DNA vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: DNA]
This stupid nigga had the nerve to tell me that I was only on Summer Madness 'cause of him in the face-off
I'm like, "Who sells you percs?"
But when I told the nigga that you never had a million-view battle, I knew it shook his pride
I could tell dude hurt
I pistol-whip the nigga for lyin' - well, truth hurts
I'm Dr. Miami, 'cause after the butt, surgery can't help you, Twork (twerk)
And that's that, Shine said he got the machine gun
I said he goin' to the emergency room if you blast that
He said, "Well ER discharge quick." Welcome to fast track
You jump in? You get tagged for money: Cash App
I won't sleep 'til he dead, that's facts
So after you get the four, hours of rest: cat nap
Whatchu gon' start grabbin' on a Glock then split all the persona-, nigga scratch that
Manic can get depressing if I go and grab gats
Seein' bodies is what I'm into, Ill/Ness just victims on the 'Gram, wear a hazmat
The type of shit I Post? Traumatic
Stress, this oughta (Disorder) fuck him up when it flash back
Tonight, we find out who raps hotter
In the daytime, I'm cool, I'm mad proper
Then it's camouflage, you'll only hear the noise at night: grasshopper
Kobe Bryant, cause he froze ('fros) wit' the .8
Should I blast choppers?
(*Nu Jerzey Twork guesses "Black Mamba"*)
Nah, 'cause once I switch jersey, (Jerzey) he gets the low cut: the Black Mamba
Oh, you gon' say my bars right now?
You talkin' through my rounds? This nigga so dead!
Futuristic gun, and it hold lead
One bullet will deactivate his voice: now he O-Red
You swingin', but you're not throwin' no punches: slap-boxer
The hunch over, now I'm back outta line: bad posture
I'm thinkin' of Summer Madness and Serius Jones 3 when the gat rock ya
'Cause all that means is you'll see Twork (twerk) end before the punch: I'm Math Hoffa
Tonight, I'm strapped with three Magnums like a box of rubbers
2K19, you don't gotta wonder
No lies, the G honest (Giannis)
You get the Bucks, Jerzey, (jersey): I got it covered
And I got the Power
Watch just to drop a sucka, so he can see I'm blowin' the nose like Tommy's mother
(You know, Tommy Egan, blow it)
A couple rib shots will make his body suffer
He'll get the Tom and still will (Stiller) be in the cast: Tropic Thunder
I started thinkin' about The Player's Club when I figured out what I discovered
Cause this shit will put an end to Twork (twerk) like Ronnie's brother
Do y'all believe in a parallel universe, Vegas?
Well, I didn't, either
At first, I ain't know what that's 'bout
'Til my homie said he was bumpin' Max B in prison until he maxed out
Oh, you still don't get what I mean to say
You no-showed vers' Myers, 'cause you was sick like we need to pray
And had on a hospital gown, so I see you (ICU) had to back out either way
This nigga fakin'
You said you cancelled on Danny because of a situation
GemStar, you still get the Initiation
I get to pacin', then leave him (Liam) in the dirt: ya bitch is Taken
Then I'ma rock her (maraca) wit' the sticks: let's get it shakin'
You wit' Suge? I'm creepin' overseas (C's): immigration
And since you beat him, I'mma pick the winner: simulation
You got a gun? Now I'm gettin' to mine (gettin' to mind): manipulation
And it won't stop, then Rain continues: precipitation
I lift him up when I hint at the left: insinuation
But the right gon' bring him back down: intimidation
I'm only drawn to the rifle: implication
And I'ma air it out on the stand: incrimination
If I try angles (triangles), then it's a Mason
Big Tigger, wit' a bald head, I'm in The Basement
You crazy, 'til you win in the '80s like this is Reagan
BAOW! The nigga don't know if he caught a spine shot or had a hip replacement
I see all y'all niggas liked Twork when the hoodie was down
But yo that Chris Brown line shook up the crowd
But when the deuce is (Deuces) in his eyes, nigga, Look At Me Now
I'm down to fight, Jay-Z and Pharrell
You get two parts of the hook since you 'bout that life
That's the Excuse Me, Miss - wit' the can' I'll Take You Out tonight
In ya last battle, you used Verb's slogan instead of his
Look at the Twork fans like, "No he didn't." Yes he did
Sooo it's- I'm at ya crib
You said it ain't gon' be DNA on the wa-BAOW!
Nigga, yes, it is!
It's Round 1, it's no way you gon' beat me nigga
It ain't DNA or The Champ, it's the PG Killer

[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said, they got the PG Killer vs Nu Jerzey Twork
I said, this shit couldn't get any motherfuckin' realer
There's only one problem wit' that
I ain't a PG...and you ain't no motherfuckin' killer!
DNA? This shit a casualty
I mean, where you even get the audacity?
I mean, I imagine for the PG Killer it even gets worse to battle me
(*swoo*) Buck-50 the kid, I even split personalities
I'm flexin' on him, you thought you could get one up on a rookie?
Well let's inform him, you better ask Qleen Paper about me, shit got worse after he left the war
Yeah, you said you's somethin' for a vet to remember
Nah, this Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Hammers flyin', I been lined you
Took your machete for some sanitizin'
Eric scared, I had Saint Nick, even Santa ties in
To God be the glory, but I get the praise and ya soul
Leavin' you wit' an abandoned body, cannons firin'
BeBe, CeCe, these gon' leave ya whole family whining (Winans)
No random lines
If you ever misinterpreted me bein' strapped in, you're no fan of mine
You can't see them beatin' Nick's shows?
It's cause I never been a man to bind (Amanda Bynes)
I'm cold wit' this, the goon ganger
Two pistols: Tomb Raider
Blue laser, expose DNA wit' the black light: Room Raider
ERRRT! Coupe racin'!
Drive-by, tool bakin'!
I'm 'bout to change DNA for life, it's a mutation
Huge K clip, got the curve on her
DNA gettin' dropped wit' a magazine: sperm donor
Big Glock, nah, rib shot
BAOW, little .9, the baby singin': Kidz Bop
You gon' get ya bitch shot
I would hate to bury ya lady friend
BAOW! That's for tryin' to cap Red...Make America Great Again!
I play to win, grip a Mag
You gettin' 15 if this clip'll blast
30 in it, but you gettin' half, brother: different dads
This nigga sad
Claimin' he the Champ like he can stick and jab
'Til I take the real Champ belt and WHIP HIS ASS!
He drippin' bad, we gon' make a puddle out this stage
Head shot - BAOW!- knock the rebuttal out yo' brain!
You got to fear this shit
They say NWX roll 'bout 20 deep, I wanna hear the sounds of ya spirits lift
I'll pull up, clappin' him, they scatterin'
I shoot whatever closest to me
If I lift the pound, and I air the fif', y'all do the math
If there's more than five and they divide, I'ma get a round to the nearest ten
I'll wear ya strength, take a banger off the hip
For Eric St. John I got some things to spark him wit'
.9, .45 - oh, you wanna be in that number?
BAOW! Well, then a Saint Go Marching In
I'm a- Jersey, Jersey, Jersey

[Round 2: DNA]
What's this shit come down to, Vegas? Believability?
Like, "DNA should stop talkin' 'bout guns 'cause it ain't no reason to front."
Well, until I see this nigga clap a nigga in a coma, I won't believe that he tough
What? 'Cause I clapped a machete once in a while, now niggas don't believe I equip wit' the pump?
Well, now that we addressed the elephant in the room, come find out what I keep in the trunk
I improvise, two bullets, I let 'em intertwine
But the third gon' clearly straighten him out: Invisalign
Bigger .9
I catch the nigga at Six Flags wit' his kid this time
And let the shit Flash Pass (past) anybody tryin' to skip the line
The fif' divine, then I'm twistin' the cap: lemon-lime
Bigger shell, that'll ring his bell - DING! It's dinner time
My Harlem niggas hit my line
I told 'em, "Figure it out, or I'ma get to slime."
'Cause I like the knife, but would rather stick to the drawing like picket signs
The Ruger in, and one .40 (140) like the weight on Julian
Whoever want to Avenge ya with an extra clip, they gotta wait 'til the movie end
Knife out, I'm bruisin' him
Gun out, it's confusin' him
And now he Dead - See? (Sea)
I just got everything to land around Jerusalem
He took the religious journey, but y'all know the plot
I catch the nigga Twork wit' his niggas, he think I'm supposed to stop
This ain't no King Solomon, they see me build in the first
Temple gone wit' the chrome I pop and I'm preyin' (praying) on these (knees)
BAOW! But it's his dome I rock (Iraq)
I catch the nigga at his crib, I sat to wait for you
Even mapped the date for you
Then I got the .9 interested (non-interested) like it's lackadaisical
2Pac video, I sent a cap back and aim at you
So you'll Get a round (Around) wit' a nose ring if the big ratchet's chasin' you
Me and Nina got a bond: that's unbreakable
But I let the side piece go: that's replaceable
They both got the same nose, like that's relatable
And they gettin' tossed up either way, like that's debatable
See this cat hangin' out wit' the choppers: that's a sabertooth
Scope, I get my Spectrum at the door, that's the cable dude
URL had me remove a plate, like I asked for table food
Saw the gun and the nigga freeze on sight, like Smack with pay-per-view
I run up on a nigga-
You know what? Hold on, wait, nigga
So y'all mean to tell me y'all sat at home and watched the nigga Twork (twerk) in front of a gay nigga?
That's gay, nigga
You really battl-
You know what? I got nothin' against a homo guy
Was it a last-minute battle?
So when you walked in, you were so surprised
Did you not see niggas hands on their hips, or did you know the vibes?
Or was it the first time you said, "I'm strapped in!" - and your opponent said, "So am I."
He said, "So what? I'm Nu Jerzey Twork. I fuck bitches. That don't apply."
Well I can't give advice vers' a (vice versa) nigga that's goin' bi
They said it'd be an odd job to kill him, he'll see no demise
But once I throw the big cap, it's over: we playin' GoldenEye
I don't care if his crew wildin' or they in new housin'
'Cause these bitches is stoppin' Twork anywhere
Like they heard "Ca$h Money takin' over for the '99 and 2000"
Twork can't last here, I'm in my bag, yay
Tell Verb I'll trash Aye even on a bad day
We can fight like the end of class on the last day
Cremate him, I'm turnin' flower pots into ashtrays
It's fuckin' on sight (site) for this bitch: Backpage
Onyx, you got the Starr in the group: these his Last Dayz
GPS trippin', I went the wrong direction in my past ways (Waze)
The gat spray, they sayin' "Let's All Get Down" I'm Mac Dre
Unless it's a Vine compilation, that's the only way me and Twork (twerk) mix
I'll get Twork hit
Then I get low wit' the Lil' Jon (jawn): that's a twerk hit
They said I can't match Twork wit
I find out who Twork wit'
The I'm down to my last option, like I don't got much to work with
I start wit' the twelve, that's a Twork shift
Then I'm after Twork bitch
You wanna live? Don't just stand there - twerk, bitch!
They sayin' Twork that, Twork this
Until I give Twork that and Twork this
Look like he poppin' on a handstand, the way I make Twork flip
I get to wildin', they lookin' right now like, "This nigga violent."
'Cause everybody Kiki til they heart showin': the Shiggy Challenge
I get to killin'
I told Red to do the job, he ain't wanna lift the ceilin'
But once I blast the Drac' (Drake) out the whip, it made him Twork: I'm In My Feelings
It's Round 2, it's no way you gon' beat me nigga
It ain't DNA or The Champ, it's the PG Killer
Time

[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
Y'all gotta understand the difference between niggas that really do this shit, and niggas that just rap about it
See, that's the problem
Ask about him
He gon' make jokes 'bout how I'm always in the hood
In reality, I done put in so much work that I'm hardly in the hood
I gotta watch my fuckin' back
I even kill karma if I could
When Steams and Chess pressed Shine, you got to dippin' on him
Niggas press Shine in Jersey, I pull the pistol for him
I live by it and it's a whole 'nother story when the sword is amongst you
Before rap, I was plottin' on the weed
I had to watch out for the trees: George of The Jungle
Yours wanna rumble?
I already gave The Champ a buck-50, he gon' have a problem off that
Cheese slice, 'til I create the bubbles like the Powerpuff dad
A hollow bust back
These vets always talkin' 'bout the bag until I brought a pound
BAOW! Now you can die looted (diluted), these niggas watered-down
I off a pound, hit ya bitch son
I got an urge to put her seed in the dirt and I don't know where it stem from
Big gun, the heat spark
His death was planned in advance, that's D's fault (default)
Piece spark, your whole gang get smoke
100 in the clip, you gettin' tagged wit' one and 99 others: Facebook post
I squeeze and body him
You just lost to JC, nigga
Why would you even bother me?
Now you on stage wantin' some more (Sommore)?
These niggas from Queens Of (are) Comedy!
I shoot to body him
You better say a prayer, clip longer than Deuteronomy
I'm at ya crib, get to smokin' the cannon
Outside the window singin' like a hopeless romantic
Blam it, not even a lot of flare
One pop, the barrel burnin'; it's only Round 1, and it's gettin' hot in here
I'm strapped in! Fuck it...
I'll clap you in a coma!
Madness, I could snap at any moment
I'm armed for real, I brought the steel
I fucked up my rounds, but if I don't win Champion Of The Night, I'ma bomb the grill!

[Round 3: DNA]
So as battle fans, y'all niggas done met DNA, the PG Killer and The Champ
But yet and still on this stage, y'all ampin' him
So I said, fuck my split personalities
In this third round, it's 'bout time we have that talk with Raivon Anderson
'Cause out ya own mouth, you said you used to be a Christian rapper
And your pastor was Mama Love
So you mean to tell me you put down blood to be Blood to try to find a buzz?
You had all this time to honor Bibles, but you'd rather honor thugs
So you mean to tell me you put a gun before God, way before we knew who Saga was?
This nigga said he lived the real life, but never escaped from the gutter
So you put your life at stake instead of havin' steak as ya supper
While ya moms was in churches tryin' to pray for some others
You was out stealin' purses tryin' to prey on some mothers
So you mean to tell me you took the gangster route knowin' that the church is near?
And all I wanted was a trip to the playground but knew Daddy would be gone when the 1st appeared
Both of my parents did drugs
Seein' Mommy shoot up made me burst in tears
Now that's the difference from a nigga who steals purses and one who perseveres!
I had to multiply all them nights I couldn't eat
I seen my mother stressin'
Then Daddy whoopin' her ass, that was another lesson
Then he died, the only thing they told me: he was up in Heaven
But them three negatives at 9 made me positive at 27
So what you got? A "Strapped In" and a choke?
That's what got him some praise
But other niggas clearly win and can't hop on this stage
So I see givin' Rai' bands (Ray-Bans) is the new way for URL to block out the shade
I'm amazed
Now I'm pushin' buttons by mistake like a pocket dial
Nigga, you tried to cheat a system, but it's not ya style
It's lions in this land, and you zebras is not as wild
This shit'll kill and sting Rai' (stingray)
He should've stuck wit' the crocodiles
Suge, havin' performance in ya verses wasn't yours
And O-Red was wit' the punches
At Volume 2, we saw him work it to the core (Cor')
And as far as popularity, well, even Surf was on a tour
And you be stealin', so how you supposed to son Shine, (Sunshine) Anderson, when we Heard It All Before?
As far as Jersey niggas, you'll never be at the top, but let him wish
Surf, Suge, and Red had that ball for ten years, and they never missed
But you can get past three, not Surf, let it sit
So now you Kenny, Anderson
Just a PG in Jersey that'll always be the second pick!
Who I need to come at? Raivon? Or that Twork bitch, fine
I squirt this nine
BAOW! That shit blew Rai/Ray in the eyes like when he first went blind!
If I'm chasin' you, you better be mad quick
Lemon squeeze when the gat spit
I'm just tryin' to show him the features on the back like a tracklist
Don't be talkin' 'bout the X (ex), unless it's my last bitch
Or the arm go behind the necks, like my back itch
They all get tagged, I'll keep the four in (foreign) bags: Saks Fifth
I'm the real, it's time to fry the imitation: crab sticks
I'm low-key wit' the gun when the MAC spit
I put shade on the baldie, The Last Kiss
We aim for heads and for knees (Anthony), Anderson
You don't wanna see this black ish (Black-ish)!
Random! You have the worst manager in batt-
Random! You have the worst manage-
I catch the nigga Twork drunk while he takin' the wheel
See his manager, start aimin' the steel
Soon as we spot Rome and Rain's (Roman Reigns) sparin' (spearin') nobody
These bullets gon' break up the Shield
I'm 'bout the money
I catch Jersey in the field, without the rugby
Then I make Rome end (roamin') with the TECs (text), from long distance, then I'm out the country
I've been fire
You said you got sucker-punched by Jimz, liar!
Well, he rewrote history, 'cause now a Greek took over the Roman empire
I'm concealing the K
What, a Drake co-sign got him feelin' this way?
BAOW! Head shot'll destroy everything Rome built in a day!
I'm strapped in!
Summer Madness, but I ain't tryin' to clap you in a coma
I got four different personalities and they can snap at any moment
The nigga Eric catch him at the wedding, the nigga tryin' to fuckin' play
I see him at the altar, E go (alter ego) the other way
DNA havin' flashbacks of Chess, the nigga 'bout to run away
One minute, it's love on the card like Mother's Day
Then tables get turned under the ring: I'm Bubba Ray
Four mils (meals), four people: let's have a double date
I get the powder baked, then Suge'll (sugar) fall off: we makin' funnel cake
Another K, then Shine in disguise, it's a sunny day
The Champ needs a reason to air out the .50 and the Money May
Fuck his family, his mom, his pops, then I cut his nanny
Knife to his uncle, that shit comes in handy
He can't fuckin' stand me, then I tuck the swammy
Thought I raised the stakes at Champion Of The Night, 'cause now I'm up to auntie (I upped the ante)
It's Round 3, it's gettin' hot in here!
Vegas, what's my slogan?
(Get him the fuck outta here!)
Hell no - get this nigga that ain't dope the fuck outta here
Get you keep being strapped, and then you choke the fuck outta here
Get yo' wack-ass bars bein' lame the fuck outta here
Stop rockin' Hollow's shit - get them fake chains the fuck outta here

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said, you gotta seek guidance
'Fore you get buried in the middle of nowhere, where it's complete silence
They gon' find you close to nothin': cheap prices
Beam light him
I got somethin' sick for DNA: T-Virus
I'm here to strangle you, you don't even love yourself
You spend more time being everybody but yourself
Nigga, battle the mirror facin' you
Your missin' tooth, your million views, ESPN is all there to take wit' you
And Beyoncé
BAOW! 'Cause everything you own in a box: it's Irreplaceable
{Chokes}
Jersey, Jersey, Jersey