Danny Myers vs. Jerry Wess

[Round 1: Danny Myers]
I stand over you while you sleepin’, I'll brought the flame to kill him
They got a bag over Jerry (Jheri) head, and he still ‘bout to stain the pillow
Peel him, fo’ five or blade, which one’ll hurt him worse?
Smack said I get paid on Halloween...I just had to get a 30 first (31st)
Dirty work, gettin' to choppin him up,' 'til his limbs smell
Blade across his stomach, takin' out his entrails
Tie a rope to his kid then bucket, but if-
I allow myself to sink that low how could it end well?
I'm on the screen ruthless, I'm the Michael Myers theme music
Ya face is distorted, that last line had a Ring to it
Wait "well", "screen", I can put that in a better phrase
If y'all didn't catch that on tapе, you gon' die in seven days
Wеapon raised, to reach for yo' gun, you'd be a man of error
Bitch, I got a leg up with this chopper like Planet Terror
I'm in a tan Carerra, lookin' for his driveway to pull into
I'm Joe Montana, Jerry the nigga to throw the bullet to
Look at you, ya bars cool, but not so specific
They see the pressure after these punches like Drago's equipment
Lock on a nigga, shit get dark after a light discrepancy
We gone 2% tint a nigga's life expectancy
Precise with weaponry
I'll slice a sesame seed with the knife that's next to me
This is Tyson's pedigree, hit harder than most of you dreamers
We’ll kill one of yo' niggas hopin’ you seen us
I’m from a hood where young niggas approach you with Ninas
And hoes mastered the blade like Ghost Of Tsushima
I'm too cold!
I got no fear to hide
I’ll stuff a fellow rapper in a casket, there’s a double meaning when I say, "peer inside"
Hear him cry, "where’s Lux?"
How he get this battle? Sheer luck
Now I’m revising my vision cause everybody in my tier ducked (tear duct)
It’s clear cut, I’m firin’ led
Ask Mike Pence, even when niggas runnin' somethin' fly in they head
You drove all them fancy cars?
Frontin’ like them block was movin’
I’ve concluded, you don’t own a Rolls, you the Phantom Of The Opportunist
Your façade is ruined, I don’t know what Smack promised you
Don’t book me unless you want the kid dead, I’m the Babadook
Llama shoot and you on the ground with this shit
This dumb ass nigga got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 1: Jerry Wess]
Yo, I can tell from ya bum ass outfit you won't even give a child fear
Michael Myers was never bald, so that just goes to show you won't get wild here (hair)
I used to wanna be the best
Figure my whole career had to prove this shit
Until I realized I was the best, the day I decided to do this shit
You lost 12K to Rex
Jumped in a tournament
Don't waste time
Lost to Holmzie, but let you tell it, you got straight robbed
I scam, you get scammed so experience is a great sign
That's why I prefer the hustle
At least if I lose 25K...it ain't mine
You too Proud, Family
Ya bitch need an Oscar sayin' she "be in late"
It's karma tellin' her "lie" see, and it could (LaCienega) be her fate
It's true they (Trudy) say bitches love liquor, a little Puff, either way
All Sugar Mama want is Cali weed, she loves Sticky: Dijonay
You run dummy, the beam on when the Glock out
You can't dodge, he movin' fast for (FAFSA) nothin'; college dropout
Get shot for runnin' ya mouth, this heat is for ya
All for promo
Yeah talk is cheap 'til you need a lawyer
I will stab him so fast you won't feel it
Try to ignore the pain
I'll twist it, 'til a nigga finally hurt inside; Tory Lanez
I'll clap him while he costume shoppin'
Take his life and he dead
I tagged him at Party City, Myers had a price on his head
I'll crack him until he seiz'
The way he bled he unconscious
Light skin bitch, leave DM seen, red (read) and unresponsive
Old head always swervin' in a young nigga lane
I can't seem to get it
All that drive, thinkin' 40 the new 20 'til you get a speedin' ticket
Now reverse that
I brought a knife to a fist fight
Knew it was over when he fought bleedin'
I'll stab his collar bone then pull to the shoulder like I got caught speedin'
Son me? No you won't
Don't play me hoe
Nigga slow ya roll (role) like Cuba Gooding in Radio
Shit, after Glue', Smack sent the killers, it's whatever
But it's bridesmaid dresses for these bitches, I took different measures
Don't get ya people involved
That's gon' make me bring the gat nearer
Kept playin' games, now you and your man's fought; Black Mirror
You Ol' Dirty Bastard, there is a (RZA) reason you on your death bed
Who call you "God"? (U-God)
This Ghost Face a Masta Killa for less bread
I had to inspect a (Inspectah) Deck from Raekwon
You got drugged from what Chess said
Plus he hated Wu-Tang Clan, 'til he started doin' crystal
Now he Meth' head
This little ratchet, hit hard; Sharkeisha
But this .40 bangin'; Carlisa
Would you believe ya bitch ex-boyfriend made a klepto?
How preposterous
It wasn't her fault her (e)X-Man made her steal (steel); that's Colossus
Plus she been gettin' money from a random nigga
Sad that gotta hurt
Well whoever sent it can do (candle) for this bitch; Bath & Body Works
I will lyrically decapitate you
For a Caffeine check, I'm grippin' these hammers
2Pac; for a band Dan'll (bandana) get put on his head if I spit on these cameras
How you wanna die?
We can do this old fashion
Or I can change your funeral option to closed casket
Niggas almost ain't recognize him
That face shot gave him a new hole
They had to ID him by his body temperature
He was too cold
The TEC blow, ya set know
The fuck am I still rappin' for that nigga was dead when I said "yo"

[Round 2: Danny Myers]
I lost 25K, but I was robbed, it wasn't a bad loss
I couldn't afford to get Party City, now I gotta do this with the mask off
"Nigga you gone see three of me, and you better hit the right one”
Man...sometimes this nigga does too much
If John John hit me thinkin' I was you, I would’ve fucked you up
You not strong like the writers, you takin’ more than a more than a chance with us
That was literally performance enhancements Drugz
Bar God!
When the beef on, it’s more than a millimeter fired
It’s real when the address of my enemy acquired
I’ll chop ya daughter to pieces, the penalty is higher
I’ll put ya doll in a box that says "assembly required"
It’s more killers we can hire, I got a Collector with a Leatherface, he'll let the cleaver hit her
Or have old folks pay The Visit, it’ll be the sweetest picture
I got a Spanish Orphan we can send her
Now he wanna reconsider the Puerto Rican sitter
I will horror feature film ya

{chokes}

I will horror feature film ya
You really think this Grudge equal?
You not a Prodigy you just tryna be my son sequel
I know you be Conjuring thoughts but none (Nun) evil
Even with the similes you Mimic me, and it Bug people
You bootleg Ave, fake Nitty, why would you wanna see him win?
Y’all might not get it, let me put the puzzle pieces in
He’s a typical puncher, that added gimmicks, he got his subtleties from them
It makes sense you a scammer, you gettin’ credit off of other peoples pens (pins)
You left We Go Hard joined, EFB, they was praisin’ how you rhymin’
They Army couldn’t help their brother like Saving Private Ryan?
I got a blade that I can slide in, look Jerry I’m nice with this
It’s funny how you the scammer, but I’m the one swipin’ shit
The knife’ll twist, I ain’t tryna hear this weirdo rap
I cut close with the blade, I’m talkin’ zero gap
Here go facts, scammers and COVID made it hard for us to get figures
So if you ain’t get y'all EDD, it was this nigga
I'm tomb seekin', sniper rifle, these the niggas y'all assume demons
The irony, I can hit him from a mile away while he on a Zoom meetin'
Broom sweepin', knock his head off with half the effort
Bitch I'm the California King, it ain't a mattress measure
I can snap ya neck or...kill you in his house when I clap the Heckler
His whole family cried at the same time, again he broke the reaction record
Grab the Desert, with interchangeable barrel sizes
Ask him what the fuck EFB stand for? Then paralyze him
I terrorize him, and he on the ground with this shit
This dumb ass nigga got a whole ‘nother round of this

[Round 2: Jerry Wess]
Yo Wess wasn't on Smack Volume 1-5
Who he gotta murder now?
Shit if it wasn't 6, 7 or 8 nobody would've heard me, so I turnt it down
They said it shouldn't matter which one I'm on
Any one would've been undoubtedly fire
I told 'em "True. But in order for niggas to hear me. The Volume gotta be higher
I ran through Chilla to get Danny
My resume wild y'all
Typical jail story, I went through the pen' and found God
I can see the App comments now
"Jerry cappin'", that's not it
Shit, Chilla knew I was ill, 'cause right after me, he got sick (Sikh)
I usually never talk about drug dealin', but I did make a few runs
Shit, to keep it real, if I ever sold a nigga a dream, it was the blue one
But you front, like you move work, serve crack
That ain't good you scrub
You jumpin' in my battle with John John the only time you was in the hood with drugs (Drugz)
You mad bitch? I'll split ya mug
That'll splatter through
Big blade, saw it in ya face: why the attitude?
Who you foolin' little nigga?
You not a boss, you a geek son
I'm a scammer nigga, I know a fraud when I see one
Ya last drop? High key, I won't deny
Oh you can rap, but it's Visine, so can I (soak in eye)
Why nobody was home wit' ya kids when you battle?
Glue' felt for them
Now you here while they home doin' remote learnin'
Who helpin' 'em?
His kids ask for iPhone/Android, you tell 'em "no"?
Just on some extra shit?
Not me my nigga
My kids spoiled, they know who Siri and Alexa is
Don't make me OD
You tryin' me, on that flexin' shit
Takin' one for the team, I wasn't tryin' to get extra, bitch
I can give you death or debt
Instead of can' clappin', take his social and fuck his whole life up with a transaction
I'll hit the bank, check cashing place, I'm even goin' postal
Scam so much I can guess the last four digits of ya social
Nigga I shoot with precision
Stead aim, with a gat so patient
One shot to the core then it's (coordinates) gon' hurt in this exact location
Extendos, for ya bitch, high or low when she walkin' out
Two poles, opposite sides of ya Earth; North and South
Ya nigga's sketchy, I draw on 'em, then blast the fo'
Leavin' everybody in boxes (inboxes) like, "I do graphics bro"
I hate them niggas! I hate that!
Suicide Squad: a bald head Will get ya head popped
Red dot, beam on the Smith; Deadshot
I'ma need extra cash
And if y'all don't get my pay right
I'ma have to get the sponsor decked, I should've listened to Daylyt
Yo Clips still thinkin' he won vs. Geechi
Where do we do this?
Fumbled damn near every round but the fans actin' clueless
Grrrrmm, you gotta do better my nigga
Can't keep usin' being the GOAT for excuses
Guess what room I'm in?
Shit, it better be the one for improvement
But you, bitch!?
Thought you could beat Mike P with that Ryu shit
Remember, I had the joystick, you was movin' around, thinkin' that controller shit amazin'
'Til Mike P started whoopin' yo' ass
You should've asked me to control the situation
Two guns, Sam and Dean for this higher being
Y'all see it ain't no big pressure
To go against God, it's Supernatural
All I need is some Winchesters
I'ma kill you in due time nigga
Cause you was never fuckin' God
No I'ma kill you and do time nigga
Behind Every Fuckin' Bar

[Round 3: Danny Myers]
When you don't answer them inboxes, they be wantin' you dead for that shit
If y'all really want some tight graphics and logos, hit Derez for that shit
Mr. Scam Artist, I know right now we doin’ our rapper shit
But after this, I need you to put me on that “Child Actor” lick
Imagine this, I got ten kids, each one we clockin' half a brick
You ain’t gotta rent no more exotics, you can buy a real Bentley fast as shit
You get no pass for this!
This nigga is cold and cunning
When I ask him to give me my credit, it’s cause he stole it from me
Peep the opponent that he facin’
You create timeless moments, my bars are timeless from the moment of creation
When it's beef, I'm Philly cut, I put the sub on the map
Will he duck? Silly fuck, it's a gun in my lap
The milli tucked, you really tough? Bitch I'm done with the raps
I'm Willy Hutch, I'm the one that put the drums on the Mac (MACK)
Where Brooklyn at?
I got this gun from El Barrio
He’ll grab his heart like the 5 Finger move that killed Bill on the patio
I'm from Cali hoe, where the first fiend ever used a pipe
When it wasn’t a murder (Murda) over Roc(k) it was a Super Fight
We was moving white before the Instagrams and the Myspaces
Mixtape era, The Carter made the squad famous
Peep credentials, before New Jack City it was Felix Mitchell
Even if you-balled in Atlanta nigga we conVINCED you
Squeeze the pistol, ain’t no rebuttal from the sound of it
Fuck scamming, you better have a fuckin' counter fit (counterfeit)
When it comes to these battle rap niggas, most of these niggas is all promise
Some of 'em fade away, and some'll reign ('Summer Rain') like Carl Thomas
But if y’all honest, it was props we never brung
When it comes to this culture my skill set is next to none
Niggas be thinkin' they on that gangsta shit ‘til they step in some
I knew a bail (bell) was out of the question once the weapon rung
Death’ll come, I’m in the hood tryna process info
All my niggas broke and blind like project windows
In yo’ third round versus Glueazy, you was beggin’ for names, that’s not a veteran's lane
They keep giving me niggas like you and I never complain
When Beasley sent me the names it was met with disdain
But I still green light these niggas like a Mexican gang
I’m politicking, we in the middle of election, these thoughts are very flattering
We vote to carve him in sections, we gerrymandering
Very scandalous, Jerry did the best he could
Volume 6, Volume 7, next is Suge
Bars nigga

[Round 3: Jerry Wess]
Look here, I know your last battle was Eazy, nigga
Just don't act like your last battle was easy, nigga
DNA killed you with a Machete
Claim Badass if you so
Then Hollow he thought he could Dust 'Til Dawn beat Danny Trejo (tre-0)
He talk shit he a bitch
Fold him up he'll really curl
I don't give a fuck what that pussy talk, he a City Girl
I bust licks, too elite
The crime pays
Yeah, Wess (West), really in the streets; Delonte
I'm comfortable everywhere, that's cause my clique on it
If you ever see me in the hot seat, that's cause the whip foreign
You talk drugs like you connected
Sellin' Reggie ain't shit that's big
I know real plugs, they package deals like a bitch wit' kids-
I'm talkin' gun on the table
One wrong move and it clap wigs
Gates Of The Garden, proceed with Caution cause you know where the gat is (Gattas)
My idea of give and take?
A different kind of psychology
Meaning, give me a piece of ya mind and I'ma give you a lobotomy
The flamer, burn his skull 'til it feel like lava
Hit him wit' some hot shit, throw some spice at him: "Ah-ha-ha!"
He question me? We fightin', what can a nigga say?
I respond how A.I. cross Jordan and Answer wit' the fade
Nigga if I swing, it's gon' be somethin' in ya grill missin'
You won't fight, I'll knock out ya tooth (two) for one, now you gotta deal with it
I'll get ya boy stabbed in the crowd
You won't even know he leakin' my friend
All he gon' hear is "Uuuuugh!"
The shit sound Danja Zone drinkin' again
Can God bleed?
Gun butt until I lose control
Blood on the grip, steel (steal) drip, I'm boostin' clothes
Act like I don't run shit, that's when I'ma have the rules enforced
You deserve an Emmy, even a Tony, Dan's a (Danza) 'bout to find out Who's The Boss?
Big sweeper, I might claim a nigga death
If you only here for (four) games you gettin' swept
I'm type damagin'
Got me askin' my niggas "Who's man is this?"
I'm different Aak, like the chicken spot, under new management
Remember I said I was the best? One of the coldest bitch
Bronny James, I been the GOAT, son; smokin' shit
It's easy to get a gun
But when you import it, you gotta move right
Why shoot when I can have my son up the .9 (to 9:00); it's a school night
If a nigga snitch, hit the lawyer, get his affairs in damn order
Nigga I got enough bread to get that murder one down to manslaughter
Every die
Then I pull you out after clappin' the shit
Meaning nobody after I fire breathin', then I'm grabbin' ya shit
But when I heard what he did on his wedding day, I instantly thought this dude the worst
This nigga freestyled his wedding vows because he thought he knew his first
The pastor said, "Do you take this woman to be your wife?"
Then this nigga with the stupid smirk looked the pastor dead in his eyes and say, "Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?"
See, I used to work at Starbucks
Sellin' coffees and expressos in the backseat
But I got fired cause I was pocketing money and them 5 Hour Energy's was tax free
I had latte's, fraps, I mean to this day I would've been makin' mad cheese
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
I lost my job fast B
But I could never get unemployment
Cause I'm still makin' a livin' off Caffeine
You one of the best
You the GOAT, one of the best son
You did this for ya city, I did this for my name
Either way the Wess (west) won
It's Mr. It's Not Fair, I Was Top Tier Before I Got Here
You know east coast niggas can't do that shit, let's go