URLtv, Rum Nitty, Jey The Nitewing, Don Marino, DNA - Rum Nitty & Jey The Nitewing vs. DNA & Don Marino lyrics

Don't move rope you up
Noose your neck in the same
Spot we hung Gary in (Hungarian)
Champion of what, bitch?
You thought that "good father" angle
Was gonna beat me bro?
762 look like a neat pre-roll
I guarantee you don't carry a strap
Whoever catch this shell will be flat
We spin with ladders
On anything that look like DNA
Put you in a lake
I'm talkin' where they fish is
Bury you bitches this is where the serial
Killer get mad deeper i said serial
(cereal)
That mean I would box him but the bag cheaper
I light up the little pump and
Dash like a gas meter
Fo-five him arm to his neck
Red dot him put a round to his top
The gun is up chop' to his chin
See after me, you niggas get to live
To fight another day out this clip
Super Fight card
This dumb ass nigga got on stage and told
You that you was a good father
That shit was yo' fault
Cause you could've called me and
Gave me better advice
I remember tellin' him that he
Was a good dad then
"boom" that shit was over he
Was ready to fight nigga I'm bettin' my life
I kept tabs on you glock 9

Cause nigga you look nothin' like K-
I get the big blade, take an arm and a leg
See, this is where you clap the machete
Let's cut the shit, you only face mid-tier
But now we at Nite
(night) this is where stars align
You thought this was a game Nite?
Mocks Jey But, it's App King, 11-0
They hated you for three years
It's no crowd there's no chance to amp me
Besides Charlie I took the baby out
DNA, used to hold the MAC's well
(Maxwell) but now you grounded at that
Got that fo-fo Beretta don't choke
Don't have to perform the Heimlich
You wasn't even on the schedule 'til
URL started callin' all the time
Wing comes from off of the plate
The clock goes back from three, two to one
Before they switched opponents
Shit look like a power strip!
Shot'll fly! Better know your role
Playin' will get you this RPG it's over
Whoever played me is gettin' popped
Cause even if the X raise (rays) an arm
Give their whole Area 51
Put DNA in a box, like I ain't had a helmet
Don will turn into a donor
Soldiers will let machine's go semper Fi
Stand back before I shoot
That's a Van Exel free throw
It's over for him fuck wrong with them?
Forensics will have to pull my prints
Off the side of your face squeeze the 8
Skills too strong
And I already killed you holmes
God is my witness
I bomb on niggas and body bitches
You all can get it
You better go tuck tail like Amish women
Coffee slippin' i swing you swing back
I go over the counter like non-prescription
Caught you slippin'
Catch one of these he drop smack dyin'
And take the mic
(Mike) from Gary like the King of Pop
I be givin' props
I'm tryin' to see you winnin'
I gave you a shot and your
Flowers on the stage that night
I'm Selena's killer that was different
And I don't expect you to
Even catch the phrasing
Cause you couldn't even make
Sure that bitch assassinated
(Assassin ate it) crazy
Chopper clap, you all get whacked
This gon' start and end with X like "Xerox"
Did you copy that?
I'm one of the best at this
I do this effortless
I be smokin' whole cliques
No pics, I be outside wreckin' shit
While they be in the house
Watchin' TV all day
Doin' no progressive shit
Tell 'em, get off the couch and get schooled
That's somethin' you don't ever risk

NWX? That's a sinkin' ship
By the time they get my money
You gon' be drinkin' water
I don't know why niggas love you
I've been writing above you
I use the pen like a knife and pop a shovel
I don't know who the fuck you
Thought you was playin' with
I turn this shit to mortar fire
My throne I done fortified it
My front yard is your horizon
You not trash, but with your Mexican homie
Y'all niggas boarder lining rebuttal that
Nah, don't try to come off the top with this
Cause we got different lives
See, cause if you freestyle
You tryin' not to slip or forget your lines
If I freestyle
I forgot the grip and had to improvise
You niggas died, and they can't revive you
One punch will have a nigga
Spinnin' like a dance recital
360 when I hit lays, trick play
Cause Marino gon' have to catch a spiral
Savage! I make 'em think twice
I got y'all lookin' like the weak type
Or maybe Nite (night) vision goin' bad
Either way it's a green light
Wing night Nite Wing, I'll Bat ya friend
And fallback for no reason, like Ave and them
You niggas have to win
And that's too bad cause you niggas weak
Ayo Rum, I tried all that gun talk
But it isn't me long blade, old dagger
For these two? Shit was meant to be
Cause this blade is illegal and
This blade is missin' teeth
You bitches sweet i'm from Miami
Where they got the gun tucked
Or they use a knife
Y'all 'bout to get dog walked
And it's nothin' to lose sleep over
Cause, I done been in the ring
With niggas from Stay to (the) Nite (night)
Ain't this your man?

But, if I put the knife to the Nite
(Night) King, that should break the ice
But the punches seem robotic john Q's son
Why'd you fuck up the fusion?
I know him personally, he's a fuckin' nerd
It's comic books over parties
This nigga wouldn't touch a broad
This is where Corona shuts you down
Y'all wanna be top tier? But, it's cool
You'll be number one on the app this summer
Ya nigga's hype him
All directs no subliminals
Them jokes is pitiful the smoke is visible
You better hope them chokes is minimal
So Jey better tap in
But, I told you, I don't do this gun bar shit
Sometimes you gotta resort to violence
I'm tired of this back and forth
What if someone hurt your daughter? You
Gonna let the ratchet off?
If somebody play with my daughter
They gon' lose they life on the strength
Bang a Crip near y'all want the masters?
We Zoomin' in on classes
What happened to the "Mexican bars"?
You used to do that style the best
You didn't have to go follow them though bro
It's like as soon as you cliqued
(clicked) up with the X bro you slow like
And you was just climbin' the ladder

Fed up with the way things are
Goin' being a fuck boy
He decides to go back to gun bars
But then, his conscious comes into play
Alright stop
Now before you pickup the pen and pad
And start scribbling trash about the
Guns you used to have
You better think of the consequence
Keep rappin' 'bout packin' 40s
And and long clips hollows and damn TECs
Cause that's how you got lit
You gotta keep a K and
Gauge in everything you say
You can make away with DNA's spraying blade
The culture already knows you
And Gotti holds you
Think about it before you
Lettin' the cans burst
That bullshit can't work when you
Look like a male nurse

Use that fifth you ever had to hold that
Grip and blew that bitch?
I don't care if you scared to
Death just use that clip
You really think that they give you
A fuck how true that is? Be realistic
Jey used to be an alcoholic
Now he got a guilty conscious
I'm glad to see you in good spirit's
But, I'm not happy our reunion
Is with Every Fuccin' Bar
I told you, you and liquor don't mix
He don't want you to have
Fun and it's obvious
This a lesson that could put him in a
State of depression and lower his confidence
Look, he got high tolerance
And now it's clear who's superior, Rum
You should've been callin' him your rival
Wait, wait, wait I don't even know why
You want him beside you
But, it's instilled in you
So why you sayin' this shit come comfortably?
Do you know the effects
Of an ex-alcoholic that
Relapses from bein' in and out of recovery?
This could literally split up Nite to
The point he doesn't have custody
Go back to sellin' drugs and gang bangin'
Quit tellin' these leagues your price
I mean, you want that money fast
Fuck gang bangin', battle rap
That's not a means of life
I figured you wouldn't understand it
But he gotta focus still
Cause he couldn't Reed (read) and write
But now he's learnin' his basic motor skills
Stop takin' these deals, say what you feel
Listen to URL
Cause, I figured this Rum combo
Should make up the meal (mil')
Cause, I lost my uncle and my dad
Cause both of them couldn't remain sober
We never get treated equal
At the border, kids in cages
Now it's time for you to Avenge your death
Last time I told you, you was a good dad
I'm out my mind
For the children from Cornell
With the stash Maliki
Go out the same fashion like Palestine

There where I lace the floor
Like a group home
I went from nothin' to having not
I'm Larusso
And stop easy, Rikishi, I'll pop a (papa) Uso
Your partner can't wiggle outta this
I've been in a better space
Switch the place with you and
112 Big and Ma$e i just beat Danny, Danja
You think this bitch is safe?
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
After all the murders, I got (k) Nit' to face
We call this the Pac-Man
But, if you keep chokin' like Surf
They gon' get rid of you
We'll see how good you gon' be
Without the support and the praise
Cause right now they only
Wanna see the Hawaiian
Punch because they bored of the Wave
What's my slogan? You your own man
Get them sayin' you the Mexican
DNA the fuck outta here
Get these niggas that think they
Tough the fuck outta here
Monday that diss track drops to get
Lux the fuck outta here