URLtv, DNA, E. Ness - DNA vs. E. Ness lyrics

You ready? Here we go i said
I ain't gon' rap 'bout
His background or origin
And I ain't got to rap 'bout his
New tooth to score the win
And I ain't gon' use Charlie
Clips and his damn
Pops in my lines to chalk you out
Who the fuck am I kiddin'?
That's all I'm gon' talk about!
See, then some of y'all gon' see Ness get mad
Missed a turn? Summer Madness
They even put my name in the title
You motherfuckin' faggot!
See, you gon' say some cool shit like
"You just a old-ass clown
Sit yo' old-ass down
Let a young nigga shine -
Sit yo' old-ass down"
I'mma flip that bar like
"You just a young-ass clown 'cause


When the G's come around
'Cause when grown folks is talkin'
Sit yo' dumb ass down!"
See, 10 years ago, when you was 11 years old
I was on tour, nigga, sellin' out shows
Rippin' down stages, dickin' down hoes
Whilе you was in school eatin'
Boogies out your nose
I'mma tеll you when this shit
Gon' start to go bad
When I have you like Dizaster had
Canibus pullin' out that notepad
See, me, I'm a nomad i be in my low bag
That throw jabs and specialize in
Givin' out toe tags
And what's your body count
Nigga? I'm triple digit's
You just my little nigga's
Little nigga's little nigga
You pull your shit
I pull my shit out just a lil' quicker
You got a gun, I got a gun
But mine's a lil' bigger
I hope you got the picture
Whoever ridin' wit'cha
Cause you'se a motherfuckin' sucka so
I got to get ya i'm gon' get you, sucka!
You stupid motherfucker
Now lemme tell you why
You a stupid motherfucker!
See, he a stupid motherfucker
'cause his whole career
Is based off being a stupid motherfucker
All up in his raps
Like he shootin' motherfuckers
His pops dead, but if he was here, he'd say
"You stupid motherfucker!"
Tell him, "He is not a thug"
Stop, 'cause he ain't got the love
And punch him in his mug for
Gettin' blood on these boxing gloves
Now I'mma tell you my whole plan
Before I got in here was to get anybody who
Participated in this SMACK uRL event
From Math Hoffa, Cortez, Hollow Da Don, T-Rex
Murda Mook, K-Shine, Conceited, Calicoe
X-Factor, Young Miles, Ms dolarz, Rich Hustle
Charlie Clips
DNA and his new smile the FUCK OUTTA HERE!
(The crowd in Webster Hall
Starts loudly booing
E ness for roughly 25 seconds)

Aight ness vs dNA the fuck, I got demoted?
Cause why would SMACK put a puppet
In the ring wit' a poet?
This kid been rappin' the same way since
The first day we seen him
But then he talk shit 'bout every
Battle league that breastfeed him
Like, he had 30 battles on SMACK
Maybe one or two on Grind Time
Just to cock-ride to King of the
Dot talkin' 'bout he top 5
Come on now - stop, 5
Keep it a bean, you know that's not live
You just mad Louie 13 wouldn't let
You into the Dot Mobb
And lemme tell you somethin'
'bout the Dot Mobb
Them three niggas got nine lives
Cause no matter how many
Times somebody go upside
They head or beat 'em in a battle
Them three niggas will not die!
This shit ain't payin' my-

(The crowd gets back on E ness's side as
They laugh and cheer at that bar)

This shit ain't payin' my bills
So I'm gon' cut a side deal
To walk down on him like
Bishop when he popped Steel see, Mook, Rex
And K-Shine think they the Dipset
Them pussies make my dick wet!
I'm just surprised Charlie Clips ain't
Make you his bitch yet!

(While E ness raps that last bar
The crowd reacts in shock and disgust to
The bar just before it - with
More than a few people yelling, "Pause!")

Cause Mook ain't Cam! Don't cut me off

Cause Mook ain't Cam-

(E ness wait's another eight seconds
For the crowd to quiet down enough so he
Can start rapping again)

Cause Mook ain't Cam, and Rex ain't Jimmy
And K-Shine can't be Juelz 'cause
His first name Kenny
Don't wanna hear them songs
'bout them 12-12 skinnies
And you givin' out shots if
You can't take any nowback to DNA
Chill - it's gon' be OK
Cause when I'm done with DNA
Y'all gon' call him "DOA"
Let's talk about DNA he'll never win a VMA
He the type to swim with
You from thirty-five feet away
Let's break down DNA's DNA
We all know he comes from a broken home
One way mobile phone
With the genetics of a retarded XY chromosome
Now y'all came to see DNA
This dickhead in action?
Or y'all came to see me turn in
The Hulk and straight smash 'em?
Cortez? Lame! Charlie? Has-been!
Them the two niggas supposed to
Be y'all upper classmen?
Hollow locked up so when I see
Him I'm gon' ask him
Are y'all the black version of
Two And A Half Men?
See, I know what you gon' do
You gon' kick a few nameflips
Try to spit the same shit
Ya step pops Charlie Clips got
In the game with oh wait, that ain't it
You gon' talk about Puff
How he had me walk up for some cheese cake
You gon' say some slick shit about Philly
How you gon' eat me like a cheese steak
You gon' freestyle, you gon' improvise
But that's committing genocide
'cause I'm a livin' legend
Nigga, you's the living lie! (Crowd boos)

What you gon' say DNA?
That your real name is Lloyd Mathis?
And you ugly than a motherfucker?
I just know that shirt you had on when
You battled Dizaster was snuggy
Than a motherfucker
Man, I read you like a textbook
Right jab, left hook
No-look pass from Durant out to Westbrook
You ain't on my level
I'm dancin' with the devil
And ya man wanna wrestle like
These hands ain't successful
And I'm so special, and I'm so special
Cause, I can get personal and disrespectful

Summer Madness 2, hm
It almost feels like I signed
Up for a death wish
Cause this the first time I'm the
Favorite and he's the underdog
So y'all gon' cheer for anything he says
'cause y'all don't expect shit
But, if I come with Making The
Band, cheesecake, and P diddy jokes
I might see the respect switch
So I guess going bar for bar's
The only option I'm left with
I was supposed to battle
Mook, Lux, and Serius
But they ain't wanna accept this
So URL work hard to get me on the
Card, and I knew when I made it
Leave the rest sick
Once I said I'll take the
Making The Band nigga, they
Said, "well we can get him
For a flight, hotel, and less chips"
So since Smack milked him
For what he's worth
Then it's only right I get rid of Ness quick
(Nesquik)
Now let's talk about your career in
The industry, 'cause it's sad
But this is what I gotta do to hurt you
Cause you had your chance to
Make the deaf jam
(Def Jam) but Bad Boy jocked
You from going Universal
Atlantic didn't want you, Interscope
Didn't need you
So royalty checks you would never see none
Looks like them labels gave
Everybody else a deal
But forgot to gave E one (E1)
That's 'cause ya image is horrible and
All ya songs is trash
And every verse you spit is plane
So A&Rs get bored and pass (boardin' pass)
Now what got me mad is you actually
Had a chance to be signed star
So since Bad Boy ain't never let you shine
(Shyne)
It's only right I make you suffer behind bars

(E ness: "That shit wack that
Ain't bar for bar")

And speaking of prison, once I grab
That ratchet, cock it back, aim and pull it
You won't have to spend a year in
Jail for you to take a bullet
So you better die, just see ARs
(C-A-R) , when these hammers'll blast
Cause, I run up and put a magnum
On E like you ran outta gas

(E ness: "Not today not today")

So keep frontin' like you on your
Block and it's live as shit
How you got cookies on your strip
And you got pies to flip
I guarantee I knock your spirit out
Your soul once this 9'll spit
Cause once I give E forty (E-40)
Y'all gon' see his ghost ride the whip

(E ness: "That's light! That's light
You know that's light")

Now with bars like that
It just proves you can't last a round
But, it's Summer Madness 2
I figured I give y'all some action now
Okay, cool, Ness
Play Peter Parker 'til I roll up like
Mary Jane and let that Glock pop
Cause with these metal arms you can
Get eight like Doc Ock
And if I let that hammer
Flash, ya parents'll die
And you'll never see ya son again
See, ya aunt may (May) survive
But these bullets'll still make ya uncle bend
(Ben) now with wordplay like that, it
Ain't no stopping me, nigga
But, I can't just give 'em action
I gotta give y'all comedy, nigga
You look like a cokehead, Ness
It you look like a cokehead, Ness
Trust me, me and my team know
It look like on every Friday
You take a brick to the face like Deebo
Well just know I crack heads like
Ezal for thinking I'm a joke, b
And like Craig
Y'all gon' see red after I smoke E (Smokey)
Now after breaking down
Friday and Spider-Man
Y'all probably think it's nothing left to say
Cause using motion pictures
I just showed y'all how to move E
(movie) in every way
It's round one, it's getting hot in here
And Webster Hall, y'all know my slogan

(Crowd: "Get him the fuck outta here!")

No, get E ness the fuck outta here!
Every time I battle Philly
Rappers, I kill 'em
I got Rone and Tech the fuck outta here!
In that third round
I got my tooth the fuck outta here!
Fuck every legend on the card!
Get Iron, Lux, Serious
And Mook the fuck outta here! What's up!
What's up!

See, I knew what you was gon' do DNA
That's why you're so typical
Cause out of all the battle rappers
That ever graced the stage
You the most typical
See, we can take this shit outside
If you wanna get physical
Or we can keep this shit on-stage
And I'mma make this shit Biblical
You see I knew what you was gon'
Talk about my fights on TV
Or my gripes with PD
Or how I got dropped off the label
And ain't put out one CD
But in the back of ya mind
You subconsciously wanna be me
So when I say I got the burner
I'm not talking about no CD
See that one verse I wrote for
P diddy for Press Play
Made me a very very very
Wealthy man the next day
So the next time I hear one you
Faggots say he broke and he off-point
Just go to number thirteen
'Diddy Rock' featuring Shawnna and Timbaland
Off the Press Play joint
If a nigga still frontin' like
I ain't made no money
Burger King bought the rights
To the song for-

(Crowd interupts with boos)

Nah nah, nah, nah

Right now he tryin' to figure
Some shit he could rebuttal
But this the second round
So I'mma make 'em see double
They threw me DNA 'cause they'd
Thought he'd give me trouble
But this nigga wouldn't blow if he had
The dicksucking lips from Ms hustle
DNA, you in the way, bro
Continue with the shade show
Cause, I know and they know
Smack put you on the payroll
Norbes tried to set me up
But you the one got played though
Cause you the weak nigga of
The family around Fredo
Now, let me tell you the difference
Between metaphors and real rap
It's when real rap take the stage
All the metaphors chillax
Tell Smack, he better kill that
'fore he get his shit peeled back
Cause there's real niggas in
The building that don't
Fuck with Smack that's gon' feel that
I know Smack gon' try to play me
'cause he told you what he pay me
But it don't make me or break me
'cause these guns is off safety

(Crowd boos)

Y'all just bore me

Shotty blast, karate class
I'm Jason without the hockey mask
Why everytime somebody battle on Smack
They say bodybag niggas say "zip it up"
Niggas say "landslide"
Tsunami using subtitles
Giving Smack handjobs
Niggas never step to me, why?
Cause, I'm a landmine
And everytime I land mine
They relocate they grandmom
I don't drive by, I walk by
Accurate as Hawkeye
You fucking with a Big Mac, dog
You's a small fry holla gon say "ballgame"
You gon' be the fall guy
When I let a spark fly
Split him like apartheid
Tales from the Darkside, scene out of Saw 5
Executionist style, do it while he hogtied
They say if you gotta do the crime
Then you gotta do the time then DNA
You gon' get a five to ten for
That New York state of mind
You should be locked away
You know what I'm about to say?
How the fuck they gon' sic
Nate Robinson on Dr j?!
What, you thought you was in New York
You was gon' have the homecourt advantage?

(Crowd member: "Yes!")

Well I'm gon' tell you in English what
Cortez scared to tell you in Spanish
Nigga, you's a bitch
Without the pocket book and the wig
Knock his head off, step back like
Look what I did
I ain't wanna come to Philly
So you know y'all pussy
Came back up the turn pipe
Let's Bang Bang Boogie
Run up on DNA with that same damn hoodie
Make 'em toss up them same damn cookies
I leave his brains by his feet
Or put a stain in his sheet
Cause, I'm really not the one
That you came to defeat

(Crowd boos)

Y'all ain't wanna hear me
Y'all ain't come to hear me
Y'all ain't come to hear me
Y'all ain't wanna hear me

And why every battle
You getting all these dumbass shirts made
That's the type of shit my son learn
How to make in first grade but after this
Lung cancer at the third stage
DNA, you's a bird brain
You ain't never served 'caine
All you ever did was look
Out when the first came
His first name my middle name
Yeah, he got a little fame
But when it come to the boss
You always gon' be the middle man

(Crowd member: "Time!")

(Crowd boos)

I walk to Brooklyn 'til my feet hurt -

(Crowd boos interrupt E ness)

Y'all niggas y'all niggas that
Shit ain't cool that shit ain't cool
Go ahead man, go ahead Smack
Y'all got it, man

Y'all niggas came here to boo me
Y'all niggas came here to boo me real shit
Y'all niggas came here to boo me
I give a fuck

Aight, I'mma freestyle, check it out

(Smack: "Be careful, 'cause they
Spilled something, don't slip, my nigga")

Let me ask you a question, Ness
You said on the Play album
That you wrote "Diddy Rock"?
Well that shit's hilarious
'cause you still don't got nothin'
On that Diddy rock
And let's be honest, after
That crowd booed you, you should back out
I'm glad Q Tip's there
So he can throw your wax out
And after that crowd booed you
They should stop that shit
As soon as I bust a rhyme (Busta Rhyme')
I'm killing your whole Conglomerate

(E ness: "Ahhh")

(E ness: "They came to boo me")

Now how the fuck does anyone on
This Summer Madness stage doubting me
When I just killed E ness
Using everybody on that balcony
But check it
See this the round where I break
You down, so all that bullshit gotta stop
Ness cause in every rhyme you say
You push crack on
The street or you got coke on the block
Ness question: who have you cut, who have
You stabbed, who have you shot, ness?

(E ness: "Plenty niggas!")

If you've done neither then we can't
Just believe you bust your Glock, ness

(E ness: "Plenty niggas")

Gangster? Honestly that's something
That I'm not, ness

(E ness: "What is you talking about")

But, your rap name's Elliott Ness, and
You thought that was hot, ness?
If you won't tell the world, I will
You named yourself after a cop, ness
So you supposed to this monster
When you getting niggas locked, ness
(Loch Ness)

(E ness ranting: "You know that shit
Is light that shit light
You know that shit light i
Come- I'm a dinosaur
He know that that shit- Charlie come on they
Came to boo me that shit fixed
Fuck outta here you know both of you
Niggas know laugh fuck that shit, man
That shit corny y'all
Niggas corny y'all niggas corny all
Three of y'all niggas
All four of y'all niggas and Norbes too
I'mma talk to Norbes when I see him
About that shit shit is nutty")

(Smack: "Hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down")

So everytime you say you untouchable
And you wild with chrome
That just makes me think of the Untouchables
And how you put away Al Capone
You arrested a known gangster
For bootlegging liquor
Now you acting like you all hard
But by doing that, you showed
Us you don't like rap
'cause that proved you don't support bars

(E ness trying to predict DNA's rhymes:
" -You don't support the bars")

(E ness
Loudly: "Boooo! Fuck outta here! That shit
Nutty! That shit nutty! That shit
Nutty! That shit nutty! Boo! That
Shit nutty that ain't bars")

And ya parents named you Lloyd Mathis
Now that's saying a lot
Cause you got the last name of a judge
And your rap name's the same as a cop
But through all that, you still want us to
Believe you bust ratchets?
Oh, I get it, since you
Bang hammers in court
We shouldn't judge Mathis

(E ness: "A-a-a-hhhhhh! Nigga, go to my rap
Sheet, nigga go 'head rap nigga, rap")

C'mon man

(Crowd reacts loudly)

(E ness: "yeah, get him! yeah, get him!")

Yo my nigga, on some real shit
Are you gonna shut the fuck up when I rap?
Or will I, do I
Or do I really have to clap heat?

(E ness talking through round again:
"Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh")

Cause you see what happened when I brought
Up the last Philadelphia nigga's rap sheet
So why you still talking
'cause here's a known theory
Since when do y'all know a
Judge that had no jury (jewelry)
And I do mean no jewelry, 'cause
That chain's made out of aluminum
That's why it got foil in it
Your brother'll be in the dirt
His casket will have soil in it
I take your brand new infant
Put 'em in a pot and watch 'em boil in it
Now the last three words fit
You and your family perfect
'cause they got all you (oil) in it
But, I ain't just going to
Kill 'em like that
I'mma switch to some different shit

(Crowd member: "Oh my God!")

But, I ain't just going to
Kill 'em like that
I'mma switch to some different shit
Since you overweight and outta shape
Kill you with some Olympic shit
If they had you run laps in London
They would make you cry for help
So just know this tech'll leave you wet
And in trunks like Michael Phelps
You better get advice from Gabby Douglas
And all of her gymnastics
Cause when this gat spit
Y'all gon see some assaulted
(somersaulted) with no backflips
And even your bitch would be Olympian
Cause in bed
She good with head and she love to squirt
Woulda thought she won a gold medal
'cause every time we fuck, she come in
(cummin') first see, that was hot but it's
About to get fuckin' worse
Cause word is in Philly, you
Work at a supermarket
So how you got time for rappin'?
When I told disc- when I told
Clips this shit, we pictured
Started dyin' laughin'

(E ness reacts in outrage
Throwing his water bottle and spilling
Water on the camera lens:
"Oh! You heard this - Yo! Nah, man
Yo! Get this nigga outta here man
Get the fuck outta here not
Tryin' to hear that shit
Get this nigga outta here get this nigga the
Fuck outta here, man get this nigga the
Fuck outta here, man you choked nigga
Fuck outta here boo that nigga!
Now boo that nigga! You
Choked! Ain't tryin' to hear that shit
Man you choked let the nigga
Rap go ahead Clip let that
Nigga rap, man go ahead, man")

(Crowd member: "Say it with your chest!")

(E ness: "Aight li - C'mon man nah fuck that
Man")

(Crowd start chanting in unison:
"Cheesecake! Cheesecake! Cheesecake!
Cheesecake!")

(Smack tries to calm the crowd down)

Check it

(E ness: "Real shit, but you
Didn't beat me, nigga
The crowd helped you")

Aight nigga, , let me rhyme

(E ness: "Fuck outta here this
Nigga choking fuck outta here")

Yo like I said
Word is you worked at
A supermarket in Philly
So how you got time for rappin'?
When I told Clips this shit
We pictured you walking down the
Aisle and started dyin' laughin'
I said you dumb for working there
But Clips said you the smart type
Cause your job ain't bullshit
If you could pay
Your bills for pushing a cart right
Now I got a main problem with you, Ness
It's how you want us battle
Rappers to be respectable
When everybody on Bad Boy don't
Got respect for you if Biggie was alive
That nigga would probably snuff you
If Black Rob seen you
That nigga probably cut you
Lil Kim wouldn't give you head
Faith Evans wouldn't touch you
Come to think of it, nigga
Even Jae Millz said "fuck you"
So nigga, fuck you!
Cause every time I see your battle
They fucking trash!

(E ness: "Fuck")

I hate your fucking face
Your fucking clothes, and your fucking swag

(E ness: "Fucking-")

Fuck your gang, fuck your set, fuck your flag

(E ness: "Bullshit outta here")

Fuck your mom, fuck your aunt, fuck your girl
The only person I won't say
Is "fuck your dad"
That's 'cause he died, but if he was alive
He'll be fucking mad
Seeing a twenty year old kill him
Makes him fucking mad
Let them know that you a bitch, you a snitch
And fucking fag
You 35, back on SMACK, you doing fucking bad
That's 'cause you a pussy and a fucking bitch
Your career
Look in my eyes when I talk to you
You don't know who you fuckin' with
I should spit on you, nigga
You make me fucking sick
Look in my eyes when I rhyme
You don't got no fucking house
And no fucking whip
I use fucking in all them other bars to
Let you know you should fucking quit
Now that I disposed him
Who still believe that he king?
I just took away E heart (E-Hart)
(E ness: "Say the cheesecake line again
Say the cheesecake line again")
Now he can go battle at Queen of the Ring

DNA stands for the 'Dirtiest Nigga Alive'
This is the cleanest you have ever been
And I'm somewhat surprised
Now someone tell DNA to open up his eyes
Cause when you taking niggas money
That's a whole different high
Now we'd all like to thank Charlie
Clips for taking care of DNA
I woulda been his father if
His mother had the E&J well Charlie
I'm truly sorry it had to be this way
My llama like a fucking piranha
I let it eat away see ya music is trash
Your mixtapes never sell
Only way you'll get a deal is
If you take one to tell
I don't know why the fuck they gave me you
I'm crazier than crazy glue
Yeah, I've been skating through, since 1982
I've been doing this before the
Yankees wore navy blue
Fuck rap, you get smacked

(Crowd boos)

Wow y'all niggas booing, man
Y'all niggas hating
Listen, I'm not even gonna finish that
Let him rap nah, nah
They fucking my shit up

(Smack tries to calm the crowd down)

I don't know why the fuck they gave me you
I'm crazier than crazy glue
Yeah, I've been skating through, since 1982
I've been doing this before the
Yankees wore navy blue
And fuck rap, you get smrrracked
Look at what you made me do
And you getting lazy too
I seen ya last battle
If that Tech ain't jam in that third round
My man woulda had you i say that to say this
Niggas like you, I can't bang with why?
Cause you only as tough as
Them niggas you hang with
And y'all gon' hate when I say this
When I say Mook ain't the greatest
Cause Mook ain't been talked about since
Math gave him a facelift
Word is Math Hoffa ain't no gat-popper

(Crowd boos)

I guess you held ya own
But then you really did some
Faggot shit to kill see, Rone for Rone
Bar for bar woulda beat you probably
But what type of nigga you know tape
A fake bomb to his body?
He ripped off his hoodie, no t-shirt
No tanktop
Your whole career's been built off the glass
You're a bankshop
Now let me tell you some more faggot
Shit when you battle Big Titus
I'mma expose this litte nigga for the
People that didn't see it
Some super duper gay shit, man
I just couldn't believe it
Cause the first half of that second round
Was talking about that man penis
Now I'mma tell you some more
Shit I found out about
This nigga when I was coming up the highway
This bum ass nigga tried
To take Charli Baltimore
Out on a date to TGI Friday
Now you need to beg one of the
Labels to give you some money
And stop trying to treat these hoes
To a '2 for 20'
This faggot just cut his dick off
And sit next Rick Ross
Wear a bunch of lip gloss
Go and get his shit tossed
This fight was fixed
Don't you feel like you ripped off?
Scrolling through them call logs
Looking through them miss calls
Ask ya man, should you battle
Ness, he told you "nig, nah"
I fuck with you and everything
But I'm not going with y'all
Fucking with him
You done ran into a brick wall
Pitfall, Chris Paul when he get his shit off
These diamonds are forever
Say something clever
Cause nobody what you say
I'm gon' translate it better
And that bullshit move, you threw on Youtube
Was the dumbest shit I seen in
My life to get views now

Go ahead, let him have it, let him have it

Round one and two
I already show y'all who's the better rapper
But this the part where
We analyze your career
Like a book and go through every chapter
See, I done mentioned cheesecake
Making The Band, and P Diddy
Cause y'all would say it's predictable
And call it wack but ask yourself this
What else has E ness done to
Put his career on the map?
So instead of saying I'm being predictable
Tell this man he hasn't progressed
I bet you never thought of that, 'cause if in
Ten years you only known for three things
Now whose fault is this?
See this battle rap world started off as a
Network and over time it became community
So to see someone make it
We should all be happy and spread the unity
But, I'm angry at what you
Could've been, and for that
You a fool to me
Cause every battle rapper wouldve
Died for that opportunity
So as a man, as a father, as a artist
You are useless you don't blog, do videos
Or put out any music
So how could you get mad if we mention
Cheese cake, Making A Band, P Diddy
Or you getting fucking shelved
When you had several opportunities in your
Career to do something else
That's why the stuff I'm telling you right
Now is some of the realest shit
There's a hundred dudes that should
Be in your spot
'cause they was really out killing shit
Iron Solomon and MySonne joked about
That cheese cake, nigga, i'm dead serious
They started something, but with
This scheme right here, i'mma finish it
I'll bet everybody you know gave you a pound
When you made it on that show
Cause they thought you was all great
Little did they know you were
Cause after Biggie died, Diddy had lost faith
Thought ya music was bananas
But, you realized it wasn't
By your fourth tape
So he shelved you on your birthday
And you went into depression and
Started pitching that raw base
But have to provide for your kids
So you traded in them karats
Started gaining more weight
Do anything to make sure they get food all
Month and make sure they all safe
Now y'all don't need a pineapple to see his
Life's upside down and in the wrong place
So going to Juniors made sense
'cause in the end
All Diddy ever gave you was short cake
Now I want no applause for that
So don't start shaking my hand
That was just chapter one
Chapter two is Making The Band
When Diddy first started fucking with you
He liked for your aggressiveness
And your passion
So much to the point that out
Of everyone on that show
He made you the captain
Thought you would have a bright future
Thought would move in the world far
So how the fuck did you let Chopper become
More popular than you on World Star?

(E ness: "Fuck outta here")

You don't do no shows, don't
Put out no mixtapes, you ain't seeing bling
And Babs is more popular than you in battle
Rap off of hosting Queen of the Ring
Now MySonne and Iron Solomon joked about The
Band, but nigga, I'm dead serious
They started something
But with this scheme right here
I'mma finish it
You see, your career is like the internet
It started off at a high speed
And you became the man quick
But made a lot of bad connections
So all of Puff's plans switched
Lost every industry friend, nobody
To dial up, and all of ya fans dipped
And now got the lowest buzz online out of
Anyone you was in that band with (bandwidth)
But, I don't want no cheers for that
So don't start making mad noise
Cause that was chapter two
Chapter three is Bad Boy
Now clearly Puff don't fuck with you
Or you don't know math, boy
Cause that chain you got says B, that lets
Me know you don't know how to add, boy
(E ness: "It's a L
Nigga loch Ness! Loch Ness!")
Get it, B, add boy, that equals Bad Boy
For the fact your chain doesn't say that
That lets me know you doing bad, boy
Did I speed it up too fast
Am I going too fast, boy?
Looks like Puff and no one on that
Label fuck with you on Bad Boy
You should palm smacked 'til you fall
Cause out of everybody
You got the worse contract of them all
If they woulda gave that to Black Rob
He woulda say "Whoa!" whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
G dep woulda asked for a
Special Delivery and been gone
Mase woulda hopped on his horse and carriage
As soon as that bread's gone
112 would say it's over now
Faith Evans was too head strong
Biggie looked you dead in the eye
And told you you Dead Wrong
Now in conclusion to my third round
As y'all see, I killed him
E ness is deceased
Now finally this young man can
Start resting in peace
It's round three, it's getting hot in here
And off the career choices you made
You got yourself the fuck outta here!