Nu Jerzey Twork vs. Casey Jay

[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
This shit got me hot
Y'all be so impressed with what she do
I'm not as shocked
Surf at the Faceoff like, "The best Casey versus the best Twork; who wins?"
This shit gotta stop
Y'all can give me the strongest Case' in the world, she won't get outta box
I might just blast
This automatic? Like lightening fast
This shotgun? Like Tyson jabs
I usually don't start my rounds off with similes, but I just don't "like" ya ass
I'm rollin' deep
Why you always bringin' ya mom to ya battles?
If you lose she gon' [?] if you win she so relief
They put up a 100K, told us niggas, "go compete"
For a 100K, I'll look ya mother dead in her eyes
As hеr, "You think I'm gonna let ya daughter live with this loadеd piece?"
Alright, then I'll rest my Case', and so does she
I'm talkin' coffin' in here
I'ma come to Texas, find a lake to toss this bitch in
Get to ya home town, they gon' find you next to a dock (Doc) kid
Someone floatin' in the Austin Rivers
Larkin hit her

{chokes}

[Twork talking to himself]
I told you niggas I didn't want to do this. I'm done bro. I'm done

[Round 1: Casey Jay]
I said, you cry baby ass nigga, this was supposed to be Swave
This nigga called and complained
He the reason this shit changed
But I ain't upset, I'm more mad this who y'all call the best
A procrastinator, versus a dangerous threat
I'm not surprised, he'd rather battle a bitch, he too afraid of Prep
For 100K? I will kill
They said I had to battle him, shit, big deal
I knew I'd get to Jerusalem, cause the capitol is real (Israel)
Who the fuck did you think I was nigga?
You 'bout to find out
I heard you was askin' for Case', you gettin' tried now
The pressure gets applied now
Cause them blue strips, you can't fake those
We both tryin' to elevate
We tryin' to fight over this bag like Saweetie and Quavo
That's bodies droppin', that's not an option
Ya name "Twork"?
Y'all can't convince me that this pussy poppin'
You hoe nigga
You always had hope nigga
You grew up in the church
Loso/A. Ward, you should be rappin' like those niggas
I expose niggas, tell me when shit for you changed up?
You've been around ushers, we know that them fake bucks
After Swamp, y'all really think that I'm scared of niggas?
I'm like Lori Harvey cause I can pick which ever nigga
It's no mercy
So fuck whatchu say bitch, cause I spray clips
Cause if it's beef for real, I won't spare a nickel, that's how you stay rich
So many fuckin' way I could kill him, my head hurtin'
Said "fuck it", just use Jersey for practicin', red shirt him
The lead squirtin'
Now he on the ground twitchin', he dead nervous
The nerve of him
Thinkin' he could go against me
The timing bad
These two guns go together good like Fonz and Ave
I'm kinda mad
Cause this who y'all sayin' is some fuckin' star?
The same motherfucker who got caught cryin' on the street corner
Nigga, you couldn't make it to the fuckin' car?
I don't care what you say, you not who you say you are you bitch nigga
Claimin' Piru? Shit, this nigga
It's all a damn image
All he do is have one liner and gun filler in every transition this man finished
AR got lead in it
Catch him in his home like he tryin' to kill the situation
Baow, he dead in it
Beat me? That's somethin' I doubt nigga
It's a wrap for Twork, you 'bout to be out nigga
So go ahead...bounce nigga

[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
Casey, you bad as bad
A nigga ask me how you look I'ma say, "attractive" fast
Nigga can't even ask me if I'm a smash or pass
I mean your face, umm
But yo' ass? Is grass
It's some decent actin'
I've peeped ya tactics
I mean I've got my highs and lows, I go there when I want
Like season passes
But you? Been doin' this shit for umpteen amount of years, we ain't equal rappin'
I mean, I battled Dougy one time and went straight to, almost N.O.M.E., you ain't peep the madness?
All it took was one book and them doors opened up like a secret passage
This nina clappin'
I'm talkin' Aaliyah, I put One In A Mil'
Catch you comin' out the club, like, "What is the deal?"
Her silly ass tryin' to figure out how to run in some heels
Bitch you better run for the hills, I'm comin' for real
I'm gunnin' for real
Chase you down, take you to the highest tower, she want me to chill
Out the window, Case' thrown out, like I won an appeal
I put eight in the clip, AK to this bitch
When it's my time to work, I stay puttin' in
You mad cause I'm holdin' my shit down? That's why Case' sensitive?

{chokes}

It's all good, listen Casey, all y'all Bardashians
All you bitches go
I'ma run down on all y'all with pistol smoke
Clip full of jalapenos
It's gonna start with Jay but it end wit' O
I'm Strapped In
I'll clap you in a coma
Madness, I could snap at any moment
Listen, I done fucked all y'all Queen of The Ring bitches
That shit miniscule
Only bitch left is Babs, and she gon' get it too
I'ma come to her house, fuck her on the couch like that shit is cute
I'm talkin' Michael in The Woods, humpin' on the Bunny in the living room
You better get in tune
You hype cause Caffeine gave you a show?
You gotta get ya hours up
Well it's ya final hour
You think they gon' come to ya grave when I kill you?
I highly doubt it
Let's see if all ya white buzz gon' come and give Cauli flower (cauliflower)

{Smack calls time}

[Round 2: Casey Jay]

{crowd claps at the end of Twork's round}

But that nigga get claps for choking. That's crazy
[Twork] You ass though, I'm not gon' lie

[Casey Jay]
We was holdin' shit down
When you was out due to injury
I know you healed physically, but you ain't shook back mentally
Cause you always rememberin' you was almost a memory
Nigga, how you Strapped In, but wasn't strapped in?
I'm about to take away from your confidence
Your accident, just shows us, not living what you rap about has a consequence
I can't honor it
But do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
I do
Ya pops was a dope fiend, in need of some protection and some help
So when he seen you with that cracked head
You just showed him a reflection of himself
It was right after you battled Danny Myers, and it's all odd
Cause you went from rappin' with him to being one flat line away from never rappin' a Bar-
God
I'm Strapped In!
I'll clap you in a coma
Nah, he wasn't strapped in
The doctors was tryin' to clap him out his coma
But y'all had me fucked up
Talkin' like I can't get past Twork
That troubled me, cause Twork can't make me cut my rounds short, shit y'all can't Hustle me
It's fuckin' me
Am I the only one thinkin' y'all was trippin'?
Cause if I lift this .9 or .357 that puts the odds against him
I'm hella different
Two guns, a double threat
Like my nigga not respondin' fast enough, I'm sendin' double texts (TECs)
I'll off this cat and keep ringin' on him like, "Nigga, call me back."
Nigga, I let it go in a minute and have your face gone
If I'm pussy, this pussy grip so the bust won't take long
So hold this L, cause it's not mine
This big dawg droppin' tiers (tears) on cam' like K-Shine
Trust me I'm wildin'
I plan on droppin' Twork (twerk) more than Megan Thee Stallion
That's Texas shit
But when you was emotional about a bitch
I seen how you did Norbes when you was checkin' him
Nigga, you the reason they callin' battle rap "wrestling"
You was supposed to do him foul, and I ain't see no hands
But oh, damn, it's his signature to choke, that's why he hit him with a choke slam
You low fam'
You even left The Goonies for NWX, nobody even provoked him
You was supposed to be a rider (Ryda), that's why I got one of his homies to smoke him
Even paid his Ace, I mean (Amin), he caught him when he wasn't expecting cuz
Now Twork's Bobby Brown cause he lost his whole family to drugs (Drugz)

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
You said, yo' stepmom killed yo' daddy

[Casey Jay] R.I.P. my dad

[Twork]
Well me I'ma bring a baritone
And I'ma kill yo' mother if it's even a single parent home
You 'bout to die baby
Nah...I died, but you was ass
This shit- sometimes I gotta apply patience
But my guns get wiped, washed- all that, the .9's stainless
You ever seen Dave Chappelle on Half Baked? It's high maintenance
Ruger stray, to ya face
I only said Dave Chappelle, you seen him play ball with Prince? Shoot the J(ay)

{chokes}

Jersey man

[Round 3: Casey Jay]
I isolated myself, cause wasn't nobody gonna take credit for this
I was stressin' and shit
Muhfuckas givin' me lectures and shit
Like, "Do this", "Go first", "fight back", "Don't choke", "He might choke. He might not."
When the fuck will this stop?
I had people saying

{Casey gets mad at Twork muttering to himself and says "Shut the fuck up bro"}

Had people sayin' this was the biggest battle of my life
Like these motherfuckers knew what kind of battles I had to fight
I mean not many could withstand the mental capacity to even chat wit' me
But actually, the viewers can get the right angle to know it's an L
To try to rap wit' me
You square nigga
You be shootin' people and shit
Swear nigga
I mean, yo' pen game strong to be fair nigga
But this type of shit is rare nigga
This a lot of paper and I'm tryin' to hit so many zeros that they connect me to the operator
It's time to anchor, it's null and void
Your style, ain't even your style, I'm so annoyed
But he swear he did everything first like Soulja Boy
But you've been travelling, eating good
I catch him out, 'til this mil' (meal) come with fight like Waffle House
Shots to his chest, he's shapeshiftin'
He fucked, know it's hard to believe like rape victims
AK liftin', around shoot
I'll air it out like a loud boo
That's not a loud boom
I'll put the silencer on it, the sound proof
But you a Street Fighter? Well I advise you to think wiser
Cause fuck if he giant and off the muscle like Zangief
This guy'll get violent it's cool, cause the gun got a kickback like Chun Li with a grip like M. Bison
So anybody that dials him, gets stretched longer than Dhalsim
Who really puttin' up a fight now? I doubt it's him
Battles with three classic Twork rounds? The file's slim
O'fficial killed you, and now you tryin' to get revenge on me?
Nah, city girl's up two and this Lil' Uzi underneath JT
But I wanna see you talk that shit when the razor come
He came tryin' to hit a lick, now he can't even speak in his native tongue
Fuck if you got a gun if nobody gettin' hurt
If I fire I put everything in a box, this my last day of work
I'll off his (office) team, they all get a box like a cubicle
Y'all gon' have to find Twork's replacements from The Crucible
And you don't get no more nigga, fuck you