Glueazy vs. Jerry Wess

[Round 1: Glueazy]
I went from JC to Jerry Wess
My career...what a mess
I feel like everybody changed on me
Made me feel like I ain’t built for the game
Too many fakes here, but they could never take away what I did on this stage
Ain’t no more friends now, it’s man down
You still in the way? The steel in the way
They took away my battle wit’ Tay Roc, and Smack, I still feel a way
Revolver spin, Wheel of Fortune: the steel in his face
They feelin’ my words, so when Glu’ gone, who gon’ fill up the space?
Fuck if it’s war, I drive by, dumpin’ this .4
Laker fan: you know Jerry ain’t bustin’ (Buss) no more
You ain’t a name I respect
I bang wit’ this TEC
Already battled Geechi and Danny, made my name on the West (Wess)
If I bang wit’ this TEC, know my aim not the best
So most pops’ll miss him (‘em) like a baby’s first steps
Well, you don’t go harder
Never hit no block with no water
Bitch, you don’t blow pipes
You don’t flip off white like a snowboarder
Boy, I’ll Bogard ya
I can tell at your core, you insecure
If this semi pour, you can lay wit’ a Ghost: Demi Moore
Keep your mouth shut!
Or I’m strapped up wit’ plenty more
I’ll light his house up, bullets goin’ through the wall like demogorgons
I had to get my hunger back, ‘cause most don’t make it where I come from
I had to see the faces of my fans lookin’ dumb-dumb
Waitin’ for URL to hit my line, shit had me askin’, “What the fuck’s up?”
‘Cause Smack, y’all praise me when I do good, but ain’t nobody called me when I fucked up
And that’s tough love
So I feel like y’all been tryin’ to play me
Like I ain’t catch wreck vers’ Ave, and that’s what drive me crazy
I pop a trunk, let it dump wit’ a .9 and a baby
And more guns (Morgan’s) in the front: Driving Miss Daisy
I’m crazy…
Ain’t it crazy how they gave you that Chess plate, then he caved in yo’ chest plate?
Ain’t it ironic how you tried to play Chess and heard “Checkmate?”
So if I pull this Tom and Jerry actin’, five’ll go Wess (Fievel Goes West) way
The best way
You been fake
I’ll punch a rapper ‘til his chin break
Smack, if you don’t wanna see this pussy bleed, then keep your men straight (menstruate)
I been great, but sometimes I don’t rap that way
‘Cause I be on them drugs - I know the plug by his CashApp name
I’m not playin’
The Glock sprayin’, the chop’ wavin’
He gon’ be mad when his wife let somethin’ white rock her (rocker) like John Mayer
You be online, frontin’ like you want some respect
So if I shoot J in the face, you know it was nothin’ but ‘Net
Round 1

[Round 1: Jerry Wess]
Yo, Smack...this look nothin’ like the main stage
And for my opponent, I got played, too
Had me hype at first sayin’ “We gon’ get you on SMACK Volume …(*cough*) Day 2”
They said I ain’t hit the main stage because I ain’t “talk shit”
Guess by now I coulda had live battles
Chess and Ave ain’t say a word to each other, and they kicked off N.O.M.E. as a surprise battle
Y’all coulda did that with me vers’ Mike P, Snake, Franchise, O-Re-
Nigga, I did my own trailers
Part of that is how I got here
I’ve been a star, pulled up in cars better than top-tiers
Y’all push who y’all want
Everybody else is a damn joke
So I’mma do what I want, and niggas ain’t tellin’ me where I can’t go
Even that little bit of bread they been givin’ me, I never complained about all of that
DNA got 25K - nigga, I done wrote myself checks for more than that
Fuck a main-stage or a big name!
I see how y’all view niggas
I might as well just start stickin’ to these small rooms and only battlin’ new niggas
No disrespect to you, Glu’, and I know I ain’t get to you in my first yet
It’s just funny to me how this my fourth Goonie and I still ain’t get Twork yet
Maybe I should take a break from the URL
‘Cause y’all be tryna bottom-of-the-card niggas
After I thought about everything, I realized it wasn’t me...it was y’all niggas
Makin’ us card-fillers
And the main event? Well, it’s the balance
It used to be “Bars over Names”
Now it’s “Ticket Sales over Talent!”
But this a business, I respect that
It take a lot to invest
Y’all book the vets here and there, but make us work harder so y’all spend less
Genius!
And I know here’s where it matter the most, and the fans can tell you, if need be
But let’s be honest - Jerry Wess need the URL, but the URL don’t need me
They be like, “If the fans ask for it, we book it”
I guess that works for me
Kinda makes sense...like how the fans asked for Surf and Reed
OK, I get it - now I see the truth
I guess the fans must’ve asked for this ‘cause they was dyin’ for me and Glu’
Nigga, you touch me? I’m lettin’ off a big rocket
Nigga, I’ll get the steel (steal) off a bump like a pickpocket
I got the infrared in his face, fiendin’ to try
My dog? We call him “Krypto”: he got the beam in his eye
Nigga, I told him online I’mma slice him
If he don’t respond to me
(*swoo*) Get cut to the white meat (meet) on site: eHarmony
Nigga, I could show you the ropes
Reverse slavery, nigga, I’d get to hang you
Or it’s good cop-bad cop: two 12’s comin’ at him from different angles!
Vers’ JC, you criticized the form wit’ a nervous perspective
I mean, you coulda just took the same shot, even copied the aim: learning objective
Told him when I get to the crib, I’mma clap him, it’s a fair tactic
Soon as he get home, a fo’ be (homophobia) in his face: don’t be scared, faggot!
If he got relatives in his house, it’s real silly
Surround your crib, your whole family fucked: hillbillies!
I clap his cousins in the kitchen, I’m tryna clear it out
Shoot the motherfuckin’ aunt and his uncle
Nigga, I’m tryna clear it out
Then shoot the toaster, mailbox, ceiling fan, I’m tryna air it out
That’s the URL app - I’m even droppin’ shit niggas don’t even care about!
(*to Smack*) So I’m lettin’ you know…you ain’t off the hook
Niggas ain’t gettin’ off easy, yes
Fuck around and the second round be for Beasley next
Nigga, the fuckin’ TEC blow, your set kno-!
Fuck am I still rappin’ for? These niggas was dead when I said “Yo”

[Round 2: Glueazy]
Ayo, sometimes I be broke, yo
Like, no dough
And to be honest, even when I be broke, I’ll still give you my $8
But thanks to yo’ app, last month my account got overdrafted, and that fee was ‘bout $35
So basically I’m sayin’...somebody owe me $43, bro
Deadass
Somebody call Joe Budden and tell him I’m ‘bout to maul Mal
BaldHead push your kids like Lavar Ball
Bitch, I’ll haul off, cock back, knock the shit outta all y’all
Twin Glocks, and they both ring together like WCW Fall Brawl
Put your money up!
Bet 100 bucks ‘fore you touch a gun
I’ll spit ten rounds then slim down like a tummy tuck
I’ll fuck you up, right in that Bentley that isn’t your car
Jerry, I know everything about you like Narduwar
You a scam artist!
But I got credit you can’t tarnish
Kanye better tell Mama Wess (West) I’ll crack her (cracker) son like Dan Majerle
This ain’t a shot for me
If Jerry Wess is the very best you got for me
Then that .35- (*chk-chk*) 7 rings like Robert Horry
You outdated, hated, never been a crowd favorite
Shook a couple buildings on SMACK, you never really did anything groundbreaking
I watched you climb the rankings, use props for validation
All those rented cars that wasn’t yours, that’s what got you salutations
Well, now I see it’s fakin’ when I’m watchin’ your battles
All those props for your battles, and you still don’t get props for your battles
I watched your battles wit’ Tech 9 before they blocked all his battles
Like, you lost that battle, and thanks to him, you lost that battle
So you gon’ lose the battle for your life if this gun go “Pop”
Chopper in the trunk like Operation Dumbo Drop
Bitch, you just run yo’ mouth! You don’t run no blocks!
You rappers catch a lil’ body, then get the big head: you a Funko POP!
A fuckin’ scam artist
You can just look at him and tell he greasy
Prob’ly got a Ruthless Record, but Jerry hella (Heller) scared of ‘Eazy
I will murder you…
Jerry, you nice, but you got work to do!
So if Smack see ‘Eazy around a battle rapper neck, it ain’t Murda Mook
But that explains why they gon’ say you a disgrace
2-minute 30-second time limits - stick to them shits or get punched in the face!
ROUND 2!

[Round 2: Jerry Wess]
Y’all tryna have other niggas shinin’ here (shine in hair)
Knowin’ Jerry’ll (Jheri) never curl
Well, keep bookin’ these bitches and you’ll never get the feel back: epidural
I gun-butt him ‘til his skin come off
Cops found the gun, I coulda sparked his ass
At the crime scene, got ‘em peelin’ Glu(e) off the fif’ like arts and crafts
After this, I’m uppin’ the price, cover the rent charge
Ain’t got the bag? It’s gon’ be kinda hard to get me to pop out like a SIM card
After this, you must think you gettin’ mad clout
Well, on the road to success, you just took a bad route
Mag’ out
Lizzo at the Laker game: this big bitch gon’ be assed out
Oh, wait, you religious!
Let you meet Jesus when I peel it on him
With the chrome, I’m Kanye
Wess (West) gon’ pop out wit’ the silver on him
Nigga, I’ll cut his dome!
Brain open, this guy babblin’
(*swoo*) Eat his food, then come back for (four) seconds: I’m time-travelin’!
Your bitch get buried
It’s gon’ be maggots eatin’ her flesh, but ya know what’s funny?
After months, they gon’ find her with Bugs all over her: Lola Bunny
My lawyer the GOAT
That nigga walk up to the judge like, “What are we here for?”
Last time that nigga lost a case, he sued the airport!
Nigga, you better give me the money and I won’t shoot you
Don’t act reckless, brother
I’d hate to raise this big ratchet: Precious mother
I’d give any body pain - you the new victim
Hothead, but get the chills: flu symptoms
They say losin’ is the the new winnin’
But y’all could say that I was never patient
But his resumé compared to mine make me look hella basic
I mean, Danny, Suge, Twork, Geechi
And we on the same le-?
Shit, I guess I’ll never make it
That just make me mad
You gon’ get a left-right, uppercut, hook, jab
White people makin’ soul food: you about to get cooked bad!
But nah!
Nigga gon’ get some knives, blades, all kind of things!
Take the pick out his neck bone like, “I don’t want ‘em in my collard greens!”
I ain’t the nigga to play close!
Let eight go
Got the MAC low-key: it’s in Safe Mode
But the chopper come outta nowhere: GTA code
I’m from the Army - make the wrong step, I take one closer
That’s my word, and I stand on mines like a dumb soldier
They wanted me to throw the fight for some bands
Figured I’d stage it, too
But I’m Dave Chappelle: I wouldn’t let a nigga wig on me if they paid me to
But if you see me in public, it’s on site
Don’t try to speed past me
Yoke him up, break his jaw - he’ll (heel) crack like his feet ashy
It’s no rules! Fuck the venue up! Send rounds!
Blastin’ heat in the club: Chris Brown!
Beam in his eye - my Lord!
Give this man half the machine: Cyborg!
Got a chick ready to line him up, slashin’ his car tires
She take niggas’ money, this bitch love robbin’ (Robin): Starfire
If I do crowd participation, get ‘em ravin’ (Raven), it’s a decoy
I ain’t just an animal, nigga: I’m a Beast, Boy

[Glueazy]
(*jokingly*) Time!

[Jerry Wess]
I said, I’ll have a nigga poke him up in the audience
That’ll fuck up his plans after
He wasn’t expectin’ to take a pic(k) in the crowd - a fan asked him
This Goonie gon’ hear one thing…
(Bow) - that sound!
Then his sister screamin’ (*AAAAAAAAHHH!*) in the background!

[Glueazy]
Who did that? It was you? It was you?
Which one of y’all did that?

[Jerry Wess]
I said, this Goonie gon’ hear one thing…
(Bow!) - that sound!
Then his sister screamin’ (*AAAAAAAAHHH!*) in the background!
Niggas lookin’ for him? (*sound of ambulance sirens*)
He in that now!
But he died! So the coroners known for one thing…
(*sound of a body bag being zipped up*)
THAT sound!
Time!

[Round 3: Glueazy]
Aye, sometimes this rap shit too much for me
That’s why I stay to myself, don’t need no company
I just got custody of my son, and you know, it sucks when he runs up to me
‘Cause you know, he growin’ up knowin’ stuff, and now he want luxury
So Dad gotta battle rap, leagues just throw bucks at me
I take that money, pay a few bills, and we go to Chuck-E-Cheese
Yeah…’cause even when I’m feelin’ down, he lookin’ up to me, like…”You choked vers’ JC, Dad!”
Ah...it’s like my own son don’t even fuck wit’ me!
And that fucks wit’ me!
‘Cause most of y’all can’t even fuck wit’ me
But luckily, I be chokin’, right? In all my battles and gettin’ smoked
I know…
Even though what I write be super bad (Superbad) like Seth Rogen, I ain’t focused
I be on the east side, lookin’ for Wess like all day
Got a Dezzi wit’ the clip hangin’ out, like parlay
He be tryin’ not to start shit
I slide in a cartridge
Black Friday: line up the Target
Ride up and spark it
Look, my bro sell dope out the apartment, but it look like hire soap
I’m just talkin’
‘Cause if I burst this iron, it’s nothin’ worse than dyin’
In the airport like Juice WRLD, but that’s the perks (Percs) of flyin’!
Why’d y’all even book this!? So I could cook this mothafucka?
50 Cent-hairline, Meek Mill-lookin’ mothafucka
I don’t give a fuck if you look like my brother
Had me out here lookin’ like a sucker
Dissin’ SMACK for how they book you…
Oh, you must be lookin’ for some trouble
You say one thing I don’t like? You’ll be outta here on the double
You be out here tellin’ lies, I’m really out here in the jungle
I don’t give a fuck if Rosenberg and Bigg K was my fuckin’ body doubles
If both of them stepped up, I’d fuckin’ body double
I’m the chosen one
Loaded gun, perfect shot: hole-in-one
Everybody give a round of applause...for my oldest son!
I mold ‘em young, told him come
Pop the trunk, show them guns
So I’mma keep beating yo’ ass…’til Farrakhan and Oprah come
I’m holdin’ one
Time to get rid of these dudes
The mill’ (meal) got a kick to it like Indian food
So stop bitchin’ about your position, and them makin’ you battle me
Stop bitchin’...if they payin’ your salary!
Stop bitchin’...and shootin’ your guns like this when you battling!
(*Glueazy holds his hands in “finger gun” symbols high above his head*)
Stop bitchin’ and realize you could stop all of this shit you just said to Smack if you just had a little better personality
Round 3, and you a bitch

[Smack White]
Yo, give it up for my man Glueazy!

[Glueazy]
And that’s the reason why they gon’ say you a disgrace!
Third round - don’t let that white boy spit in ya face

[Round 3: Jerry Wess]
Vers’ Bedaffi, I got crazy
Had some of the best quotes

[Glueazy]
Me too

[Jerry Wess]
Became a threat to Green
Now I show niggas fear in the ring: I’m Sinestro
But tonight, we got Justin Driver
Oh, this a game-switcher
But y’all should already know by now I’m a name-flipper
Nigga, I’m ‘bout to go on strike again
Where’s the love for me?
After I put Wav’ (wave) in a box, y’all went and got Just’ For Me?
He tried to hide his bitch from me, I ran in his place and chased him
He tried to transport her (Transporter), then Driver got the BaldHead: Jason Statham
Nigga, it’s gon’ be false advertisement if I hit Driver
After this, put you (U) on the glass: I’mma lift (Lyft) Driver
Wait, I could do that different

[Glueazy]
It’s been said, but that was dope

[Jerry Wess]
Wait, wait, right, ‘cause I could do it different
I can make it better, too
‘Cause niggas said you was gon’ sneak me, I was like, “Whatever, dude”
Told me keep my eye on him, ‘cause he very smooth
Now it’s the Uber app: got me watchin’ Driver every move
Fire!
I do my own murders, take my own shots
What I need to alley for?
Why ask my shooter, “Did he (Diddy) pop Justin?”
If I shoot him myself, I’ll be (Al B.) Sure

[Glueazy]
(*excitedly*) What? Who the fuck is this!?

[Jerry Wess]
If I shoot him right now in this venue, that’s too much evidence
I could wait ‘til he get back to the crib
You know, let him settle in
But if I sneak the gun in the venue, I could get the metal in
Nah, I’d rather wait ‘til Driver (wait to drive her) home: I’m a gentleman
Nigga, I don’t wanna hear nothin’ about you sellin’ drugs or how you moved the pack in the old days
Only way Driver flipped a bird, it was road rage
Nigga, I am pissed! Shit crazy
Driver (drive a) bitch: Miss Daisy!
“Ain’t no sugar in this shit!” Is that what I’m all about!?
Nigga, I done had more room-shakers than a haunted house!
You’ll get cracked, then drug: it’s a relapse
Then the Shotgun on Glu’: this the rematch!

[Glueazy]
I do want a rematch, I want a rematch

[Jerry Wess]
Two guns on me when I’m blammin’ tools
Mill’ and (meal in) the silver tre (tray): Spanish food
I don’t scare you? Yeah, you
Keep a spare, Glu’
Get off track, your wig’ll fly if I put this here, Glu’ (hair glue)
I done broke apart three of the Goonies - they detached forever
Guess they needed Glu(e) to put Ryda, Mack, and Jakk’ back together!
How many of them Goonies I killed? I figure four (figure-4)
I’m the Ric Flair of this shit
.80 pop, sugar daddy: it’ll take care of this bitch!
I know…
Nigga, I’ll spill his guts, organs hit the floor when the metal spread
Now the doctors gon’ have to put his insides back in like deviled eggs
(*Audience goes NUTS over that bar*)

I’m COOKIN’! (x3)
I’m cookin’ one, Rich!

[Glueazy]
That was crazy!
You take the yellow out the egg, you whip it up, and you put it back in there
Tell ‘em again - ingredients
It’s a recipe right there - he cookin’!

[Jerry Wess]
I said… (*chuckles*)
I said, I’ll spill his guts, organs hit the floor when the metal spread
Docs gon’ have to put your insides back in like deviled eggs!
When it’s time for drama, the Goonies don’t call you
You an extra
When it’s time to ride, they don’t need Driver: that’s a Tesla!
If it wasn’t for the fact that he left, we woulda never known this nerd
And until they bring him back on SMACK, I’m tellin’ my kids this was Rosenberg!

(*Audience cheers, and Jerry and Glueazy lock arms and give a friendly salute to the camera*)

As y’all can see...I can rock wit’ anybody
I done gave y’all proof
Am I ready for the main stage or what!? (YEEEAAAAAH!)
Nah, nah, this shit lookin’ like deja vu!
I guess it’s all good, Troy, I can forgive that…
Sike! I’ll never forget what you did, SMACK!
It’s Mr. “It’s Not Fair, I Was Top-Tier Before I Got Here”
Time!