I does...nah suck my dick!
Now I'm finna flex
For ten years they've been askin' when I'm gon' give a n***a wreck
I've been watchin'
I've been plannin'
I wanna take down the biggest threat
Bardashians the gang
Y'all wanna know why I'm Kim? Cause after I fuck this n***a, shit gon' break the internet
I'm Hawk shit, I talk shit
I'm from Brooklyn, this how a bitch from New York get
Be easy, this ain't the first time a Compton n***a died for fuckin' with the wrong bitch
But what's up with you Geechi?
I'm tryin' to see what ya stamina like
What the fuck's up?
Bay wanna see my sexy side, so I came with the pumps up
He gon' try to sneak a back shot, but I'm tryin' to leave him dumb struck
I knew how he was comin' so I changed positions
I'm 'bout to fuck this Nut' up
I'm tryin' to see this whole bastard's death
All I want is headshots, go and grab the text (TEC)
Codeword: Geechi braids
(What that mean?)
Don't go past the neck
Pussy
What's all that Twitter thumbin' about?
You talk to much, I'ma shoot you 'til ya tongue comin' out
Y'all wanna know if I spit or swallow? Don't matter I'm still catchin' a Nut' in the mouth
Fans at home like, "Oh my God. I'm never seen Jaz like this
She's goin' beast on n***as. It's unheard."
Yung Berg, I'm rebranding myself to put beats on n***as
But you Nutty Blocc, right?
I can't leave this n***a spared
Do him greasy, you did Summer Madness? I did Summer Madness too they all seen me
I'ma do you bad, shit gon' feel like Summer Madness 2 please believe me
Cause his mom identified a body like, "This shit Nutty. Where's Beasley?"
So this is what it's like to battle Champion Of The Year
You think we don't know when you chokin'?
You adlib yourself
He's more like Champion Of The 'Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.'
You my man, but you've been gettin' lazy
I didn't even wanna do you like this
See n***as started callin' you "the GOAT"
You started slackin', freestylin', and you even got fat
Shit, you movin' like Clips
How much you weigh? 'Bout 250?
Damn, I'll dump him in a lake
Prepare to bring order
But once I lift this negro's spiritual, imagine how much he weighed ('Wade) In The Water'
Now detective's brought the body up, tryin' to figure out what happened
All they seen was somethin' pale, bloated and gut hangin', like Viixen The Assassin
N***a I don't like kids, but I'll make you think I love tots
And have me babysit yo' son, you'll think it's cool but it was not
Soon as you skiiiiirt, I left that little n***a off on a Blood block
Blue rag on the stroller, his onsie with ya mugshot
Guns blaze, I ain't the type to spill tea but his mug hot
Y'all really be sweatin' every fuckin' bar like the club hot
Got the semi, livin' with more holes (hoes) than a truck stop
Call my gun "Hustle" cause this big bitch back out like "Fuck Roc"
They said for me to take you, I got heart
I say for him to take me, he better have the sharpest thoughts
I'm one of the best defensive players, I sure home Marcus Smart
Cause if you lose tonight I swear to God that shit gonna be damagin'
Throughout these rounds I'ma expose what type of weak ass man you is
Excuse me Mr. CODY, don't start panicking
You ain't eat ya Wheaties? Cool, serial (cereal) to his mouth, this a breakfast for Champions
The n***a get dismantled, fill your vigil up with candles
Kyrie vs. Derozan, I will beat a Compton n***a with the handle
BAOW
That's for using me on your show cause I bring the most traffic to you
BAOW
That's for dissin' me vs. Cal', I was on yo' side clappin' for you
BAOW
That's for runnin' out of bottles at ya party, it took an hour to travel to you
BAOW, that's for K-Shine yellin' at me cause I reacted to you
And this is how you repay me?
I don't get free bottles or nothin'?
I'm 'bout to cause dumb hell
50 round drum? Nah, I made a long story short just to put it in a Nut shell
Smack, where the refs? Cause you gon' need a whistle comin' out
You let A. Ward beat you again?
At home?
And you paid him?
I would've put a pistol to his scalp
Lux said you look like Queen Latifah, so you should've Set It Off
You gave him Mad Money
I would've been Bringing Down The House
You can't beat that boy from KC, Missouri? Yo this man is shitty
You do battle rap, merch, hair, I know finding time for your family's tricky
You do podcasts, give away turkeys, yo this man is busy
You swear you a boss, right?
Well how a Chief keep havin' problems with Kansas City?
Now I'ma say somethin' we all wanted to say
The only reason yo' simple ass blew up is cause of yo' Cali Crip image
At one point I thought it was a battle rap gimmick
But then I realized that it isn't
Y'all YouTube "Geechi Gotti Proposes", if I'm lyin' I'm flyin'
This n***a hid behind his girl with the ring but he was in that bitch jail posing
My n***a, you couldn't get on one knee?
You even gangsta in a man's biggest moment?
We get it, you Crip, but you take that shit way too serious
Like Anwar when he's bowling
And when it's real you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
Go 'head, make these n***as believe them lies
My n***a time
[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti versus...
(You'se a bitch!)
Bitch I don't give a fuck how many of these n***a's dicks you sucked you ain't sucked mine yet so I feel a way
And I know you don't write ya own shit so you and yo' ghostwriter gettin' killed today
How you gon' deal wit' Bay?
I don't give a fuck if you thought we was friends bitch
Covid should've taught you, be careful who you shake ya hands wit'
Cans lift, get ya top split
You seen how I get down, you've been around me and my Crips
Bitch, my gun was poppin' cherries before you ever even got dick
You a dispatcher, you can't relate to my life on this block shit
The victims gotta call you after I execute the mob hit
So basically the work I put in is the reason you got a job bitch
I used to rob shit, be happy that I'm rappin' now
Couldn't finish school, my mama seen me and be happy now
Graduate for what? Granny kept guns under that dress she went to sleep in
That was my first time seein' a cap in gown
I should slap this clown
For all the stupid shit you said I just thought about
Tell ya daddy, I'm puttin' gangsta dick all in his daughter mouth
Put out my gun like, "What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Extension, up 30 on Jaz(z), tell the coach to take the starters out
Game over, somebody gotta say it
I already killed one Bardashian, you just the next one to get nominated
I catch you bitches lackin', I got the Llama blazin'
I don't know whether to shoot you hoes together or single, it's complicated
Mom I made it
What kind of son am I?
At your funeral got your people's wearin' black for Magenta, like they color blind
Caffeine fucked up, I got my gun inside
But you fuckin' lied, talkin' 'bout "the pipe took you to another level"
Mario? I didn't think you even know them games
Gauge in ya mouth, I'll make you blow the gauge
This pipe'll take you underground, welcome to the bonus stage
Close the cage
She in here with a dog that she can't escape
All them years takin' off from battles, that's how this broad always savin' face
She said this year she gon' be more active, she back outside
Well bitch ya jaw finna take a break
Why you all in a gangsta face?
You'll get slapped, literally
We can't even take ya gangsta raps seriously
It's yo' job to report any criminal activity
Silly me, thinkin' she'll actually pop a shotty
Bitch, if you shot a n***a you'd probably have an outta body experience, you ain't nothin' like Gotti
I'm a shooter, I got my experience out of bodies
Bitch this a homi
What you thought? We was finna have sort of candlelit dinner?
A little moment to vibe?
I don't take bitches on dates, I be goin' to slide
Candlelit is if the power went out in the house or the homie done died
You don't know what it's like, I'll tell you this though
I don't fuck wit' no police, especially after my dawg died
Tie a noose around this pig neck and leave a hog tied
Yeah they all lie
Bitch, what's the procedure when a gun in yo' cheek?
Pistol whip you 'til ya gums on ya teeth
I ain't stoppin' 'til this bitch broke, I'm tryin' to defund the police
This hoe really weak
Cause she the reason, that when we be turnin' up in the hood it be 20 police showin' up instead of one car
And y'all got the nerve to let this bitch have gun bars
That's disrespectful
To all the shooters in the venue, knowin' if a crime was to happen, n***as would have to hit you
And you know what got me pissed too?
Cause you the type of bitch that have to send muhfuckas out and make 'em think George Floyd was a threat
Yo' job is half the reason he ended up with a knee on his neck
You don't get no respect
How do you feel good sendin' out police to deescalate situations
Knowin' in the hood they shoot first and ask after the demonstration
Smack, this bitch is NYPD
Aw hell
She part of the reason that shit happened to Sean Bell
You a fuckin' sellout
I blame you for every time n***as in here have to bail out
I blame you for every time a muhfucka gotta hear a siren
I blame you for every time a mother cryin' cause the ambulance got there too late and her son end up dyin'
Bitch don't rap 'bout the streets cause you ain't never been in 'em
When we say, "Fuck the police", she can't say it, cause she be sendin' 'em
Bitch you is a dispatcher, I don't wanna hear no gangsta shit in yo' rhymes
Bitch you a dispatcher, it's yo' job to report crimes
Bitch you a dispatcher, I don't wanna hear you say none of that like, "Nah Gotti. You know what I'm sayin', I'm tough."
I don't wanna hear nothin' cause ain't shit tough
Bitch you a dispatcher, when 9-1-1 get called yo' drunk ass the one who pick up
Bitch you a dispatcher, you gon' kill me? No fuckin' way
Bitch you a dispatcher, you want us to believe you gon' kill me and make sure the ambulance on the way?
Bitch you a dispatcher
And y'all see, first round over this shit scary
They put yo' face on fans, after this it's gon' be on an obituary
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head-
[Round 2: Jaz The Rapper]
I had to hide Geechi's body, this n***a's been dead for days
Now his homies wanna slide for him cause they kinda scared of my ways
I'm low key thinkin' about Instagraming his face
Cause they don't know if they should fuck with me
But when I post Nut clarity gon' be made
I'm glad this ain't in L.A
Cause if it was I wouldn't trust it
Yeah you beat Mike P, but that gas was disgusting
You smoked him, but that's just Mike, that's seasoned, shit's sad boy
Ever since Mark done showed Mike Lawry he think he a Bad Boy
After this, you gon' need FBI to find me and [?] cause I don't look like I did it
So accusations flew right past her
N***a I will kill three of yo' homies, then two right after
You better ride for your Crips
You just called me a cop? BAOW! Now let's see if blue lives matter
I'm goin' dumb in here, we dumpin' here
When we 50, I'll still be dumpin', I don't fuckin' care
[?] I'm goin' to be shootin' this west n***a for 20 years
When you battled my sis', all I heard was, "Jaz, Jaz, Jaz", get off my dick
You gotta rectify it
N***a you said my name so much with Case' I thought you was testifying
Y'all see me on stage doin' dope, what else I gotta do to prove I'm not a cop?
Gotti 30? Damn, y'all can't boost a n***a? Y'all act like I ain't got a shot
N***a you hype you got an extra 50 from Drake? That n***a got a lot of money
But these guns is not a prop
Somebody tell Aubrey, 50 from this Drac' will get Champaign Papi's bottle popped
Geechi, you know what scuffs my Timbs?
You run E.F.B. right?
Where everybody at?
You scared n***as gon' stop ya reign?
Where Jerry been?
Where Magic been?
They out the loop, you not ashamed?
JC battle tomorrow, why you ain't get him on the card with you?
It's cause you selfish and you lame
He need class, you Steve Nash, you horrible handling a team n***a, you better in the game
But why when people say you predictable, you get mad?
N***a you can't take the truth?
Don't be mad at us the blame is you
N***as ran my cherry down to the ground, but you still talk about it cause you the type to go for low hangin' fruit
Geechi, you know what scuffs my Timbs?
Ya teeth
Why the fuck are they yellow?
Nothing about that is alright
You be rockin' Gucci, Dior, I like high fashion too, but why the fuck ya teeth off white
You got baby fangs and cavities, you okay with how you walk 'round?
Then got the nerve to tell people how to live, how dare you even talk down
You be braggin' like, "I'm three time Champion", n***a you worried 'bout the wrong crown
And, you be childhood shaming
He be like, "Whatchu know 'bout bein' 8 years old slidin' on the ops just for shootin' ya man?"
N***a nothin'
I was a normal kid that enjoyed peelin' glue off my hand
And you ain't even got no ops
You got shot by accident, in the ass
So that gangsta shit you preach is blasphemy
He the Crip swindler
He be lyin' talkin' 'bout, "My enemies are after me."
Ain't nobody after you Marcus
Y'all peep how I brought up Bad Boys earlier?
Shit get crazy, shit is ill
In the movie, Martin's name was "Marcus" and he got shot in the ass
Oh you think you a bad boy for real
But you know what I peep 'bout you Gotti?
You threatened to beat up Math, Snake Eyez, even Loaded Lux and I've been keepin' a tally
But you only this bully when you got your homies behind you and you battle in Cali
Cause in Virginia you hid behind that tree, you wasn't even half a bit rowdy
In Tampa, O-Red called you a "crab" you didn't even give him hands in the alley
I thought you was gon' drag him across the street
Leave him bleeding 'til the clown dead
N***a I was there
We partied through that whole city, but you was supposed to paint the town Red
Basically, you don't bully shit when you all alone
Y'all don't see what this Crip pull?
He uses his homies as a crutch, he ain't a stand up n***a on his own
But shoutout to the west
Y'all on top and I'm a hater so I don't like that
South, midwest, east coast, we gotta fight back
So fuck Dre Vishiss, fuck Danny, fuck Nitty, I'll up the Sig'
Ain't Lil' Slap E.F.B. too? I love the kids
But he can't say "Every Fuckin' Bar" he's just a kid
So I brought the FN (effin') for him, fuck them kids
And Real Name Brandon, I'll lace his weed
Now he actin' different, ain't no claim to fame no more
Y'all remember n***as used to sing out in the rain
RNB (R&B) ain't the same no more
After this, whoever want smoke, they can't challenge ya
Cause I'm at Every Fuckin' Bar like Frank Gallagher
But you went to jail for a week, right?
Stealin' out of Walgreens...
I know times get hard and all
But I don't care how hard times get for me Gotti, I'm never stealin' Tylenol
They used to beat yo' ass in jail and when you did do anything you ain't rep yo' set
You are not tough, you treated jail like Jenga
Cause when you pulled somethin' you was scared to pull your block up
I swear the shit is so sad, you soft with yo' hoe ass
I get why he hid behind a tree
(Why?)
He traumatized he can't control that
He went to jail for stealin' drugs and seen somebody stealin' Drugz
And he caught PTSD like, "I don't wanna go back."
When it's real, you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
I'ma tell y'all where he got that slogan from cause he been livin' a lie
My n***a, time
[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
I heard a couple n***as sayin' "facts" when she was sayin' that shit
We whoopin' y'all ass after this
FACTS!
Aye but look, she bring up the tree shit
But see, when Coffee wanted to whoop y'all bitches ass for sayin' stupid shit
And I made sure it didn't happen, at that moment I was a "super Crip"
I'm sayin', she talkin' crazy like we don't ride
The tree, I get it, cause them bitches was scared to branch off away from me and wouldn't (wood not) leave my side
Whoever did your hair for this battle didn't care for you
It's 4:30, you could've hit me fo' 30 inch bundles, this shit terrible
When you came out, I was kinda scared of you
Cause I know a bitch with a wig like that, ain't no tellin' what she prepared to do
She talkin' 'bout, "Gotti, I just came to rap and that's it."
Shut the fuck up you Saga lookin' ass bitch
All that touchin' and bumpin' last round? Bad fo' yo' health
Instead of lookin' like Saga, you need to act like Saga and keep yo' hands to yo'self
You know how bad that I felt when I found out you was a dispatcher?
I was fuckin' hot
Literally, my heart fuckin' dropped
I had dreams of you runnin' and duckin' shots
Had sheets on top of ya dead body
Finally see you upgrade from a dispatcher to an undercover cop
Speakin' of undercover, let's talk about this undercover hate that you got fo' yo' team
And how all this Bardashian love ain't really all that it seems
See, cause after O'fficial smoked you, you became an O hater
You only teamed up with her to soak up some of O flavor
You got mad that she really was the GOAT, you don't like being number two
So you created the Bardashians knowin' she was too fat to be Kim so she gotta be under you
And Casey a sucka too
Cause she know you ain't really her homie
There's plenty of interviews where you were sayin' she don't deserve to be WOTY
You fake and you phony
Every battle we see you on stage cheering and spazzin'
But you couldn't make it to support her in none of them tournament matches
Tell me what's crackin'?
She do somethin' you ashamed of?
It's like, ever since they started callin' her "the face' you changed up
Multiple interviews, they askin' you who to give a shot to, you ain't say her name once
All you do is play dumb
Don't tell me that "I don't battle my friends" shit
Cause her and O'fficial battled and they put on a classic
See you need yo' ass whipped
You don't like to see yo' sister shine
Didn't they just have a big ass battle on Remy Ma card in New York? Ain't that the city that you reside?
Ain't this bitch from Brooklyn?
Ain't that where the fuck you stay?
You decided to take a vacation on the Bardashian's biggest day?
Them vacation hours you get from yo' job, you couldn't pick a different date?
Them foreigners who be flyin' you out to fuck them n***as couldn't wait?
Look at these bitches face
I'ma tell 'em that shit is not cool, ain't nothin' straight
I'ma tell y'all why she don't like bein' on stage when they rap
Cause even that Jaz face can't hide the fuckin' hate
Bitch you don't never wanna congratulate
You told Casey to "break a leg" and look...nothin' left to say
Now she's sellin' phones with pictures on the back of the case
I'ma tell y'all how that's really gay and expose the hate
She got tired of hearin' Case was the face
Fuck around and put her face on a Case
You a fuckin' disgrace
I don't care if it's the bar she spit or when she post a pic, stop gassin' it
Battle rap from looks to her bars, she below average
Imagine if she actually did battle all of the killers
Y'all would've think she did that
But O'fficial smoked her, she still ain't get no get back
Y'all say she top five and how she so in but I don't get that
When there's still battles she hasn't did yet MyVerse and Fit and Couture, you would've think she did that
I mean listen, there's a couple of new girls that claim she lacin' 'em but it's all a front like a wig cap
See, there's a couple of battles that's still hangin' over her head, she need closure from and that's big facts
Bitch, you still ain't had a decent wig yet
And Gotti got bundles
This bitch could've banged my line
If my prices was too high you could've come over to suck my dick, prolly would've changed my mind
Just don't waste my time
Cause I know you fuck for bars, that's how you got into that shit with QP wasn't it?
He claimed it was just head but we know he said that to say that image you love coverin'
Truth is, you had QP all in that pussy like you was smugglin'
I'm done with it
Her whole image is bein' so innocent, but tell y'all the truth, Watson is the only one we knew about
You might've gave him stupid clout but there's a list of top tiers who you be chewin' out
Oh, she ain't want y'all- yeah exactly, cause these fans think you some kind of trophy
But n***as like me know deep down you got mo' bodies than Yoshi
Oh she, ain't want y'all to know she be suckin' Surf dick just be callin' him "bro"
Y'all sayin' "Aw" cause y'all actually thought it befo'
You'se a true thot
We ain't gotta talk about the battle rap bodies that you got
But we all know you've have The Wave in ya mouth like the food hot
Fool stop
Can y'all tell this fool to stop lyin' 'bout her body count?
News flash, if you fucked a n***a, even if they don't know about it, bitch the body count
I highly doubt I could even lose to Jaz when I get paid more
Even if I don't get my second half, all the merch sold out so I already made more
I'm talkin' 'bout the EFB gone, I done did a live podcast, meet and greets, club appearances, and that's really what I came for
See you a lame whore, remember you told me 5K was the most you ever get?
I told you I spent that on a light day
You wanna be like Bay
Cause no matter how much they convinced you this major bitch
Behind closed doors you barely even makin' rent to pay yo' rent
In battle rap she like, "Gotti I'm always the main event but I leave the venue and I ain't content
Cause I rap my heart out but Smack and them barely gave me shit."
But they paid you didn't they?
So you should be sayin' "Thank you" bitch
All them different n***as you done fucked
And they just had you leavin' lookin' dumb
All them different n***as you done fucked
But I'm the only Nut you actually benefit from
I told you how to market yo'self and yo' brand so you can get the type of money you make and equate that
I told you not to take no bullshit money from a league you don't want, don't take that
Yeah bitch, you stupid as shit
I even told you how much to charge URL for this battle, you owe me 20%
Make her rap
Cause when it's real, you can
(You can see it in they eyes
Go 'head make n***as believe them lies
Time)

[Round 3: Jaz The Rapper]
When people say you lost a battle, you cry on Twitter to convince us that you didn't
Don't even think about tryin' it
See, I've been chillin'
But if I see somethin' I don't like I'm firin'
Cause they gon' say I won, you might try to sway the polls, I'm eyeing it
So if you decide to tamper (Tampa) Bay, this Tom' comin' out of retirement
I'll pop some shit
I'll drop some shit
I'm tryin' to overkill so I don't care if I'm over Bay, he'll get the TECs (text) for no reason, I'm a toxic bitch
And JR, I'll catch you at the show, and get to shootin' like a movie role
My Spanish hitter will get him shot in the back like Ricky, I call him Rubio
Now this n***a lookin' for somewhere to hide like, "Jaz! I thought I was Gucci bro!"
Shit remind me of Maury I'll have that cameraman runnin' through the whole studio
NoStudioN? That's ya brand?
You makin' bread off of shit I already live
N***a I was 13 recordin' in the basement, I've been no studioing since a kid
Every day you go on that podcast and rant about shit you don't like, shit is all bad
But they let you get away with bitchin' like a girl cause you call that shit a podcast
You got these n***as brainwashed, just cause you do that "lyrical tough" shit
I mean, we know you went to college but why we ain't know the Compton Crip go for Criminal Justice?
I mean Smack, who did a background check on this man?
I swear you really be pickin' 'em
I know you ain't graduate, but if you call me "a snitch" you was just a snitch in trainin'
You my twin and 'em
I'm 'bout to shake shit, now that wasn't my major, but I went to school for the same shit
You learn about verdicts, felons, misdemeanors, I know the biz
Y'all wanna know my verdict? I think he done fell in some shit
Cause y'all think mister meaner (misdemeanor) than he is
I do (due) process that you a Crip, but that don't make you exempt still
Them gangsta claims caught up with you, but I won't judge, you the best still
N***a I'll rob you for your jewelry, then move on to the next drill
That's kill some C's and assist (cease & desist) Casey and O for they next kills
When you battle my sis'.....you did amazin'
I ain't come here to hate
I came to dance with a great
But now we know where the fuck you learn how to handle a Case
When it's real, you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
Whole time I thought you learned that from these gangsta goons
But when it's real you can tell, you can see it in they eyes, n***a those is techniques we learned from the interrogation rooms
You a fraud and everything you rep screams that
I can't believe I didn't doubt you
Geech is a language from the south
Gotti is a n***a from NY, ya whole alias is a clout move
And you always wear Yankee hats, why don't you wear the state that housed you
N***a ya name "Mark" bein' a mark is the only Cali thing about you
N***a you'se a bitch!
You was scared Casey Jay was doin' voodoo
N***a you'se a bitch!
You beg celebs every event, they don't ask for 'em, you do
N***a you'se a bitch!
You only fuck with Hustle cause she ya ops op', that ain't somethin' dudes do
N***a you'se a bitch!
Ya only battle rap beefs is with Coffee and NuNu
Mad cause now they let you on her live
They way you ran to be in female beef you could've torn your ACL
Actin' like she broke ya heart
I ain't seen a n***a mad at NuNu like that since ATL
And you and Coffee had words on Twitter
Why you always arguin' with women online you got flaws that I'ma
Check
Serena won 23 Grand Slam titles, that's the only Compton bitch I wanna see go back and forth across the 'net
And you told O you would slap her if she was a man
That threat was pretty weird
Cause all she did was mention the tree
See that shit hurts you and it's clear
When that video dropped I thought you'd get canceled, you lucky you even here
I know you don't play overseas, but ask OJ Mayo, fuckin' with them trees could've ended ya career
Smack, this ya face?
As soon as I got that call I said, "It's lit for him"
After this they gon' say a Brooklyn bitch fucked up the face more than Lil' Kim
Now I'm 'bout to tell y'all somethin'
And I hope after this I hope I'm forgiven and you still love me
See, I ain't never fucked a Crip before
But one night I was lit in LA and I was just tryin' to get some cutty
This when I knew that Crip shit was in him
He said I gotta throw up "C's" while he fuck me
So I'm ridin' and asked if you liked it, the n***a said, "On Nutty"
I just knew you 'bout to cum, as far as strokes, you got like two more
But then he stopped right before he nutted, then he left, this n***a's so Crip he wouldn't blew (blue) balls
But what happened with you and Miss "Get Comfortable"?
Y'all was Mr. and Mrs. West Coast
Y'all made Cali look good
N***a you sad and you a joke
The timing was perfect, y'all could brag and y'all could boast
It makes my skin burn, nervous intern, you dropped Coffee when it mattered the most
That was yo' sis'
If Casey or O ain't want somebody at they shit, I'd have made them bitches leave
She just ain't want [?] and her friends at the battle, you should accommodate her needs
But I get it, he thought if he kicked 'em out, that somebody would call the cops up
But remember, he's traumatized, and the last time he took RX out a buildin' his dumb ass got locked up
And when it's real, you can tell, you can see it in the eyes
Go 'head make n***as believe them lies
My n***a time

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
She said, "Geechi went to school for criminal justice", that shit was so basic
The whole hood up here, I ain't doin' no fakin' or hoe claimin'
They know I just had got out at 16, that shit is documented for an attempted murder
I'll take whatever class the judge told me to get out of jail and probation
Bitch you'se a clown and y'all all Gary's
The first place I went to when I got locked up was the law library
They don't understand that though
But she's a witness
They don't understand that if you know more about the law then you can actually beat the system
And I didn't even understand that shit either
Ah well, I went to school for like three months, came back, did a burglary and went right back to jail
My whole life fail
But now I'm back on stage
And I ended up seein' this bitch in a Black Compass interview
And she was lookin' kinda pretty too
I was actually thinkin' 'bout puttin' some dick in you
And then I was like, "What the fuck is that on her wall? A Timberland boot?"
I'm like, "She's gotta be some confused little thot."
You got a Timberland boot on yo' wall in yo' room
That must be symbolizing the first pair of boots that was knocked
But you know what I thought when I really watched?
I'm like, "Ain't no bitch who got her own shit livin' like that."
Can't be
Cause ain't no n***a finna come to no bitch crib and see boots on the wall and stay like, bitch is your crazy?
So then I'm like, "This bitch still livin' in her childhood kid room."
You mean to tell me you still live with yo' parents?
You don't got yo' own spot?
You not a leaser or a renter?
"Big Bag Jaz" is actually "Little Bedroom Magenta"
You a fuckin' pretender
You ain't suppose to move out yo' parents house 'til it's time to
And it's time to
What? You mean to tell me that cop salary don't pay so well?
How is you up here in designer fits, good wigs and long nails
But you payin' for a room at mom's crib like her shit a motel
Hoe tell (hotel) me why you such a flawed ass bitch
You mean to tell me even when you not on stage, you preppin', schemin', all that shit
Cause you actually gotta come up with an angle to tell yo' parents how you ain't got rent this month but they see the new Burberry that you bought
You actually schemin' 'bout sneakin' n***as in yo' room without gettin' caught
Just like I thought, this bitch a fuckin' square
Soon as they tell her she can't have no company, she go to her room and start punchin' the air
Fuckin' clown
Practicin' all that stage presence when she get too loud her mama screamin', "Hold it down!"
You 30 plus, livin' with yo' parents should be your last fuckin' route
Eazy, don't you be on Bel-Aire?
Call Uncle Phil to kick this bitch Jaz out the house
I'm finna spaz without a doubt
Cause I get it now
Your dispatcher job, you work the night shift
That's the only place you can get calls after 10:00
Yeah, you a fuckin' bum to me
You right, I got NoStudioN, The Riot, my own whips, my own cribs, I live comfortably
This bitch don't know nothin' 'bout havin' her own businesses
Whole life she was told she shouldn't have no company
You can't fuck wit' me
You a bum to me, so when they say she a top 5 bitch, not to me
Every conversation like that I'm leavin' you out
I don't believe nothin' you rap about
Not even a doubt
How y'all gon' sit here and watch her scream in my face, she can't even scream in the house
I'm just sayin', y'all praise the bummiest bitches, that shit is weird
Imagine the top rapper females supposed to be role models
Imagine Remy Ma livin' with her mom and drinkin' beer
Shit is weird
Smack, I don't give a fuck how much her and Surf write together
I don't want you to book this bitch no mo' 'til she get her life together
Because in reality, you the type of bitch that I steer past
You told the story half way
I remember it vividly what happened when I was 'bout to fuck yo' weird ass
This bitch right here, was tryin' to give me some pussy
But then she start actin' weird as shit
I'm tryin' to smash she keep talkin' 'bout she hearin' shit
Like what the fuck is you hearin'?
Bitch start blurtin' out battle rap slogans
I'm like, "This some weird ass shit but fuck it I'll start back strokin'"
This bitch talkin' 'bout Tay Roc voice "That's light!"
I'm like, "What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout bitch. That's pipe."
Aye, she start givin' me that long head
I'm damn near fallin' off the bed
She givin' me that two-hand twist with the slow grind
But she backed up like, "But n***a. This just a preview. You finna get this shit in 3D too. So it's showtime!"
Aye, then she start grippin' my shit, lookin' at my nuts all strange
She like, "Geechi, you know it's two words after this. Ball Game."
Aw man
She had one nut in her mouth, she started to gargle
She looked up like Surf in that Roc battle and said, "Don't look so startled."
Aye, I'm like, "Keep on suckin', I like what you doin' then."
This bitch jumped up ran somewhere
Like, "You wanna finish fuckin'? Guess what room I'm in!"
Then the bitch start ridin' the n***a crazy, I'm like, "Cuz stop."
She's still goin' I'm like, "Bitch stop."
She like, "Huh?"
I'm like, "I know you fuckin' heard me."
This bitch STILL goin'
I'm like, "Aight bitch. JERSEY!"
She like, "Geechi don't worry I don't make n***as nut 'til it's time to."
I'm like, "It's time to."
I was surprised too
Cause I'm in that bitch lookin' like, "This shit gotta be a mirage"
Pulled out my dick, nutted on her face like, "When it's real, you can tell, you can see it in ya eyes."
N***a time