Jey The Nitewing vs. Ru Bando

[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing]
Nigga you from Brooklyn?
You sure?
Couldn’t tell by lookin ya tapes over
The way I see it, you're only here cause Smack just needed it to make quota
They keep sayin', "This a layup."
Nah, this shit a layover
Jayhova (Jeyhova), sound like the Roc, but this a 'Takeover'
I’ma get rid a you
Snitch nigga in gen pop, a shoulder bump could be the end of you
I don’t needa get physical, I got plenty more options
That's still as physical, meanin’ I’m lookin over ya coffin
I mark men, marksmen, where ya war wounds? Harm who?
No knife, or a gun, wit’ just a pen I could sharp shoot
Okay he animated but I’ma mechanic, so either way it’s a cartoon (car tune)
They said "Bando" I heard "open house", see either way it's a walk thru
It’s real bad, stompin' out any fight that he still have
They’ll say he died wit’ Honor, if you ask me he might as well have
Lil’ frail ass nigga, get put to sleep tryna fuck wit’ Jey
Anybody pass by, "Oh. He just turned 21 today."
The MadKing
Niggas can only talk tough in a public place
"Jey give him a break."
Fuck that, they keep givin' him plates
And the shit that they give me not even minimum wage
I’m fuckin' starvin', and the homeless look, prolly gives it away
So it don’t matter if he fuckin' trash he still finna get ate
Lemme be more clear, the way I see it this warfare
Force fear, if the judges pick you, we goin' off air
Headlock, he’ll lose feelin' in his legs like a lawn chair
I'll let him go!
But not before I let him know he don’t belong here
The fuck is this?! Lookin' like his moms dropped him off here
Now I’m gettin' upset, you makin' it this far I really didn’t expect
But now it’s gon' take a super Ru (Subaru) just to fit in the test
Subaru, this a crash course, and yeah I didn’t forget
I couldn’t even get Strapped In, they knew it’s finna be wreck
I’ll beat you to death
Round 1, I ain’t done wit’ you yet

[Round 1: Ru Bando]
Question!...that we all know the answer to
Ain't you a choke artist!?
I see how much it damaged you
But you been clean the whole tournament, ever since JayBlac and Hennyman started ampin' you
It's Moana...this Samoan nigga needed the hook-up to turn into that animal
You PUSSY! This my shit!
Y'all got Jey beatin' Bando? Nonsense!
Glock spit!
In order for you to dodge this
Better jump a couple air-
You better jump a couple feet in the air: drop kick
As far as my last one, they said it was not it
So they gave me Wing for nothin': ostrich!
I'm at his job quick!
4 to 12 before he done wit' his shift
Wit' the shotgun, put the pump to his ribs
It's like he workin' a triple when I'm done wit' this bitch
I hold it over Nite (overnight), then hit him wit' the double again!
Or I catch him while he go in his crib! I'm not jokin'!
A dumdum (dumb-dumb) followin' Jey (J): it's a high moment
Sleep paralysis: his body still, but his eyes open!
Smoke his kid!
They like, "Not the child - that shit is outta place."
I tell 'em, "Pocket dial": I hit him by mistake
Lil' nigga caught in crossfire: this the KKK
We not gon' play!
I need that money, nigga, so I need to win
You ever smoked weed with your chiefin' friends?
Well, after I light up Jey (J), never to be seen again!
When I see his bitch, dome shot, holdin' her head on some grievin' shit
I did your other half bad like a evil twin!
It's me and him!
SHUT THE FUCK UP, nigga! Don't speak!
This body gon' have me sittin' up top: nosebleeds
Suite Life of Zack & Cody, aim it at this bitch
Now you ahead of the tip then (Tipton): Mr. Moseby
It'll be GTA if my bros creep
See Jey (CJ), make him block a semi: Grove Street!
You don't know me!
I'll let four hit him
Brain matter, all over the floor and shit
Nasty, especially when the morgue get him
Wing blood'll be drippin' out the bag: raw chicken
Rap, nigga

[Round 2: Jey The Nitewing]
I'ma be honest nigga, you're not worth three of my rounds
In this tournament you clearly got the cheesiest style
All I see is a clown, you and I are nothin' the same
A poor mans Hitman, just wit’ a gun and a name
A couple coke flip, periodic dope shit, but none of the pain
They don’t believe you, Kylie Jenner, ya see through
Transparent (trans parent), beat who?
The fans don’t even need you, to advance I only need two
But I brought 3, more like 2 and a babe
Bando dried up, it ain’t shit he could do for a Jey
I should just choke, off bravado I can’t lose anyway
I am the GOAT
Avocado I wrote for Ru in a day (Ruin Your Day) the fuck you gon’ say?
Nothin'
Just stand there and act stupid
That’s why they see 'Bando' way behind the king, it's trap muzick
It's that ruthless
You either bankin’ on Jey (J) or you glass shootin'
I ain’t Your Honor, this a different court pressure, adapt to it
I'll dap you when you can rap through a round without squeezin' a piece
See me I don’t needa be shootin' niggas, niggas need to shoot me
They only talk that way when they don’t mind losin' they teeth
Every time you smile it be like the movies when niggas choosin' they seats
I’m abusive, that handgun won’t do shit
Kung fu grip, getcha roof split
Pull a piece on me, better use it nigga
You hit the lotto this time, cause I’ma do you dirty as shit
Even wit’ a rifle ya odds are still 30 to 6
You look nervous, that’s pussy shit, I gotta problem wit’ that
So I’ll have 'em pourin' out cat litter where ya body was at
Nigga who watchin ya back?
I say getcha city involved
I’ll show ‘em my countryside when I make Ru stick (rustic) to the wall
I son niggas...like "I’m gettin tired a you missin' my calls
Where the fuck was you Father’s Day?"
Fuck around and get Marvin Gaye’d
Combination'll have this nigga lookin like Doctor Strange
His heart racin', STOP RUNNIN' IN MY HOUSE!
Made it stop racin’
Fuck Foster care and CPS, I’ll let God take him
Y’all basic
Straight trash get man one off a straight jab
Body shot
Have ‘em workin’ on his breathin’ like Lamaze class
Fuck uncle, I will bend ya wrist back until you say "Dad"
You wanna die then I’m wit’ it
Only my time got a limit
Gon’ have me feelin' like a deadbeat by the time that I’m finished
'Cause they gon’ remember me for sonnin’ you, but they’ll have to remind me I did it
MadKing

[Round 2: Ru Bando]
Yo, my last opponent was funny as shit
So this is where your life change
I just battled a D.C. comic...then they give me Nitewing (Nightwing)
Bad plan
And just like DC Comics, I'mma have Nitewing (Nightwing) tryna get away from this bat, man (Batman)
WeGoHard, I got them (Gotham), City! I'm back, fam'!
He got bars? Highlight 'em, Jey (MJ): The Last Dance
Yo, Smack, man, these niggas is retarded, nigga!
Y'all put Nitewing against a nigga that clearly been robbin' (Robin) niggas
Your bitch sweet!
Samoan jawn, she 6'3"!
I'm 5'6" - my monkey ass tryna climb that big tree!
She said, "My boyfriend gon' be comin' home, swiftly."
I'm not one to beg, I said, "Bitch, please!"
She was off the shits, stretchin' her neck like an accordion
She tall as shit, gotta tippy-toe on the bed when I dog her shit
To make the story quick, she had to stop suckin' 'cause he called the bitch
So I stabbed that nigga over the head like a scorpion
What's wrong wit' him?
She at home watchin' this battle, enjoyin' it!
In su casa
Sittin' on the same couch that Samoan gave me dumb throat: Umaga!
ENOUGH'S ENOUGH!
You think 'cause I'm short, I won't FUCK YOU UP!?
We could knuckle up
I'll put the gun down, nigga...and shoot you wit' the other one!
I ain't fuckin' dumb!
Y'all niggas got it so wrong!
"Bando ain't gon' do shit 'cause bro small"
I ain't gotta do NOTHIN'!
I got mad niggas waitin' to let that chrome off!
It's Facebook: I could end y'all lives wit' a phone call!
Hold on!
I'm in your apartment, my nigga
I found wifey, but I couldn't find your moms or your sister
So I cut her up
Hit your breast, leg, thigh when I'm sparkin' the Smith n'
Put a drum on Wing...and a big box is where they find parts of your chicken
I'm so wit' the shits...if I lose, I'mma dump a grip
Shoot up the tournament: Above The Rim
What the fuck is this!?
Y'all got Bando on some other shit!
KFC menu: I got Wing on my bucket list!
That's Round 2, nigga...the fuck!?

[Round 3: Jey The Nitewing]
Let's get serious, you know how stupid you been makin us look?
You got the fans talkin' 'bout us like we can’t even cook
N.O.M.E. Ten, and you one name away from the look
And on Rookies Vs Vets this nigga ain’t even booked
Cause they tired of yo' fuckin' ass
Name flips, you just button mash
But this ain’t (Saint) Patrick, more like the day after wit’ that lucky trash
It’s to the point, where even if I choke, you don’t fuckin' pass
Least wit' the judges decision, you done put the whole staff in a fucked up position
It’s already been mentioned
If I start chokin' I'm just lettin' you finish
And they just gon' come up wit’ an excuse on why they still had me winnin'
Like, "Yeah Bando gave us three rounds, but Jey presence is different."
I hope you payin' attention, cause now it’s mad overdue
Nobody gives a flyin' fuck that I’m battlin' you
Everyone who lost before deserves this more, even Honor and Pat didn’t lose
Sound like they talkin' 'bout 2020 when they ask about Ru
Cause wit’ all the real sick (Sikh) and the Chaos they’d still take that over you
So at this point, I’m just gonna save my fuckin' bars before I feel dumb
I got N.O.M.E. in two weeks, every clip I already filled 'em
He still tryna win I can’t tell, feel like he still done
My advice, put down all those gun bars, 'til you've held a real one
Cause I know this ain’t how Brooklyn do
Every time I look at chu, I wanna call Jaz to see if ya mother’s tryna look for you
My nigga you from Brooklyn Ru, where the fuck is ya pride?
You showin' up to every round lookin' like somebody died
Like 25 ain’t shit to you, you got some better shit to do?
What? You, like, 22?
Typical
These motherfuckin' millennials
I better hear you outside apologize durin’ ya interview
Tonight I’m better than you
Next time I expect better from you
Mad!

[Round 3: Ru Bando]
Yo!...
You tried to talk about the name flips?
Well, you don't choose the brightest of names
You play chess?
Then you should know, nigga
You can't checkmate a nigga wit' just a Nite (knight) and a King
You got some nerve, duke!
I got some Locs that let a bird shoot!
Fool's mate: it ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move!
Now...
It ain't-!
It ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move

Hold on, y'all

It ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move

(*Ru Bando spaces out for a few seconds as he tries to get his focus back; the small but vocal crowd grows restless*)

[Jey The Nitewing]
Hold it down, hold it down

[Ru Bando]
It ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move
Now I ain't cocky, but what you said?
I lost to Your Honor? Niggas tried me
I feel like these fans don't like me
It's either that or the Cavaliers is my team
He was right, he can choke and do all that
But I'ma shoot Jey and they still gon' give King the credit; Kyrie
You told Castro
"No fine print, just to make it easy for reader (Rita)"
Stop please, cause those eyes ain't read (red) nothin': Visine
I need that money nigga, if you try to stop me, the hotel gon' be a crime scene
Wait 'til he leave, then follow Wing (following) back; IG
Aw shit, Bando heatin' up, he in the zone again
Nah boy, that nigga really in the zone, it's still Kyrie
I see them comments in the chat, so I figured I had to get into a league of my own
Let's get it started

{chokes}

Ayo, let's get it started
You said cause I ain't loud my shit be garbage?
So cause I don't yell I lost? Cool, (law school) this is Harvard

{Bando calls time on himself}