DNA vs. E. Ness

[Round 1: E. Ness]
You ready? Here we go...
I said, I ain't gon' rap 'bout his background or origin
And I ain't got to rap 'bout his new tooth to score the win
And I ain't gon' use Charlie Clips and his damn pops in my lines to chalk you out...
Who the fuck am I kiddin'?
That's all I'm gon' talk about!
See, then some of y'all gon' see Ness get mad
Missed a turn?
Summer Madness
They even put my name in the title, you motherfuckin' faggot!
See, you gon' say some cool shit like...
"You just a old-ass clown, sit yo' old-ass down
Let a young nigga shine - sit yo' old-ass down"
I'mma flip that bar like...
"You just a young-ass clown 'cause when the G's come around
'Cause when grown folks is talkin', sit yo' dumb ass down!"
See, 10 years ago, when you was 11 years old
I was on tour, nigga, sellin' out shows
Rippin' down stages, dickin' down hoes
Whilе you was in school eatin' boogies out your nose
I'mma tеll you when this shit gon' start to go bad
When I have you like Dizaster had Canibus pullin' out that notepad
See, me, I'm a nomad
I be in my low bag
That throw jabs and specialize in givin' out toe tags
And what's your body count, nigga? I'm triple digits
You just my little nigga's little nigga's little nigga
You pull your shit, I pull my shit out just a lil' quicker
You got a gun, I got a gun, but mine's a lil' bigger
I hope you got the picture
Whoever ridin' wit'cha
'Cause you'se a motherfuckin' sucka so I got to get ya
I'm gon' get you, sucka!
You stupid motherfucker
Now lemme. Tell you. Why. You a. Stupid. Motherfucker!
See, he a stupid motherfucker 'cause his whole career is based off being a stupid motherfucker
All up in his raps like he shootin' motherfuckers
His pops dead, but if he was here, he'd say, "You stupid motherfucker!"
Tell him, "He is not a thug."
Stop, 'cause he ain't got the love
And punch him in his mug for gettin' blood on these boxing gloves
Now I'mma tell you my whole plan before I got in here
Was to get anybody who participated in this SMACK/URL event
From Math Hoffa, Cortez, Hollow Da Don, T-Rex
Murda Mook, K-Shine, Conceited, Calicoe
X-Factor, Young Miles, Ms. Dolarz, Rich Hustle
Charlie Clips, DNA and his new smile the FUCK OUTTA HERE!

(*The crowd in Webster Hall starts loudly booing E. Ness for roughly 25 seconds*)

Aight... Ness vs. DNA
The fuck, I got demoted?
'Cause why would SMACK put a puppet in the ring wit' a poet?
This kid been rappin' the same way since the first day we seen him
But then he talk shit 'bout every battle league that breastfeed him
Like, he had 30 battles on SMACK, maybe one or two on Grind Time
Just to cock-ride to King of the Dot talkin' 'bout he top 5
Come on now - stop, 5
Keep it a bean, you know that's not live
You just mad Louie 13 wouldn't let you into the Dot Mobb
And lemme tell you somethin' 'bout the Dot Mobb
Them three niggas got nine lives
'Cause no matter how many times somebody go upside they head or beat 'em in a battle
Them three niggas will not die!
This shit ain't payin' my-

(*The crowd gets back on E. Ness's side as they laugh and cheer at that bar*)

This shit ain't payin' my bills
So I'm gon' cut a side deal
To walk down on him like Bishop when he popped Steel
See, Mook, Rex, and K-Shine think they the Dipset
Them pussies make my dick wet!
I'm just surprised Charlie Clips ain't make you his bitch yet!

(*While E. Ness raps that last bar, the crowd reacts in shock and disgust to the bar just before it - with more than a few people yelling, "Pause!"*)

'Cause Mook ain't Cam!...
Don't cut me off...

'Cause Mook ain't Cam-

(*E. Ness waits another eight seconds for the crowd to quiet down enough so he can start rapping again*)

'Cause Mook ain't Cam, and Rex ain't Jimmy
And K-Shine can't be Juelz 'cause his first name Kenny
Don't wanna hear them songs 'bout them 12-12 skinnies
And you givin' out shots if you can't take any
Now...back to DNA
Chill - it's gon' be OK
'Cause when I'm done with DNA, y'all gon' call him "DOA"
Let's talk about DNA
He'll never win a VMA
He the type to swim with you from thirty-five feet away
Let's break down DNA's DNA
We all know he comes from a broken home, one way mobile phone
With the genetics of a retarded XY chromosome
Now y'all came to see DNA, this dickhead in action?
Or y'all came to see me turn in the Hulk and straight smash 'em?
Cortez? Lame!
Charlie? Has-been!
Them the two niggas supposed to be y'all upper classmen?
Hollow locked up so when I see him I'm gon' ask him
Are y'all the black version of Two And A Half Men?
See, I know what you gon' do
You gon' kick a few nameflips, try to spit the same shit
Ya step pops Charlie Clips got in the game with
Oh wait, that ain't it
You gon' talk about Puff, how he had me walk up for some cheese cake
You gon' say some slick shit about Philly, how you gon' eat me like a cheese steak
You gon' freestyle, you gon' improvise
But that's committing genocide, 'cause I'm a livin' legend
Nigga, you's the living lie!

(*Crowd boos*)

What you gon' say DNA?
That your real name is Lloyd Mathis? And you ugly than a motherfucker?
I just know that shirt you had on when you battled Dizaster was snuggy than a motherfucker
Man, I read you like a textbook
Right jab, left hook
No-look pass from Durant out to Westbrook
You ain't on my level, I'm dancin' with the devil
And ya man wanna wrestle like these hands ain't successful
And I'm so special, and I'm so special
'Cause I can get personal and disrespectful

[Round 1: DNA & E. Ness]
Summer Madness 2, hm
It almost feels like I signed up for a death wish
'Cause this the first time I'm the favorite and he's the underdog
So y'all gon' cheer for anything he says, 'cause y'all don't expect shit
But if I come with Making The Band, cheesecake, and P. Diddy jokes, I might see the respect switch
So I guess going bar for bar's the only option I'm left with
I was supposed to battle Mook, Lux, and Serius, but they ain't wanna accept this
So URL work hard to get me on the card, and I knew when I made it, leave the rest sick
Once I said I'll take the Making The Band nigga, they said, "well we can get him for a flight, hotel, and less chips"
So since Smack milked him for what he's worth, then it's only right I get rid of Ness quick (Nesquik)
Now let's talk about your career in the industry, 'cause it's sad, but this is what I gotta do to hurt you
'Cause you had your chance to make the deaf jam (Def Jam) but Bad Boy jocked you from going Universal
Atlantic didn't want you, Interscope didn't need you, so royalty checks you would never see none
Looks like them labels gave everybody else a deal, but forgot to gave E one (E1)
That's 'cause ya image is horrible and all ya songs is trash
And every verse you spit is plane, so A&Rs get bored and pass (boardin' pass)
Now what got me mad is you actually had a chance to be signed star
So since Bad Boy ain't never let you shine (Shyne), it's only right I make you suffer behind bars

(E. Ness: "That shit wack... That ain't bar for bar.")

And speaking of prison, once I grab that ratchet, cock it back, aim and pull it
You won't have to spend a year in jail for you to take a bullet
So you better die, just see ARs (C-A-R), when these hammers'll blast
'Cause I run up and put a magnum on E like you ran outta gas

(E. Ness: "Not today. Not today.")

So keep frontin' like you on your block and it's live as shit
How you got cookies on your strip and you got pies to flip
I guarantee I knock your spirit out your soul once this .9'll spit
'Cause once I give E forty (E-40), y'all gon' see his ghost ride the whip

(E. Ness: "That's light! That's light... You know that's light...")

Now with bars like that, it just proves you can't last a round
But it's Summer Madness 2, I figured I give y'all some action now
Okay, cool, Ness, play Peter Parker 'til I roll up like Mary Jane and let that Glock pop
'Cause with these metal arms you can get eight like Doc Ock
And if I let that hammer flash, ya parents'll die, and you'll never see ya son again
See, ya aunt may (May) survive, but these bullets'll still make ya uncle bend (Ben)
Now with wordplay like that, it ain't no stopping me, nigga
But I can't just give 'em action, I gotta give y'all comedy, nigga
You look like a cokehead, Ness
It you look like a cokehead, Ness
Trust me, me and my team know
It look like on every Friday, you take a brick to the face like Deebo
Well just know I crack heads like Ezal for thinking I'm a joke, B
And like Craig, y'all gon' see red after I smoke E (Smokey)
Now after breaking down Friday and Spider-Man, y'all probably think it's nothing left to say
'Cause using motion pictures, I just showed y'all how to move E (movie) in every way
It's round one, it's getting hot in here
And Webster Hall, y'all know my slogan

(Crowd: "Get him the fuck outta here!")

No, get E. Ness the fuck outta here!
Every time I battle Philly rappers, I kill 'em, I got Rone and Tech the fuck outta here!
In that third round, I got my tooth the fuck outta here!
Fuck every legend on the card! Get Iron, Lux, Serious, and Mook the fuck outta here!
What's up!
What's up!

[Round 2: E. Ness]
See, I knew what you was gon' do DNA, that's why you're so typical
'Cause out of all the battle rappers that ever graced the stage, you the most typical
See, we can take this shit outside, if you wanna get physical
Or we can keep this shit on-stage, and I'mma make this shit Biblical
You see I knew what you was gon' talk about my fights on TV
Or my gripes with PD
Or how I got dropped off the label and ain't put out one CD
But in the back of ya mind, you subconsciously wanna be me
So when I say I got the burner, I'm not talking about no CD
See that one verse I wrote for P. Diddy for Press Play
Made me a very very very wealthy man the next day
So the next time I hear one you faggots say he broke and he off-point
Just go to number thirteen, 'Diddy Rock' featuring Shawnna and Timbaland off the Press Play joint
If a nigga still frontin' like I ain't made no money
Burger King bought the rights to the song for-

(*Crowd interupts with boos*)

Nah. Nah, nah, nah...

Right now he tryin' to figure some shit he could rebuttal
But this the second round, so I'mma make 'em see double
They threw me DNA 'cause they'd thought he'd give me trouble
But this nigga wouldn't blow if he had the dicksucking lips from Ms. Hustle
DNA, you in the way, bro
Continue with the shade show
'Cause I know and they know
Smack put you on the payroll
Norbes tried to set me up, but you the one got played though
'Cause you the weak nigga of the family around Fredo
Now, let me tell you the difference between metaphors and real rap
It's when real rap take the stage, all the metaphors chillax
Tell Smack, he better kill that, 'fore he get his shit peeled back
'Cause there's real niggas in the building that don't fuck with Smack that's gon' feel that
I know Smack gon' try to play me, 'cause he told you what he pay me
But it don't make me or break me, 'cause these guns is off safety

(*Crowd boos*)

Y'all just bore me

Shotty blast, karate class
I'm Jason without the hockey mask
Why everytime somebody battle on Smack, they say bodybag
Niggas say "zip it up", niggas say "landslide"
Tsunami using subtitles, giving Smack handjobs
Niggas never step to me, why?
'Cause I'm a landmine
And everytime I land mine, they relocate they grandmom
I don't drive by, I walk by
Accurate as Hawkeye
You fucking with a Big Mac, dog, you's a small fry
Holla gon say "ballgame", you gon' be the fall guy
When I let a spark fly, split him like apartheid
Tales from the Darkside, scene out of Saw 5
Executionist style, do it while he hogtied
They say if you gotta do the crime, then you gotta do the time
Then DNA, you gon' get a five to ten for that New York state of mind
You should be locked away
You know what I'm about to say?
How the fuck they gon' sic Nate Robinson on Dr. J?!
What, you thought you was in New York, you was gon' have the homecourt advantage?

(Crowd member: "Yes!")

Well I'm gon' tell you in English what Cortez scared to tell you in Spanish
Nigga, you's a bitch, without the pocket book and the wig
Knock his head off, step back like, look what I did
I ain't wanna come to Philly, so you know y'all pussy
Came back up the turn pipe, let's Bang Bang Boogie
Run up on DNA with that same damn hoodie
Make 'em toss up them same damn cookies
I leave his brains by his feet, or put a stain in his sheet
'Cause I'm really not the one that you came to defeat

(*Crowd boos*)

Y'all ain't wanna hear me
Y'all ain't come to hear me
Y'all ain't come to hear me
Y'all ain't wanna hear me

And why every battle, you getting all these dumbass shirts made
That's the type of shit my son learn how to make in first grade
But after this
Lung cancer at the third stage
DNA, you's a bird brain
You ain't never served 'caine
All you ever did was look out when the first came
His first name my middle name
Yeah, he got a little fame
But when it come to the boss, you always gon' be the middle man

(Crowd member: "Time!")

(*Crowd boos*)

I walk to Brooklyn 'til my feet hurt--

(*Crowd boos interrupt E. Ness*)

Y'all niggas... Y'all niggas... That shit ain't cool
That shit ain't cool
Go ahead man, go ahead Smack
Y'all got it, man

Y'all niggas came here to boo me
Y'all niggas came here to boo me
Real shit
Y'all niggas came here to boo me
I give a fuck

[Round 2: DNA & E. Ness]
Aight, I'mma freestyle, check it out

(Smack: "Be careful, 'cause they spilled something, don't slip, my nigga.")

Let me ask you a question, Ness
You said on the Play album, that you wrote "Diddy Rock"?
Well that shit's hilarious, 'cause you still don't got nothin' on that Diddy rock
And let's be honest, after that crowd booed you, you should back out
I'm glad Q-Tip's there, so he can throw your wax out
And after that crowd booed you, they should stop that shit
As soon as I bust a rhyme (Busta Rhyme'), I'm killing your whole Conglomerate

(E. Ness: "Ahhh.")

(E. Ness: "They came to boo me.")

Now how the fuck does anyone on this Summer Madness stage doubting me
When I just killed E. Ness using everybody on that balcony
But check it, see this the round where I break you down, so all that bullshit gotta stop, Ness
'Cause in every rhyme you say you push crack on the street or you got coke on the block, Ness
Question: who have you cut, who have you stabbed, who have you shot, Ness?

(E. Ness: "Plenty niggas!")

If you've done neither [?] then we can't just believe you bust your Glock, Ness

(E. Ness: "Plenty niggas.")

Gangster? Honestly that's something that I'm not, Ness

(E. Ness: "What is you talking about.")

But your rap name's Elliott Ness, and you thought that was hot, Ness?
If you won't tell the world, I will, you named yourself after a cop, Ness
So you supposed to this monster when you getting niggas locked, Ness (Loch Ness)

(E. Ness ranting: "You know that shit is light. That shit light. You know that shit light. I come- I'm a dinosaur, he know that. That shit- Charlie. Come on. They came to boo me. That shit fixed. Fuck outta here. You know. Both of you niggas know. Laugh. Fuck that shit, man, that shit corny. Y'all niggas corny. Y'all niggas corny. All three of y'all niggas. All four of y'all niggas. And Norbes too, I'mma talk to Norbes when I see him about that shit. Shit is nutty.")

(Smack: "Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down.")

So everytime you say you untouchable and you wild with chrome
That just makes me think of the Untouchables, and how you put away Al Capone
You arrested a known gangster for bootlegging liquor, now you acting like you all hard
But by doing that, you showed us you don't like rap, 'cause that proved you don't support bars

(E. Ness trying to predict DNA's rhymes: "--You don't support the bars...")

(E. Ness, loudly: "Boooo! Fuck outta here! That shit nutty! That shit nutty! That shit nutty! That shit nutty! Boo! That shit nutty. That ain't bars.")

And ya parents named you Lloyd Mathis, now that's saying a lot
'Cause you got the last name of a judge, and your rap name's the same as a cop
But through all that, you still want us to believe you bust ratchets?
Oh I get it, since you bang hammers in court, we shouldn't judge Mathis

(E. Ness: "Aaaahhhhhh! Nigga, go to my rap sheet, nigga. Go 'head rap. Nigga, rap.")

C'mon man

(*Crowd reacts loudly*)

(E. Ness: "Yeah, get him! Yeah, get him!")

Yo my nigga, on some real shit, are you gonna shut the fuck up when I rap?
Or will I, do I, or do I really have to clap heat?

(E. Ness talking through round again: "Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh...")

'Cause you see what happened when I brought up the last Philadelphia nigga's rap sheet
So why you still talking, 'cause here's a known theory
Since when do y'all know a judge that had no jury (jewelry)
And I do mean no jewelry, 'cause that chain's made out of aluminum, that's why it got foil in it
Your brother'll be in the dirt, his casket will have soil in it
I take your brand new infant, put 'em in a pot and watch 'em boil in it
Now the last three words fit you and your family perfect, 'cause they got all you (oil) in it
But I ain't just going to kill 'em like that, I'mma switch to some different shit

(Crowd member: "Oh my God!")

But I ain't just going to kill 'em like that, I'mma switch to some different shit
Since you overweight and outta shape, kill you with some Olympic shit
If they had you run laps in London, they would make you cry for help
So just know this tech'll leave you wet and in trunks like Michael Phelps
You better get advice from Gabby Douglas, and all of her gymnastics
'Cause when this gat spit
Y'all gon see some assaulted (somersaulted) with no backflips
And even your bitch would be Olympian
'Cause in bed, she good with head and she love to squirt
Woulda thought she won a gold medal, 'cause every time we fuck, she come in (cummin') first
See, that was hot but it's about to get fuckin' worse
'Cause word is in Philly, you work at a supermarket, so how you got time for rappin'?
When I told disc- when I told Clips this shit, we pictured, started dyin' laughin'

(E. Ness reacts in outrage, throwing his water bottle and spilling water on the camera lens: "Oh! You heard this-- Yo! Nah, man. Yo! Get this nigga outta here. Man, get the fuck outta here. Not tryin' to hear that shit. Get this nigga outta here. Get this nigga the fuck outta here, man. Get this nigga the fuck outta here, man. You choked. Nigga, fuck outta here. Boo that nigga! Now boo that nigga! You choked! Ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man. You choked. Let the nigga rap. Go ahead Clip. Let that nigga rap, man. Go ahead, man.")

(Crowd member: "Say it with your chest!")

(E. Ness: "Aight li-- C'mon man. Nah fuck that, man.")

(Crowd start chanting in unison: "Cheesecake! Cheesecake! Cheesecake! Cheesecake!")

(*Smack tries to calm the crowd down*)

Check it

(E. Ness: "Real shit, but you didn't beat me, nigga, the crowd helped you.")

Aight nigga, [?], [?] let me rhyme

(E. Ness: "Fuck outta here... This nigga choking. Fuck outta here.")

Yo
Like I said
Word is you worked at a supermarket in Philly, so how you got time for rappin'?
When I told Clips this shit, we pictured you walking down the aisle and started dyin' laughin'
I said you dumb for working there, but Clips said you the smart type
'Cause your job ain't bullshit if you could pay your bills for pushing a cart right
Now I got a main problem with you, Ness
It's how you want us battle rappers to be respectable
When everybody on Bad Boy don't got respect for you
If Biggie was alive, that nigga would probably snuff you
If Black Rob seen you, that nigga probably cut you
Lil Kim wouldn't give you head, Faith Evans wouldn't touch you
Come to think of it, nigga, even Jae Millz said "fuck you"
So nigga, fuck you!
'Cause every time I see your battle, they fucking trash!

(E. Ness: "Fuck.")

I hate your fucking face, your fucking clothes, and your fucking swag

(E. Ness: "Fucking-")

Fuck your gang, fuck your set, fuck your flag

(E. Ness: "Bullshit outta here.")

Fuck your mom, fuck your aunt, fuck your girl
The only person I won't say is "fuck your dad"
That's 'cause he died, but if he was alive, he'll be fucking mad
Seeing a twenty year old kill him, makes him fucking mad
Let them know that you a bitch, you a snitch, and fucking fag
You 35, back on SMACK, you doing fucking bad
That's 'cause you a pussy and a fucking bitch
Your career [?]
Look in my eyes when I talk to you, you don't know who you fuckin' with
I should spit on you, nigga, you make me fucking sick
Look in my eyes when I rhyme, you don't got no fucking house and no fucking whip
I use fucking in all them other bars to let you know you should fucking quit
Now that I disposed him, who still believe that he king?
I just took away E heart (E-Hart)
(E. Ness: "Say the cheesecake line again. Say the cheesecake line again.")
Now he can go battle at Queen of the Ring

[Round 3: E. Ness]
DNA stands for the 'Dirtiest Nigga Alive'
This is the cleanest you have ever been, and I'm somewhat surprised
Now someone tell DNA to open up his eyes
'Cause when you taking niggas money, that's a whole different high
Now we'd all like to thank Charlie Clips for taking care of DNA
I woulda been his father if his mother had the E&J
Well Charlie, I'm truly sorry it had to be this way
My llama like a fucking piranha, I let it eat away
See ya music is trash, your mixtapes never sell
Only way you'll get a deal is if you take one to tell
I don't know why the fuck they gave me you
I'm crazier than crazy glue
Yeah, I've been skating through, since 1982
I've been doing this before the Yankees wore navy blue
Fuck rap, you get smacked

(*Crowd boos*)

Wow
Y'all niggas booing, man
Y'all niggas hating
Listen, I'm not even gonna finish that
Let him rap
Nah, nah
They fucking my shit up

(*Smack tries to calm the crowd down*)

I don't know why the fuck they gave me you
I'm crazier than crazy glue
Yeah, I've been skating through, since 1982
I've been doing this before the Yankees wore navy blue
And fuck rap, you get smrrracked
Look at what you made me do
And you getting lazy too, I seen ya last battle
If that Tech ain't jam in that third round, my man woulda had you
I say that to say this
Niggas like you, I can't bang with
Why?
'Cause you only as tough as them niggas you hang with
And y'all gon' hate when I say this
When I say Mook ain't the greatest
'Cause Mook ain't been talked about since Math gave him a facelift
Word is Math Hoffa ain't no gat-popper

(*Crowd boos*)

I guess you held ya own
But then you really did some faggot shit to kill [?]
See, Rone for Rone, bar for bar woulda beat you probably
But what type of nigga you know tape a fake bomb to his body?
He ripped off his hoodie, no t-shirt, no tanktop
Your whole career's been built off the glass, you're a bankshop
Now let me tell you some more faggot shit when you battle Big Titus
I'mma expose this litte nigga for the people that didn't see it
Some super duper gay shit, man, I just couldn't believe it
'Cause the first half of that second round was talking about that man penis
Now I'mma tell you some more shit I found out about this nigga when I was coming up the highway
This bum ass nigga tried to take Charli Baltimore out on a date to TGI Friday
Now you need to beg one of the labels to give you some money
And stop trying to treat these hoes to a '2 for 20'
This faggot just cut his dick off
And sit next Rick Ross
Wear a bunch of lip gloss
Go and get his shit tossed
This fight was fixed, don't you feel like you ripped off?
Scrolling through them call logs, looking through them miss calls
Ask ya man, should you battle Ness, he told you "nig, nah"
I fuck with you and everything, but I'm not going with y'all
Fucking with him, you done ran into a brick wall
Pitfall, Chris Paul
When he get his shit off
These diamonds are forever
Say something clever
'Cause nobody what you say, I'm gon' translate it better
And that bullshit move, you threw on Youtube
Was the dumbest shit I seen in my life to get views
Now...

Go ahead, let him have it, let him have it

[Round 3: DNA & E. Ness]
Round one and two, I already show y'all who's the better rapper
But this the part where we analyze your career like a book and go through every chapter
See, I done mentioned cheesecake, Making The Band, and P Diddy
'Cause y'all would say it's predictable and call it wack
But ask yourself this, what else has E. Ness done to put his career on the map?
So instead of saying I'm being predictable, tell this man he hasn't progressed
I bet you never thought of that, 'cause if in ten years you only known for three things, now whose fault is this?
See this battle rap world started off as a network and over time it became community
So to see someone make it, we should all be happy and spread the unity
But I'm angry at what you could've been, and for that, you a fool to me
'Cause every battle rapper wouldve died for that opportunity
So as a man, as a father, as a artist, you are useless
You don't blog, do videos, or put out any music
So how could you get mad if we mention cheese cake, Making A Band, P Diddy, or you getting fucking shelved
When you had several opportunities in your career to do something else
That's why the stuff I'm telling you right now is some of the realest shit
There's a hundred dudes that should be in your spot, 'cause they was really out killing shit
Iron Solomon and MySonne joked about that cheese cake, nigga, I'm dead serious
They started something, but with this scheme right here, I'mma finish it
I'll bet everybody you know gave you a pound when you made it on that show
'Cause they thought you was all great
Little did they know you were [?]
'Cause after Biggie died, Diddy had lost faith
Thought ya music was bananas, but you realized it wasn't by your fourth tape
So he shelved you on your birthday, and you went into depression and started pitching that raw base
But have to provide for your kids, so you traded in them karats, started gaining more weight
Do anything to make sure they get food all month and make sure they all safe
Now y'all don't need a pineapple to see his life's upside down and in the wrong place
So going to Juniors made sense, 'cause in the end, all Diddy ever gave you was short cake
Now I want no applause for that, so don't start shaking my hand
That was just chapter one, chapter two is Making The Band
When Diddy first started fucking with you, he liked for your aggressiveness and your passion
So much to the point that out of everyone on that show, he made you the captain
Thought you would have a bright future, thought would move in the world far
So how the fuck did you let Chopper become more popular than you on World Star?

(E. Ness: "Fuck outta here.")

You don't do no shows, don't put out no mixtapes, you ain't seeing bling
And Babs is more popular than you in battle rap off of hosting Queen of the Ring
Now MySonne and Iron Solomon joked about The Band, but nigga, I'm dead serious, they started something
But with this scheme right here, I'mma finish it
You see, your career is like the internet, it started off at a high speed, and you became the man quick
But made a lot of bad connections, so all of Puff's plans switched
Lost every industry friend, nobody to dial up, and all of ya fans dipped
And now got the lowest buzz online out of anyone you was in that band with (bandwidth)
But I don't want no cheers for that, so don't start making mad noise
'Cause that was chapter two, chapter three is Bad Boy
Now clearly Puff don't fuck with you, or you don't know math, boy
'Cause that chain you got says B, that lets me know you don't know how to add, boy
(E. Ness: "It's a L, nigga. Loch Ness! Loch Ness!")
Get it, B, add boy, that equals Bad Boy
For the fact your chain doesn't say that, that lets me know you doing bad, boy
Did I speed it up too fast, am I going too fast, boy?
Looks like Puff and no one on that label fuck with you on Bad Boy
You should palm smacked 'til you fall
'Cause out of everybody, you got the worse contract of them all
If they woulda gave that to Black Rob, he woulda say "Whoa!"
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
G. Dep woulda asked for a Special Delivery and been gone
Mase woulda hopped on his horse and carriage as soon as that bread's gone
112 would say it's over now
Faith Evans was too head strong
Biggie looked you dead in the eye and told you you Dead Wrong
Now in conclusion to my third round, as y'all see, I killed him, E. Ness is deceased
Now finally this young man can start resting in peace
It's round three, it's getting hot in here
And off the career choices you made, you got yourself the fuck outta here!