[Round 1: Jerry Wess]

Let's get straight to the motherfuckin' body bag

This ratchet allergic to Blowpops and jokes, it don't lollygag

I roll up on him like he got the wrong prescription

Then peel (pill) back ya style like ya bitch left you with blue balls

You still wack

But I can help you wit' ya set ups

Get ya stills up baby, like puttin' an extra floor in the psych ward, now the build up crazy

My word play's sick and the schemes be very hard

Like startin' fights in clubs, I punch in every bar

He with his chick in the Nissan, I off his (Office) Max, they froze up

If she stay, pull a trigger and let the chrome bust

Put three holes in 'em, for the paper, now your soul dust

That bar may go over they heads, but you {smacks his hands} gon' catch the whole punch

If I see the bull comin', I lift it, like a matador

A gun inside of a fire truck, I put the ladder on

Arm in the blade, baracka style how I'm slicin' dawg

All he gon' see is the Tommy with the dagger, look like I'm callin' for the dragon sword

See that two, it rain man, from The Glove

It's on bitch, that mean you catch the rock off GP like Shawn Kemp

He get mixed, Jesus Christ, watch him spin and he twirl

I give him Hell on Earth if he box, have him rememberin' Earl

You gon' get one, hit God, tryin' to pretend for ya girl

Cause the only way ya arm will get in (Armageddon) if it's the end of the world

Now they said you was a threat, must've missed that

I see my niggas and tell 'em, "Clear it out", like this a mismatch

The shotty no joke, think I'm playin', sayin' get back

This shit Kid N' Play dances, it's best known for the kickback

So you got two choices, be the bitch or the shooter

Drive-by in a taxi I let it lift (Lyft) out the Uber

That ratchet hear you talkin', but it don't get to her

Silencer, talk to your soul, it's a ghost whisperer

My style cold, his timid and it isn't violent

Write the way I fight, in the pen' crazy, like prison riots

I start bookin' through ya block, dumpin' wit' the heat

Me and Gandhi tryin' to be president, I'm runnin' wit' the piece (peace)

You gon' earn (urn) this death, cremation the only thing they can do to you

The bullets is throat lozenges, it won't be no coughin' (coffin) at the funeral

Beat me? You got it all the way twisted, like a long dread

Neo and Morpheus, I had to choose to pill (peel) with a bald head

I gun butt him, and from the D, Wade, I black wit' the piece

Think URL sponsored Miami, y'all gon' see this nigga Smack wit' the Heat

What I did for battle rap- what HE did for battle rap, was monumental

Now I think you crazy, in my mind you mental

But you a vet', right?

And I seen your team work but before get to that...let me scheme first

I'm in the limelight, it'll appears your shorty, see a money move

I fig' he can't be mad at me for what his honey do (honeydew)

She call me papa yeah (papaya)

Tight, but you soft wit' it

Before he come to where I live (olive), I'm on his porch wit' it

On key we (kiwi) move in, slammin' on your door

I see ya mom moms - BAH! 'Nana (banana) on the floor!

My main goal to find ya boys and bury her (boysenberry), that's karma, damn it

If this fruit wishin' to get smacked, my palm'll grant it (pomegranate)

He been dead, for the headshot, stretch a zombie

My niggas like, "Nah let me kill him for you", and I catch it probably

My niggas like, "Dude, Tech bad. It's gon' be a homi."

Instead I did a trust fall, cause if I fall back he gon' catch the body

You smokin' me?

Wait, wait, wait, in his interview, he said I couldn't get the Benz

Somebody lied to you...

So I pulled up, in a Bentley, with the wider view...

"Jerry Wess, I know you the man, nigga."

I'm remindin' you!

I give you a head start before I start shootin', I'm timin' you

Who the fuck said you gon' beat me?

Who put Molly in your Sprite?

I'm showin' y'all the new Batman suit, this the body of the night (knight)

Time nigga

[Round 1: Tech 9]

Can y'all hear me?

Well aight then

You good?

Well aight then

S.P.I. two T.A.G.E

Y'all motherfuckers get it right Wayne A.V.E

Smack, I'm pissed the fuck off, I should've been on Rookies vs. Vets

I'm a vet, he ain't even a rookie

Far as I'm concerned, you ain't make it to the pros

You still tryin' to crack your way in, you like Pookie

The way I switch the Camaros up remind you of Tookie

You're all on social media sayin' anything like Kanye remindin' me of Gucci

92% of you battle rap niggas is pussy

Get on social media talkin' heavy, then at the end of the sentence it's a "lol" or a smiley face and that mean you pussy

If it's beef, we don't LOL or smiley face

The K clip curl, put it in the middle of a circle and make a smiley face

Suge askin' niggas what they life like, I need answers

I'm strong like Hitman mom when she fightin' cancer

I just in the ring like Ali and get to dancin'

All body shots, cause they hay makers is only effective if you land 'em

Y'all thought I was dead, but ya boy is back

Back in the buildin'!

I was never dead...

Y'all should've checked my coffin: it had scratches on the ceilin'!

Light bars, the fuck is light bars? That mean you write nothin' but filler

No disrespect to Tay Roc...man fuck Tay Roc, I don't give a fuck about these rap nigga's feelings

You battle rap niggas is tooo fuckin' friendly

Do the fans really believe y'all got a grudge? Hardly

You know who fucked battle rap up with all that smilin' and buddy buddy shit? Charlie

But I ain't gon' knock ya drug

What you smoke don't make me high my tolerance level is like Marley

Machine gun, it sound like playin' with the gas throttle on a Harley

I hate these personal angles, it's like y'all out here doin' detective's work

All this rattin' got it lookin' easy, y'all ain't even makin' detectives work

Well I'm on angles too, I spot a scheme and the TEC will squirt

German Shepard with the handle, I start barkin' soon as I detect the work

Why you talkin' greasy? Why you got your chest poked out?

Why you wanna be a gangsta?

All them niggas is dead or in the death row house

You should've been a gardener, your flowers would've been the best ones out

Or a male stripper, pause, you'll show daylight would've been the first one down

Roses, blossoms, fire, Dhalsim

Duct tape, gasoline, douse him

Light a match, he gon' be a burn victim if I allow him

Promethazine, I get rid of that cough like Delsym

Rain, Hell, sleet or snow, I get the doe off

You make it rain, I make it blizzard, I got the broom on ya window like I'm tryin' to take the snow off

Which one of you niggas wanna be a show out? Or be the show off?

If I show out, Smack gonna have to cut the show off

[Round 2: Jerry Wess]

This battle rap shit be funny and I'ma do what I can

The matchups be hella weird and messin' up my plans

Even niggas ask me 'bout battlin' Surf and that's my man

Even Smack wanted me to kill Tay in front of the millions...of the Roc(k) fans

Now is he Gun Titles or nah? Either way it be hella tragic

But you look disloyal behind niggas backs, hella stabbin'

If I put him on my team, one eye open I'm never slackin'

I already know he gonna try and cross him, he telegraphing

I'm here for D.W.I. and a drunk driver

Mr. Bean with gonorrhea, I'm dumb fire

His chick immature, I'll rock her

They say this nigga wild, she pregnant?

I put her head in her stomach, she can talk to her inner child

I'll put you in a hospital just to pull a cord, they all shot

Flatline, the shit sound like I'm buzzin' him out the porn shop

It's levels to this, don't stare 'case (staircase) you duckin' me hella late

I'm in the buildin', still clickin' like, "Where the fuck is the elevator?"

For SM6, I want a bigger name than you, someone vicious

But these vets be actin' like tampons, stuck up bitches

I should've iced him, before he walked in the venue, that was the code word

Or sparks in his face before he get in the ring; Goldberg

A few said this could be classic...it might be Tech

Before check, I planned on zippin' you up, work to Nike, Tech

I'm aimin' for Head & Shoulders, hopin' he wild out

I just got here (hair), I'm already scratchin' the surface; dry scalp

I'ma talk about your career goin' to waste, but I'm still braggin'

Now your strap off the waist like my belt on but I'm still saggin'

These two K's, don't look live when they glitch on you

Put a bomb in ya crib then blow ya spot up like I snitched on you

I put you in Davy Jones locker, yo' hoe can get torched better

They'll find you underwater with your chess (chest) sunk in (sunken) like lost treasure

Doin' it for your mans won't help the team

There's nothin' pickin' up this ugly ratchet, this bitch got low self-esteem

You think niggas is tryin' to come back and battle Tech 9?

As blasphemous as it seems, you number 30 in the Royal Rumble, nobody comin' after you in the ring

Yo, I said this Hulk, rock the crowd like the song stay lit

But this punch silence the crowd...like the bar ain't hit

I iced the hater sayin', "Who Wess?" They stasis? Cryos nigga

They mad I got to the URL hella fast, I got files nigga

You said you would kill me, but you would not

Burning a Klan member, I got the hood hot

Whatchu got won't work, so pardon you

Now it's steel (still) on your grill like burnt barbecue

War wounds in the field nigga, I got my scab

The .9 kickin', soon as I pick it up like-

("You're not my dad")

Listen up, I got the juice now, see your broad, the Glock will peel

Pull a Kendrick, hit ya bitch up (bishop) in an alley when I'm poppin' steel

She callin' you up then I dump it in her back

I take her out The Matrix, she already plugged for runnin' to the jack

Now he back on SMACK, you takin' who's careers?

Nigga you'se James Bond, niggas be playin' you for years

My shooter? Pop an E then (Ethan) Hunt, changin' the game prolly

So if every Mission:Impossible, I'm usin' the same Tommy

This nigga don't move nothin', I know what this lame 'bout

Comin' out the closet the only way he bring the flame out

But this battle, was kinda last minute

Let's be honest, it took about two weeks to get money on this card; direct deposit

But P told me if I raise a (razor) blade, I'd get more plates

Razor blades! More plates!

Razor blades! More plates!

I heard you work security at a mall place

You lookin' fat in your late 30's, why the long face?

Get him the fuck outta here!

[Round 2: Tech 9]

Deaf, dumb and blind, but he will not return to the right path

Deaf, dumb and blind, when you go brain dead from a right jab

You say you got the right plan

We in crisis mode and you wanna name yourself after a white man

The coonery

The foolery

They usin' me

Sharpshooters catch 19 from 60, I know that's somewhere in Wess eulogy

Fuck ya swag, that Burberry and Louie only makes you a punchin' bag

Up ya brand

Manage ya business

How many deeds you hold?

You into brand names, til a bitch bleach ya clothes

Play sharper, if you do (doo) rags you wave (way) smarter

You name chasin', it's all cotton that's owned by the slave farmer

You spend $350 on a Burberry shirt...just to look cool

I put that $350 to my daughter's tuition she gon' cook school

You put $10,000 on a Bentley car note so you fly whippin'

I put that $10,000 on a mortgage, the dinning room got sky vision

Roll the dice, gamble witcha life

Two 2's you gonna see this .4

Gamble witcha life Wess and I'll have you in a box dressed like the casino floor

My girl said I look too gangsta, want me to cut my beard off

She in the crib, rantin' and ravin'

Scratchin' the serial numbers off the .9 the only way I get a clean shavin' (shaven)

You'se a new comer, you still tryin' to catch up to my old numbers

I was in the midwest runnin' through Miles the first Summer

Madness, I'm mad piff

He's flaky; dandruff

Inspectah (Inspector), Deck he get his legs stretched before he pull a Gadget

Ratchet, this ass whoopin' y'all asked it

Tinactin, he's Actin Tough, tough actin'

I'm in Brooklyn all up in your videos, Puff dancin'

The game done changed, too many lames that's why I don't play 'round fleas

The gun come wit' a magazine cartridge, that's unlimited like the playground leagues

Ox him in his throat, oxygen tank, the doc gotta get air to his lungs

PS1 controller, cause you gon' have a cord attached just to play witcha son

Or I can put this knife down, dip, swole your shit

Oh you talkin' burners? Cool

I come through with the .4 too like it's over at six

Take ten paces and spin, I spin that six

He reachin', I shoot his hand and his gun drop through his pants

Gun in his boot, they gon' think he died in Iran

After I shot him...I ran

The fuck am I supposed to do?

Keep ya friends close and your enemies closer

All my enemies unapproachable

They ain't think I would be the one smokin' you

Instead they should've told you never try me fam'

You should be worried when you see me pull up in that sloppy van

And the windows rolled down and I extend ya hand

Ya man runnin'

BAOW! Body bag, your right hand runnin'

BAOW! Body bag, he runnin'

BAOW! Body bag, the coroner gotta put his body bag in a body bag

[Round 3: Jerry Wess] [22:15]

Let's keep it real, I was supposed to battle QP...but his phone died

At first I ain't know it was Qleen, I was writin' for Quantum the whole time

Beasley hit me like, I got a vet for you, he owe me a favor, I'm callin' him right now

I'm thinkin', "Awesome. Rex. Damn Beasley you must be ballin'

Or maybe it's X-Factor. No, Goodz. It don't matter out the four of them."

Beasley said, "Your guess was hella close. Cause this nigga lost to all of 'em."

Now honestly they tried to convince me you not a bum

You scream "body bag" when every other battle...you was comin' outta one

DNA took your slogan so his career had no importance

Then he jumped to UDubb and Bill Collector beat you with no performance

Ars' gave him another shot, I guess he thought you was worthy

He battled O-Solo and guess who lost that one....Jersey

Now you tried your luck on Don't Flop to show the culture you are not done

Got lucky and dodged an impact of a Shotgun

But your last battle here? You got booed

Nigga own up to your fault

His last match he partied with Cortez and woke up in the vault

But now you back on SMACK and it's been so long, nigga

You missed a lot of shit, since you been gone nigga

Like Shine left Dot Mobb for NWX, there's a bunch of them niggas

And Math went about 10 plus battles without snuffin' a nigga

Niggas is teamin' up, 2 on 2's is poppin' now

Both the Ill's are back and Cortez battles droppin' now

Clips is losin' battles, Arsonal retirin', he'll be done by the year

And DNA is still sayin', "Get him the fuck outta here."

But let me guess, you the man in your rap, you got those

You ever had [?] meme you? You ever had a Picasso?

But let me guess, if we went to school together you'd have DDT'd me, right?

Dumb move, I done came back with my brother and put you in a 3D in the lunchroom

Swiss Army or the Butterfly? A nigga back at it

You hear? I said Swiss Army or the Butterfly, a nigga back at it

His face look like an opportunity, I'll take a stab at it

But you here cause you broke, not cause for the culture

You only care 'bout ya pocket like he showed up for Th3 Saga birthday, he only here for the profit (prophet)

I said, I run up on a Tech 9 with a TEC 9...X I ain't gon' give Tech nine

I'll gun but him wit' it, cause wastin' ammo will be a dumb move

Your bullet don't got your name on it, but the gun do

You like to call truce, who gettin' saved witchu?

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, I'll bury the hatchet...in the grave witchu

This ink'll (Inca) be the reason to take your last breath

Cause on my end (Mayan) I always thought you was ass Tech (Aztec)

I mean, he used to run shit 'round here until he got demoted

Computer chip in Lux I'm locked and Loaded

This battle was actually a set up, you got got dummy

Your whole career, George Lopez, you are not funny

This battle does nothing for me

Like even if I murdered duke

Think Smack gon' be like, "Yeah Tech 9 son, let's see what you do with Murda Mook."

Noo!

But ain't this kinda like the body bag you had in the trailer?

This is weird

Cause as y'all can see it ain't me in this motherfucker, it's his career

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn

Third round I ain't do it yet

Imagine how the crowd'll feel...whatcha life like?

I'll show you again how a Shotgun round will feel

Bangz rebuttled it, but he can't if I swing around the steel

I shit'll click BOOM, the kickback got me in the crowd for real

Now y'all niggas better say it with me

Your return: Body bag

Your career: Body bag

I just crowd surfed and put your body bag in a body bag!

Time nigga!

[Round 3: Tech 9]

So here you go with that dumb ass crowd surfin' shift, you havin' a blast kid

Aye JayBlac, for givin' him that body bag, you gon' get yo' ass kicked

You can't come to Philly nigga

I'ma be nice cause I don't wanna fuck the show up

I just made your wife my WCW, now you flamin'; nitro

This AR will rip through your car, the insurance adjuster will give you a nice quote

Glock 9 this my buddy, where ever he goes, I go

If I ask to see your hands, don't move, don't make me nervous

Or I kill a nigga quicker than 5-0

The gun come with a suitcase, I fold my arms up, the way I fold my arms up

Black Lives Matter well I'ma need everybody to get they arms up

Social media threat, you is the cat that warned us

"Don't get Weezy, disrespect his Baby, I shoot your tour bus."

Be quiet

Use the same words and silent to listen

Pay attention, oh you a tough guy?

Watch the aggressor become the victim

You got homicidal thoughts but your shot a lil' 'flicted

You shoot awkward, I shoot accurate it's a big difference

My girl, she ride wit' me, I got four forwards, twin daughters

Quadruplets, four quarters

These Kim Porters, I raise twin daughters

Faith Heaven, the shot will be Notorious

Even if I beef with my brothers, fuck I look like sidin' with the enemy?

I ain't got an ounce of K-Shine in me

I respect the shooter if the victim gets shot over somethin' serious

Unless you pull a K-Shine and fence jump

Well then you get the Dot nigga, PERIOD

Keep reachin', rip bullets, heat seakin'

Face shot, now he sound like Big T sleepin'

Deep breathin', you kill one of mines I kill three of yours and we even

I let you marinate in ya blood; that's deep seasonin'

I took this battle as an experiment

This shit is hide and seek cause I can't figure out what tier you in

I heard them NWX niggas is lookin' for me

Well tell them niggas, "Here I am."

Lookin' at them jewels I got from that white girl this is slavery

I kill you just for starin' then

Don't make me pull your jacket nigga

The chances of you beatin' me, one in a trillion

64, you got a better chance at a perfect bracket nigga

Put some respect on my name, I don't play with you guys

Bitch niggas turn Charlemagne, "W-w-why you wanna get tough with the radio guy."

I said it already

I did it already

Feds raid my crib lookin' for the murder weapon, I hid it already

My chick custodian, she 35 but she look like she could audition for Nickelodeon

I been ridin' with the same block for 20 years, I got that Kobe vision

Binoculars, rifles, scope extension

Go ahead Aak

Body bag