Geechi Gotti vs. Casey Jay

[Round 1: Casey Jay]
I said, it's time for action
Every gun you got, I hope you packed 'em
It's about to be arms breakin' and legs snappin'
Okay, Crip, let's get it crackin'
This whole battle, I'm lettin' shots fly
I'll give ya top five
This yo' funeral, not mine
Your Crips 'bout to put a flag over your casket like a cop died
The Glock rise
If I hear any shit about if Twork prepped, then I wouldn't win
I kill niggas, and I'm about to do you like them
Take Geechi body and put it right next to Swamp
It's 'bout to look like Double Impact again!
Don't get me on 10
'Cause I'm the type, to spin on him and dim the lights
Now I'm at cuzzin (cousin) crib...Auntie said I could spend the night
And I don't play fair
I kick down his door, likе I know Bay (bae) there
Wit' .9s, .45s - thе crib lookin' like daycare!
Aim at his chest...spray there
I'll stain your shit
Nigga, I will put a part in your head better than the bitch that braid your shit!
This chopper'll make you lay down
Headshot, knock your brains out
Now he on the porch like R. Kelly wit' half his braids out!
Fuck Geechi Gotti!
This where your life 'bout to come to a stop
Wit' two .4s (24) in plain (plane) sight...GG (Gigi) 'bout to die wit' a pop
I'm eyein' the opp, so let's get it poppin'
Wit' two guns, Venus and Serena
I'm raisin' both of these bitches in Compton!
I'm trigger-happy
Run up on me, I'll do you badly
.9 out, but this .40 stay hidden (hittin') like sugar daddies
If I get robbed, I'll fuck up Smack event
It's gon' be brand-new R.I.P. slogans
Project X wit' this head loaded
I'll make it peel (pill) at NOME (gnome) and be on the street wit' this heat blowin'
I stay wit' a tool
Wait 'til this cannon get pulled
Sniper rifle wit' a stand, on Gotti like Sammy the Bull
If gats get used, it'll be bad news
I'll fuck up your features
The person that birthed Marc (birthmark) gon' have to ID you by tattoos
You not that dude
I'll lick a (liquor) shot, hit your casa, migos (Casamigos)
I'm not gettin' a round at the bar
For thinkin' I was fast food? Sonic commercial
Every clip getting shot in the car
Wit' this L.A. chopper
Let's see if this L.A. Crip can become a L.A. Dodger
I know you brought your L.A. partners, but they all get shot if they ride
And I keep blowin' the nose like the pollen was high
But this is your guy? Marcus Fantroy?
Well, I think Marc is a fan, Troy
Yeah, Marc you market 'cause he left a mark on the fans, Troy?
Well, test me? I bench Marc (benchmark), I don't lose
Fuck who I'm facin'
And nigga...you'se a bitch if they even debate it!
I brought the Madness, so let's get to bangin'
Deuce-deuce or this tre: this your Ultimate ultimatum!

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti...versus-
What the fuck this brickface he-she finna do!?
Bitch, I coulda did a song wit' Lu Castro and Mark Henry
And still wouldn't have stronger features than you!
The heat gettin' drew, cock and pull it
Let's see if this bitch face strong enough to block a bullet
These thots is foolish
I'll let a shell blaze you
Kylie Penner get smoked in the parking lot like a tailgater
Top twisted, Pen' head (Pinhead) ain't on straight
Who the hell raised ya (Hellraiser)?
I'm a trailblazer!
If I can't do nothin' else, bitch, I could shoot straight
100 buck like a blueface
You must be out your mind if you think I'm 'Missing You', Case!
Your body get zipped up like a suitcase
I'mma do you worse than I did Math
I don't give a fuck if it's wrong or right
You seen what I did to Justin, Case' ("Just In Case")
You won't make it home tonight!
This ho won't fight!
Miss me wit' them bars how you tryna knuckle up
You ain't wit' nothin' tough
Me and Coffee only fell off 'cause I ain't let her fuck you up
Bitch, yo' jawline buff as fuck!
Yo' weave need touchin' up
You ain't even deserve this battle - y'ain't done enough
Matter fact, if I win, it don't even matter
This different levels
I'm on a different stature
Casey, you won the moment they even gave you this battle
Bitch, you can skedaddle! Run along
Nah, I'mma kill you right here, front and center, so everybody here could see
Standin' over the body, havin' regrets
Feelin' like Prep..."The fuck this bitch did to me?"
I been on a killing spree!
Bardashians? Where Jaz and O at?
Y'all just a group of bitches who teach each other how to suck dick, and everybody knows that
Yeah, you better than them other two bitches - that's fasho facts
'Cause The Rapper ain't never taught you nothin' 'bout no raps
The only thing Jaz(z) can show you is how to blow sacks (sax)
Oh, snap!

Every! Fuckin'! BAR!

"Oh, snaps! Gotti trippin'! She's just a girl!"
Nigga, miss me
The bitch hit me? She gon' hit a growth spurt right after that, and be 6 feet!
The clips be, extended
Bitch, I can show you
You dead, homegirl
I'll have Jaz pourin' out thot juice for you
That robotic-ass cadence and stiff delivery is like a cheat for you
That's why yo' shit is borin' and tirin'
All yo' opponents be sleep on you
This a man's world
I don't give a fuck how much you look like one
Bitch, it's a difference
I don't give a fuck about them pretty blue eyes
I'm really Crippin'
The only eye I'm worrying 'bout tonight is the witness!
And when it's...
Rap

[Round 2: Casey Jay]
I said, Geechi, you know I like to smoke
I'll pull up on you whenever I get a chance
Rob you wit' this fo' out like, 'Nigga...I need every. Fuckin'. Gram."
I know Gotti got bundles
Give 'em up! Don't get me pissed off
'Cause if I have a bitch in a chair with extensions to her hair, it's not a install
So left jab, uppercut - that's just for tryin' me
I ain't hit a lick (liq') in a minute: I broke sobriety!
I'll tie him down...but I ain't tryna tame the nigga
This nickel will take a quarter off him
You know bitches be tryin' to change a nigga
This chopper'll hit you and whoever hangin' wit' him
Your son wanna be a Crip too!?
BOW! 'Til he die from Blue Baby Syndrome!
I'm not the right one to provoke
I know killers and drug dealers, but we were shooters the most
They showed me the stash spot for the guns and the coke
Chris Tucker, Money Talks: I buried (Barry) White wit' the toast
Slash to his throat, I'll finish the man
We got Biscuits, poppin', squeezin' the can
Take away his back end, like he was a no-show
The way that he was screamin' for God...thought he was Loso!
But shit, it's some shit that I don't get, though
Like, how this lifestyle changed your currency, but you still tryna push you a Crip, though (crypto)!
I pushed out a baby, still hittin' licks on a flip phone
Me tryna keep balance was putting us both in limbo
So your stories? I get those
We all got scars
But I ain't tellin' on my niggas for no battle rap bar
Your soul goin' far, so a higher power, hope you believe in it
'Cause I'll kill this nigga for nothin': make him a free spirit
I'll give you two from this piece and be at peace wit' it
Or just buck it (bucket) under your chin...think it's a leak in it!
Geechi!
I will shoot you where you was already shot!
Tearin' through scar tissue
Not just you...everyone get it like trust issues
You think I give a fuck that you #1 on the app
When y'all can't tell me a time that I haven't won on the app!?
You sayin' I'm doin' voodoo and you runnin' wit' that?
Well, I got a stick, and I'm about to pin one in his back!
Why would you want this fade?
I came to kill you...I'm known to leave a Marc (mark) on this stage
Why you feelin' played, nigga?
You was on every card last year
You shoulda got 100K and capitalized
Now ain't no way you could shift Case: this capital's mine
A cap in his mind
EFB gon' have to find out if his cappin' is fine
You better not choke, hands 'round his throat
That's the only way it's gon' happen this time!
Go!

[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
Bitch, you'se a witch!
They told me don't look in here eyes if I want a fair shape
She doin' some type of voodoo
Got all of these niggas chokin' and they scared straight
They know you can't fuck wit' me
That's nothin' these niggas'll dare say
I'm upper echelon
To reach this level, you gon' need more than a stare, Case (staircase)
I swear, Case!
You only stopped fuckin' wit' Quantum 'cause he told us that he gave you bars
But you were still cool wit' Hemi 'cause he kept it low and played his cards
I know a few niggas in battle rap whose dick you sucked for lines
But it's Bro Code, I'm not exposin'
But as long as they keep they mouth closed, you'll keep your mouth open
I mean, you so soft-spoken
That Southern charm got you seemin' innocent
Bitch, you must think we ignorant
All you do is suck dick, recite they lines, and reap the benefits
In both instances, all you do is use your mouth
Without a doubt
Whoever penis goin' in, that's who pen is comin' out
And I'm not jokin'!
But as long as they keep they mouth closed, YOU'LL keep your mouth OPEN!
Casey, a nigga can tell you, he got other bitches that he'd rather chill wit'
And he ain't comin' home at night on some real shit
But you gon' be like, "Nah, that's cool. You the nigga I'm tryna build wit'."
A nigga gon' tell you, "Look, I'm not the one. I ain't the one."
You shouldn't really like him
But you gon' tell your homegirls, "Nah, you don't give a fuck. You really like him."
It don't matter how many times that nigga explain he ain't the type for you
Do y'all see how the niggas in her real life go hand-in-hand wit' the niggas in her battle rap career?
You only fuck wit' a nigga if he say he ain't write (right) for you!
Bitch, and I ain't right for you
'Cause when I found out you don't write, I was like, "Damn, that's wild."
If it ain't Case' pen, then (pending), that's foul (file)
You a child! Just face it!
All you do is go over what was already wrote
You just tracin'
Bitch, you basic!
I ain't never wrote one bar for Coffee
I could put that on the set
Casey, if I ever had to write (right) for a bitch, it was gon' be followed by a left
I'll die for my respect!
You gon' respect somethin', or the TEC dumpin'
You gettin' killed by a Nut: Death comin' (cummin')
Huh!? What!?
I thought a musty bitch said somethin'
You a young-ass bitch wit' a old face
When the autopsy got your body on ice, that's a cold Case
Casket shut: that's a closed Case
They got you so low in the ground, they can't bring you up no more
That's a old Case
Ay, I've been on the road, Case'
That's what the streets say
Sock you 'til Case' drop
That's how I beast Case
Listen, you only here for a lil' while, bitch
That's a brief Case'
I been carryin' this shit-

(*Someone off-screen waves to call Geechi for time*)
Ain't no time!

I been carryin' this shit as you can see, Case'!
You bettin' on me chokin'?
That's not finna happen, Case'!
(*A small chorus of "Time's" off-screen gradually get louder*)
Crazy-ass bitch!
You ain't 'posed to put all yo' eggs in one basket, Case!

[Smack White]
Time (x8)

[Geechi Gotti]
Stop playin' wit' me, man!
2-0

[Smack White]
Last round, Casey Jay, it's on you
Let's get it

[Round 3: Casey Jay]
Okay...Bay Loc...from Nutty Blocc
This who y'all thought would get the best of me?
Boy I will put a stop to everything them Nuts got like a vasectomy
The TEC pop
Leave a Nut in his sheet and leave him sleep in a wet spot
I slide on double G with Gucci sandals, now Golden Gates is his next stop
I did my research, Mark is far from a shooter
Red beam, on his head like the mark of Buddha
Headshot, put him down, I turn mark to buddah
You know I give dudes trouble
I've been makin' these bodies look good, this not a new Hustle
Heat spark, nah, nah
Knife, stab in his head, I'm in deep thought
Nigga, that part in that video you hid behind the tree
You wish they'd leave off cause you got caught slippin'
You can't put me in that position
Nigga, I would've bust with six .9's, don't put me in that position

{Stumbles}

Can't you tell that I'm tight, pussy? I ain't fucked in a minute
But it's a couple reasons I'm trippin'
Cause you got Smack check from a black man
Started your own league, then headlined Aye Verb and Viixen
Wait...what about ya own people?
Do you try to uplift them?
Oh you said you secretly hate niggas
Okay Geechi listen, when them crackers turn on yo' ass don't try to play like a victim
You made that decision
You Smack son, and you should be respecting ya father
I know you all about that blue C, but blood's supposed to be thicker than water
Champion?
How? When you got beat by all of the idols
You was barely fighting back every time it got vital
You couldn't even get through the Wave and you the one with the Title
I bet I survive you
Slash his face now he look like he tribal
Scope on him, I scan Mark like I ain't reading the Bible
The .30 rise, clip hold 30, I hit him 30 times
Then his bitch next
Get her down then lick her (liquor) on the ground, the homie died
So run and hide
Cause this high beam shoot clear
It be chopsticks, drums, draggin' (dragon) through the streets, it's Chinese New Year
I'm law bendin'
Ridin' with demons who all [?]
Semi spittin'
Knock off his roof so we can see how he really livin'
If I get the iron
It be hell if I lift and fire
I looked up ya priors
And nigga, you got arrested for robbin' a Walgreens in Palm Springs
I thought you was a Glock lifter
Nigga, whole time you was a shoplifter?
Stealin' pills
Tryin' to convince us your steel'll peel
Yellin' at niggas with all that heart
Don't want us to bring up that tree shit, but still hidin' behind all that bark?
Nigga, I think that you sucka
But do what you do brother
I know you rep' blue, I just had to show 'em ya true colors

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
"You robbed a Walgreens?"
Not knowin' that the pills in that building would've got me mo' than a 100K, that's how I know that y'all all green
Y'all don't know the streets
You a weird ass bitch and you been a fan
Get off my dick, go get you a man
Why do you keep bringin' yo' mama with you Cali? That shit is sad
Every other weekend leavin' yo' son with his dad
Why didn't you bring that lil' nigga witchu?
I bet he would've wanted to go to Disneyland
Matter-of-fact, bitch, what is yo' business plan?
You gon' get that 100K and give it all to a bum nigga
I don't respect no bitch that got a million pics on the 'Gram
Turned around with her buns in 'em
But don't got one pic smiling with her son in 'em
I'm tired of these bitches, I'm done wit' 'em
You out here having the time of your life
But you ain't Face Time'd yo' son to see what he did today
Talkin' 'bout, "Geechi what's crackin' after this? I'm tryin' to function in the hood wit' Bay!"
Hoe, why is you worried 'bout a House Party? Go get ya Kid N' Play
The Sig'll spray, all in this whore face
They knew me and Nitty was catchin' bodies, that's why they gave us a court case (Cort/Case')
This a homicide, after this, I'ma be traumatized
Nightmares of how I had to kill this bitch while I was starin' in her mama eyes
This drama time
They knew you was dead the moment you signed yo' signature, bottom line
Bitch, get you some business, stay outta mine
Yo' mama gave you 'bout ten step daddies and you used to say, "Goodnight. I love you." to all them niggas
They used to give you money, buy you gifts but that's only cause they wanted to keep fuckin'
I guarantee you, right now you can't even call them niggas
Yo' mama the reason you look at these league owners like father figures
Cause anybody that gave you money, you called 'em "daddy", they pimpin' you
Got you workin' from Texas, all in Cali
But sadly, when it came to that money, that 100K
They know gettin' that, hell nah you wasn't
They only use that to bring you out here every other month so they can keep on fuckin' and the flight come outta Caffeine budget
These niggas got wives, they can't be flyin' flights for no average bitch
Casey, don't you notice they only fuck you at these rap events?
After this, you goin' back to Queen Of The Ring and App Events
The whole culture tryin' to figure out if it's Beasley or Smack that's smackin' this
Cause they know it's no way you got a plate against Gotti cause of yo' rappin' bitch
I'm not laughin' bitch
You fuckin' suck
{Geechi starts snapping his fingers}
I'm not chokin', it just dawned on me you actually got this battle cause of who you fuck and suck
Enough's enough
I don't give a fuck if you got kids
Bitch, I will make you sell pussy in front of that lil' nigga
Either that-

{Smack calls time and Geechi starts arguing with him}

No! Nah, cuz, cause I said his name. See how he tryin' to time me? No cuz!