Casey Jay vs. Viixen the Assassin

[Round 1: Casey Jay]
I been trying to do better, but it was the fans that made you my rival
This feeling is vital, after these verses, it’s gonna be hard to revive you
You’re getting smoked, they gon’ wish I just did Jakk and took a page out the Bible
‘Cause the chances I let you live, it’s no way,
You’ll either play dead or every nigga walking get hit, this my ho phase
‘Cause I ain’t here to be nice with her, I want to fight with her, I’ll beat out the life in ya Yeah, I’ma get right with ya, it’s like she used Ciara’s Prayer, you got the right nigga
We could have did this in Milwaukee, it don’t matter the place
I would have put hands up in the middle of the meal, I forgot to say grace
Then gats’ll get raised, it’s a stickup, give it up
Don’t act brace, pull out cans in front of her house, it’s trash day
I told Viixen when I see her it’s on sight, back page
‘Cause when bitches step in front of me, it get real for ‘em
You gon’ have to suffer from the side effects if you’re the one that I peel on
You’re someone I’ll steel on, after we scrap it’s still on so the steel for ‘em
It’s your birthday weekend? Well you can die on your birthday, stillborn
Ever since, Geechi told me get my kid and play, y’all act like that ain’t something I do
See I love my baby boy but mama got to have a life too
But you, have three, so I hope you’re protecting your nest
‘Cause I’ll be dumping the clip, I’ll pull a magnum out the backseat, “Jodie, what the fuck is this?”
You got three kids and three baby daddies? Bitch, what the fuck is your plan?
Why are you taking this chance? It’s not smart for you to risk/uterus getting bust in again
You heard, Viix? That’s my word, bitch
Push another baby boy, *baow*, hit your cervix, a nerve hit
Why? ‘Cause I’m Uno, reverse, reverse, turn skip
Bitch, you are just another wild card, for you I ain’t got to draw shit but, I forgot the game changed, man
If I can make up my own rules it would be for me and you to exchange hands
You’re about to be dead, fam
I’ll have Viixen’s pussy ass in a box, it’s not a webcam
You got the weakest setups, you just scream your bars to make it seem like you’re beasting
Your flow and performance took you a whole decade of critiquing, and even now you’re just decent
You lack loyalty, I wouldn’t tell you a secret, no, you can’t keep your mouth closed, ‘cause I got it leaking
They unleashed the demon, Viixen, what the fuck was you thinking?
I used to fuck with you but now that we’re beefing I ain’t speaking
Muzzle the nose, *too too*, you get that silent treatment
But wait, I never asked for Smack to call me ‘The Face’
But you don’t mind saying you don’t care what Smack say, but I bet you care what Smack pay
Bitch, do you know who signs your checks?
He took your career out the dumpster
Bitch, you don’t show no respect?
I’m finally at you, trying to hide won’t help, blade, split her in half
Bitch, you should have never got beside yourself
‘Cause lord as my witness, before last year you was overlooked more than those terms and conditions
Kings vs. Queens, you got that call and was flattered
‘Cause you ain’t never appealed to the mass as a rapper
They used you to occupy space and that’s the fact of the matter
You get it? Shit’s madness, you occupy space but don’t matter to the masses
So who are you going to turn to a believer?
I heard nothing but dreams come to a sleeper
Rusty switchblade, I’m trying to wedge something between her
And when it rose on stage, that’s another bitch dead, Selena
You’re mean, I’m meaner, I know that aggression is all fake
I’m all in your space, statute of limitations, it’s too late to try Case, I’m irate
‘Cause it’s no honor amongst thieves, you stole bars from your sis?
Bitch y’all supposed to be ebony and ivory, a white person stealing from a black, the irony
That night we fucked, you said you wrote all your bars, but, you lied to me
So I’m shooting with this motion, been waiting for this moment
Both you bitches down, Hustle on the ground with her chest open ‘cause Viix on it
I was supposed to be gang, you changed and she mad ‘cause she gave you the gas
This getting like Coffee vs. Hustle, I don’t know which one of you bitches to blame
This shit is a shame, they got you feeling you elite? And that’s crazy
Bitch, play me, how you on varsity if you ain’t made it past J, V, no maybe
Bitch, you’re getting dragged tonight, and I’ll do myself like I don’t want to ask ‘em twice
Who told you to take this, bitch? Bad advice
You not gon’ get the win, but you gon’ get these bragging rights
‘Cause when I address shit, bitch, do you know what’ll happen? I’ma kill you in fashion
You’re getting knocked off your high horse, I got this polo assassin
I show no compassion, it’s gon’ be air that you’re gasping
‘Cause she’s a person who impersonates, but I know the person this person ain’t
Leg shot, leg shot, I’m trying to coordinate, then a shot connect to her stomach, I make her core relate
That last time, we ain’t battled ‘cause your dad’s funeral, it’s yours today
‘Cause the only thing our fathers had in common was both they’re names were David
RIP to them ‘cause losing a father is not fun
Yours died to cancer, mine died by a gun
While mine was rushing to get treated, yours had a chance in treatment
I ain’t get to say bye, you was with yours when he was last breathing
You still grieving? Well I’ma put you out your misery, bitch, now go greet him

[Verse 1: Viixen the Assassin]
Mad I didn’t get Woman of the Year ass bitch
‘I won the fan vote’, so! Don’t nobody want to hear that shit
Nah, tell us that’s your belt, girl, ride for your shit
Now you’re up here battling me, ready to die for this shit
If that was me, I would have smoked the whole panel and anyone that sided with them
What happens in a black household when you don’t get the belt? Bitch, you should have been outside with the switch
We’re finally face-to-face now, I’m finally facing the Face now
K-Dot called you the Face now, since you call yourself the Face now
Rough sex in the bedroom, I’m ‘bout to leave the Face down
Bitch, they came to see me, you’re just taking up floor space
Gun to the back of her skull, make her core shake
Your neck jerk, it slide to the base, for foreplay
Then I put a bird on this box, like Corn Flakes
Ain’t shit sweet about this white girl, I’m not strawberry shortcake
Who thought this bitch was a threat to me?
Tool on me, I will murder this bitch, aggressively
.38 fresh out the box, it’s a collectors’ piece
I might as well be a caregiver, I know what the special needs
Stop testing me, saying that you’re better, I done had it with that
The State vs. Tsu Surf, I’m dropping Case faster than that
Catch a blast to the back, or a dome pop
One shot’ll lift the Face like botox
How you the Face and ain’t secure a Summer Madness or NOME spot?
Look at you, ‘cause they know you gon’ lose every fuckin’ time they booking you
Real women know the face don’t keep a man, the cooking do
This bitch a fool, you was raised good, why you up here trying to play hood?
I can’t take this, make it make sense
This Volume must be laced with fentanyl ‘cause she ready to die poppin’ that fake shit
Casey you’s a bitch and I’m ‘bout to make you sit like one
Everybody want to be a big shot, ‘til they get hit by one
Her brain splatter, they catching brain matter
That’s the Face on they face, it’s a parallel universe and I’ma dog you in it
Head shot like Training Day, I’m putting Case on all you bitches
Jay, Jay, Jay, all you motherfuckers, Jay, Jay, all you motherfuckers, Jay!
I’m not leaving evidence in place, I can’t risk it with mistakes
If she go to the law after I hit Case with this judge, the judge gon’ hit me with a case
This bitch is gon’ Crazy Crazy Crazy, just thinking she can beat me, that’s a no-no
All My Life, I been better than you: bars, performance, and promo
Every fucking interview, You Bring Me Up, like I’m some type of ho, bro
If we got beef we got beef, Forever My Lady, don’t let me catch you solo
‘Cause I’ll have this four-five backing up Casey/K-Ci like JoJo
You Bardashian bitches think y’all so cold
A group full of average bitches who think they looks intimidate
I mean you look the best but that’s ‘cause there’s barely shit to rate
On a scale of one through ten, .357 in the face
You hang with bitches that ain’t got kids, trying to do what they do
Move how they move, that should be illegal always drinking Casa but never at the casamigo
We know, the truth hurts, it ain’t no way in saying it nice
You treat your son as a mistake, to kick it with those bitches you be abusing your rights
What do Geechi Gotti and her baby daddy have in common? Both nuts ruined her life That shit got me tight, your kid always with his dad
That man needs some motherfuckin’ help
You’re going so hard for Woman of the Year when your son lack discipline
You worried about the wrong motherfuckin’ belt
That title got me backlash, hatred, they acting like I didn’t hold mine
That made me want to say fuck the belt, resort to violence, load nines
Poles rise, make domes fly
Caitlyn Jenner, yeah, I got Woman of the Year, but I had a dick the whole time
Wait, am I supposed to pause when I say those lines?
Alright, well let’s rewind to when they tried to play me, the fact’s sickening
I got WOTY then they made up a title for you, that’s ignant
How you the leading lady with barely any stats when the bodies don’t match the Face, what? This bitch is catfishing
Drunk Smack called you the face, then you got 40
Drunk Smack called you the face, then she got 40
Drunk Smack called you the face, then you got 40, yet you was never that good
What’s all this called for?
Then it came out who she was fuckin’
Makes sense why behind the scenes they was going so hard for her
They literally made us fuck with you, now when you rap we’re all bored
Mandatory vaccination, they gave you the shot but it was all forced
No replay value, believability, your performance rookie
Half the time they not sleep on you they’re going to sleep on you
You got the crowd snoring, pussy
Like a bitch that only lay on her back during sex, what I say
You boring pussy
We see you at all the events, you don’t be writing down tips?
That’s what got me rattled
At battles present on every stage but ain’t got no stage presence when you battle
Top tier, where? But you can barely move solo
McDonald’s and female battle rap both got the face of a clown as they logo

[Round 2: Casey Jay]
I’m glad that you came to put up a fight
‘Cause I’ma put you in a bag, I’m taking your life
Bitches swear they cold ‘til I slam ‘em on this ground
And this round, I’m just breaking the ice
What we did back in Atlanta, it’s our business and that’s facts
I just think it’s childish you shave and don’t wax so, you choose
Get MAC’d up or get snubbed down
I left you sleeping in a wet spot once, déjà vu, it’s blood now
Champion, I ain’t mad at the position you placed
I just remember that one night I was trying to position your face
I even let you come first, the same way you did in that race
That’s why you’re talking to me street because I rode on your…wait
It was a childish mistake
I’m just saying if they sat you on that throne, who really on top if I sat on your face
First females on a Volume, well if you’re here for Viixen let me know it now
‘Cause I’ll get to spacing, then Astroworld, there’s bodies dropping in the crowd
I’ll do you foul, I’m not impressed, you’re not a threat
You got drive but you should have turned this Volume down like you was looking for the right address
Try your best, your time ticking, you got two eyes and your name’s Viixen
Well, bitch, listen: we can run the fade, I’m not tripping
Let’s see if she can spell her name right, when she lean with her eye missing
It gets vicious; Viixen, I’ma put you in a bad spot
It’s like your face in poverty, ‘cause your jaw broken, you have knots
Grab matics, gun butt, crack the bitch up, then laugh at it
This is past passion, said you could beat me, I’m mad at it
In no event could you kill me, but you get a stamp for taking a stab at it
This for keepsakes
They booked this bitch from the Mil’ for low, she’s just a cheap date
After this nobody gon’ ask for you, Cassidy vs. Freeway
But y’all had her up in the polls? She a Viixen and Assassin
I never seen her up on a pole or upping the pole, how do y’all believe what she say?
Said I lose, well I ain’t giving the bitch leeway
‘Cause I don’t want to hear that shit, who the fuck is the DJ?
I ain’t got replay value? That’s what she say
Funny coming from a bitch who took ten years to get on this stage
If we rewind your whole career you were a reject
Can’t count how many styles you had to replace
I can’t, relate, you don’t get the picture well let me, reframe
Bitch, stop it, it’s all a story, I been snapping
But it’ll get real if these spray, but this clip the kind you can’t replay
So think straight, after ten years they finally believing you?
And they only gave you me just to see if you can see it through
I already passed her, why would I preach to you?
The piece to you
And you’re about to die for my sins, what would Jesus do?
Bitch, who are you fooling? They gassed you vs. Flamez, shit had me fuming
They gassed you vs. DNA, still had you losing
And they knew I’d wind up eating a cracker like I was taking communion
So fuck is we doing? See I already was a problem for you
You won one battle but like Mike you got lucky with shoe
That battle with Loso, well that was something to laugh about
I was holding my belly; bitch, you buns, you couldn’t even take that pastor out
You savage how? You ain’t work for yours
I made Twork choke three rounds; bitch, you just twork for Norbes
So compare my year to yours, I’m the reason we’re right here
‘Cause I’m the one with the poise
It speaks volumes, bitch, I was the one making the noise
So I don’t think that the broad worthy, time to push her shit back
Daylight savings, it’s about to get dark early
You’re losing today, you a con, Viix, losing the case
Blade split her up, she Stevie, losing her faith
Drake, make her look crazy like, “fuck you doing with Ye?”
It’s true when I say it was never about a title for me
I was just killing shit period and it became a cycle to me
And it’s that time again so expect to see blood dropping from V
But first, let’s just put it all on the table
I’m like a good friend about to take your pic ‘cause, bitch, I know all of your angles
All you’re gon’ do is name flip after name flip, Case that and Case this
That’s lame sis, [?] creative, watch how I paint this
Madam, you are not on my radar if we refer to a level you’re in the basement
Madam, radar, refer, level - wow, all them words is spelled the same flipped just like how you rap
‘Cause don’t matter how you put it, it’s still the same shit
Oh, you mad? ‘Cause I told them what’s real
You gon’ have a bunch of Case flips, but do you want to see Case flip
Deal or no deal
Rap

[Round 2: Viixen the Assassin]
Top Tier Case; bitch, you named yourself that
Fuck you thought I was gon’ do: chill out, hide?
They said Case is on the rise
So is COVID and I’m still outside
You talked all that shit online, we had to settle that
Y’all see how shit change when the Face booked ‘cause she met her match
Don’t make me mad, I don’t need no provoking
Anybody think the Face cut like that know they jokers
Which bitch get the stick, Hocus Pocus
I’ll catch her home alone and put hands on her face, Macaulay Culkin
You beat people that’s known for choking
Then you fold when a real one come for you
It’s up for you, I’m too much for you
The hospital better make room, like ‘Excuse me, coming through’
You better find an exit strategy if you don’t want exit wounds
It’s ‘bout to get wild, we already seen that car whippin’
You better sit down or next it’s Case out the window, like a mistrial
I been wild, I wake up and choose violence every day, I don’t miss shit
I’m talking 24 hours of smoke, like a brisket
She gon’ need a dentist, mouth shot how I end shit
Smell her reeking with a fucked up grill, like Ms. Fit
How much weight can your face bench, bitch?
We don’t know if you’s a man that looks like a woman or a woman that looks like a man, it’s sad to know,
Who face more buff: her or Calicoe?
I know this random, bro, but I been hitting the gym lately
When this stomach get flat and this ass stay fat, I don’t want to hear none of that
Damn, Viixen fine talking
Plus they say the camera add ten pounds, so I got to get this nine off me
She won’t make the cut, what's she taking blunt
Stick and twist it, I’m trying to break her gut
Soon as they stitch her and fix her and tape her up
New evidence found (*twtt*), I’ll bring Case back up
She make it to the hospital but it’s too late
Family suing for malpractice, the doctors ‘bout to lose Case
I’m too great, all I need is one shot, watch blood start pouring out
Glad I didn’t miss case, they would have put a warrant out
Certainly don’t bring up murder and caught giving a first degree
You gon’ need care urgently, bullets go in Case and end Case
Call the ambulance in case of emergency
They said she cuckoo and do voodoo, if I look her in her eyes I might get impaired
Cinderella story, bitch, I will put a poke on a stare
Don’t act like I care, I’m insane, you can’t imagine the direction
I’ll show up to [?] and batter you in seconds
Chainsaw, they gon’ find the last of her midsections
Skin the head, what a face, it’s a massacre in Texas
If this miss Case everything getting dropped
No time for rebuttals, I took everything off the top
Everything in a box
Like those young girls with they shirts, everything getting cropped
How the fuck are you a Bardashian but they named you the Jenner out the group?
It’s ‘cause they’re everything that you’re not
Bitch, they could have at least called you Khloe ‘cause you fucking owe them everything that you got
You know it got to stop, you’re mom coming to every battle with you, y’all thinking it’s cool
I’m thinking it’s wack, ‘cause see, J, you say some foul shit when you’re rapping
Where I’m from if I even cuss in front of my mama I’m getting my shit slapped
Your mom trying to know fashion, my mom old-fashioned, we made different
You like to get loud, I like to bow, we literally raise different
They tripping, you always need a babysit and she always with you trying to kick it and babysit, I see how y’all move
Geechi, this must be the sequel, this mama only worried about the house party, too
Let’s go

[Round 3: Casey Jay]
Look, they brought murder to an assassin
Bitch, it’s just me and you
But I been noticing the things you do
You’ve revamped so many lines and reconstruct them to make it [?] new
So if you’re going over lines, why would I have boundaries for you?
It’s no mercy, here’s where I make a lie
Kill [?] speaking of feelings, yeah, I’ma spill her guts
I got options when I peel the gun, the shit’s dope, [?] getting overdosed
[?] want the MAC mil’ or what? [?] call your bluff
In front of me they all choke up, so watch how you breath in this place
[?] watch how you’re speaking on Case
If I feel a way I’ma really hurt you in here
One in the back of V, that’s a spare, but these is a pair
Which one of you [?] it’s up in the air
You knew this battle was gon’ get you murked
I’m putting skeletons in the ground, now to get the scoop on you they’re [?] dig up dirt
Nothing you say gon’ work, watch your mouth if you really want to live
Or it’s probably cause, the twelve coming in your crib
Listen, Vickie, I knew the chances you’d black literally fifty-fifty
So I wouldn’t gamble with this
What number to use on her? [?] taking my pick
And when I say I hit lotto, that’s short for I caught a black and white bitch
Your dad white, he raised you, but you act like someone you’re not
You told EK you grew up in a black household
I bet you did, daddy probably turned in his spot
You won Woman of the Year in [?], wait eight fucking months for them to give you your belt
Bitch if you grew up in a black household your mama would have told you, bitch, go get it yourself
Be sick of yourself ‘cause you took it too far, V
[?] you don’t know who you are, V
Need to bring the white out, correct the errors you been yelling out
Or I bet she blackout if I decide to push her melon in
It’s hell you’re in, I’m beating your ass, you’re not fine
Black and white, Jussie Smollett, I’m on stage in a hate crime
After I off white it’s nothing you can tell me
She Virgil, died, [?] worked hard for this L, V
So why try with me, would I let her live is what [?] all dying to see
But this is juvenile detention, your bars minor to me
I’m schooling you, how you think you get by me?
I won’t stand for it, you’re out your league, it’s ob-, V
But before Bardashians cosigned me
I was main eventing over you before O and Jaz was standing behind me
So it’s time to put this white bitch on the news
I go from Casey to Zac Stacy
This bitch getting tossed all over the room
You should have been more smarter, have her hooked up to cords
Now trying to stay alive is much harder
Head shot, she ‘bout to die, her apple draining; ay, you got an iPhone charger?
Listen, as far as Woman of the Year I should have [?] number one spot
[?] and politics is somebody white at the top
I [?] by triple, that prize money came from my fans, hope you made use of it
I ain’t saying you owe me but, bitch, I’m ‘bout to recoup some shit
It’s lit still, I been waiting for this kill
Got the big steel, if that don’t get you then this will
Blade out, get to swiping on Viixen, it’s Tip Drill, bitch, chill
You could never give ‘em this feel
You could do a whole three sixty on stage, still wouldn’t be a good deal
You and I would have to swap scores for this [?]
You could never be this real
I knew you wouldn’t live up to WOTY, the bitch ain’t live up to her name still
Viixen the Assassin? You got a face ass but look at the gut
I don’t know a vixen that would let Norbes hit but you gave him the…
Viixen the Assassin? [?] it ain’t fit you, damn
I would think an assassin would [?]...
Viixen the Assassin? You have no body and no bodies, that’s worse
Bitch, you don’t even have a good body of work
You was Woman of the Year, could have had anyone that you want
While I was the real assassin going out on the hunt
I drill a ho since she’s putting on a front
DC sniper, I got an assassin in the trunk
So let’s be direct, [?] acting bias for you, fam
Fuck a belt, if I win an award I need an Oscar, ‘cause I got a body on my hands
You ain’t shit to me, I never dig a bitch who lack dignity
Gun like a stigma, everywhere I go it sticks with me
And I’ll ring off on a ho, this wasn’t meant to be
Where the fuck is Hustle? Go get your big sis for me

[Round 3: Viixen the Assassin]
I been arguing with this bitch for a year about who’s the dopest
Steady going back and forth over the net, fuck is this the US Open?
No joking, let’s get it then, I’ll put you in a hospital
Your broken bones giving in
Docs got to pray for you, now it’s the Wimbledon
Casey Wallace, I told ‘em crowd or no crowd, either way this bitch pressed
We could have did this last month in Oakland
I still would have got this bitch stressed
I would have caught Wallace out in traffic
It would have been a big death
You been battling all year to get to me
Okay, they gassed you up to try and take me out, so I won’t play
Y’all see how they built up Case, to prove you was a white girl killer, now you owe, J
No way, it’s not enough evidence to prove you cold, Case
I seen you versus 40, boring, it was so plain
Bitch, I would have flipped off on Car’, like road rage
Your sisters gave you that gas then let you get dragged?
I would have slumped that bitch
They put a battery in your back and you still had trouble starting Car’
Y’all should have jumped that bitch
No delivery, no performance, basic, boring
Your career gon’ be sitting in the same spot
You called 40 homeless but you’re the one living in the same box
It got to stop, soon as you get some [?], your feelings be mad, hurting
You had one decent win, now you think you’re in demand, worthy
Bitch, you beat Swamp
We expected every punch to land dirty
Or we can talk about Twork and Prep and how Twork ain’t Prep
Compare Prep to Twork, they both choked, Prep and Twork
We don’t give a fuck that you beat Prep and Twork
If you ask us, the whole time Prep was Twork
You was in the tournament, you didn’t win the tournament
That’s mad wrong
That’s like eating the pussy without getting the pussy
It’s nothing to brag on
Two wins against two chokes got you feeling unstoppable?
We all watched your head get big-ger; bitch, I didn’t even think that was possible
You was runner up for WOTY, runner up for Ultimate Madness
Yet you’re always bragging, what’s this coming to?
I don’t care if you’re from Texas, flexing, I’m still running through
Bitch, you could have showed up with Austin Powers,
You’re still number two, we don’t fuck with you
You lack skill and level, chrome gun to her mouth, the deal is settled
Since you brag about second place so much, you should be used to this silver metal
Your whole team get killed in seconds, all you hos tweaking out
Shots his O’fficial core, it ain’t shit we got to speak about
Catch Jaz, bullets hit her teeth and scalp
You gon’ call out of work then call back in ‘cause she bleeding out
I’ll kill all you bitches, same time, same gun, believe me
Get greasy, they ain’t seen a bald head with this many female bodies since…
Yo Beasley, ever since y’all gave me this bitch, I should have dubbed that
Y’all see how I’m stepping on J, the club packed
It’s bugged that she don’t work hard for every booking, she get him hard for every booking
Then want to come up here and call me some rookie
Don’t say I’m white trash ‘cause the nigga that do the trailer parks in your pussy
Pull out your pussy facts, Casey, ain’t no hiding that
Anybody want to marry J, I oblige to that
Even the fans get her pants, this shit is outrageous, Isley Brothers
Any Mr. Biggs gon’ get in between the sheets with this bitch bound to catch something contagious
I’m greatness, you had to learn the harder way
Well right here, right now, Casey, I’ma give you your props ‘cause you are the Face
Yeah, the face of a bitch who left her baby daddy ‘cause she wasn’t done sucking battle rap dick
Yeah, the face of a bitch who only got one child and still never have her kid
Yeah, the face of a bitch who had to join a group ‘cause by herself she wasn’t shit
Yeah, the face of a bitch who gon’ always brag about a tournament that she didn’t fucking win
The face of a goofy, the face of a dummy, the face of a clown
The face for a cum shot, the face of a deadbeat
The face of a wannabe, the face of a tagalong
The face that niggas only get to face then pass along
The face that’s facing the bitch that’s making her face the facts
You are the face of a lot of things, but you are not the face of female battle rap
Y’all see the type of shit that be making me mad?
This a bad body like O’fficial, ‘cause the face average like Jaz
So y’all can go and find another bitch that think she fucking with me
But make sure she’s sugar free ‘cause these bitches sweet