URLtv, Rum Nitty, Jerry Wess - Rum Nitty vs. Jerry Wess (Rematch) lyrics

You finna get murked, I don't play
Leave you laid out, then I swerve out the way
If he don’t die,  I grab the mil'
Come back and finish the round
Like Verb yesterday off the rip
Believe he's dyin’ a clean sweep, 3 peat
I got the cheat sheet rhymin' they say
"The Alien sittin' on bars like ET ridin'"
We all know your death is comin'
You ready brother?
I done brought everything from the 44
Down to the 38 breast reduction
I'm one of Smack's shooters
You'll get stretched for nothin’

And I get rid of anybody he wants
(once) removed, like a second cousin
Y’all done went and got me another easy
(Eazy) name Himothy knowin' I keep heat in
A sticky situation humidity
He was tryin’ to recite some of
That lyin' ass shit to me
But, I ain't like one part
Of that sentence clemency
Buck 50, same on both sides symmetry
Pick a spot to lift to let
The tourist go on the Wess
(west) Venice Beach
I rarely ever forget my rounds
They stick with me
But an interrogation room
I had B Magic memory
I've been elite, and I’m Denzel smooth
Big shells shoot
But on that note, it should be Sikh
(sick) for this card like "Get well soon"
Release some toxic shit in the air
We can inhale too see I can follow Wess
(West) with a K or I can Kim (chem) trail you
Bust a move you can't keep me out my zone
Is he slow? I'll bring out the chrome
That'a (data) make him clear his cash (cache) and run fast, if he ever cleaned out ya phone
Watch me bust a dome

Clap him, put an end to Wess
(West) World, I'm in a league of my own
Muthafucka you'se a coward
I'll go from a hundred to a thousand
I am nice, I don't say shit in a kind way
(Conway) cause once a nigga on Wess side
Gonna (Westside Gunn-a) do about it?
I don't play about that
Try me, you'll catch one
To the face about that
Cause, I just put a drum on a new
Kel TEC and we can bang out Wess
You'll get stretched this nigga think he hot
You better bring that speaker and
A million other props
That shit get on my nerves, not a little
But a lot
I mean, sometimes, don't Wess annoy you
(Wesson oil) when you cookin'?
Now he really gettin' popped
He tried to run off
Seen the pistol and got so scared
If this go left, you
(U) turn around and see a light goin'
Right after ya head Wess (west)
Basically, you ain't goin' nowhere
I ain't the nigga you wanna see regardless
It won't be easy patna you gon' need help
You'll die before you get a round
(around) by yourself Steven Hawkin
Leave the market
Nigga just be tryin' to stand out
I see an easy target nina sparkin'
The TEC contestin'
Tryin' to find where the GS are in
They be pissed to have me on they hands
See how I ease the bar in?
Large clip, move in
Give you half on the spot
Show you what gettin' your
Shit split apart meant
(apartment) , you ain't owing shit
We was really sellin' sniff a lot
Couldn't thinkin' on battle bars when
I was in the spot
I only had bricks on my mind
I literally had a mental block
Aye, it was either smoke or sell dope
Get high or
(higher) pitch, and I chose to whip the pot
Nigga stop i'm on fire in this bitch
Nah, I came on the stick
Niggas got it twisted
Try and you'll get clipped
When you get your wig blew out
It's permanent make Jerry
(jheri) curl up and die (dye) and that's
A line (salon) you won't forget bitch
He 'bout to be deceased
Right over his head when I squeeze the piece
His muscles retract make Jerry
(jheri) curl up with a cap like Eazy E on me
I hit his head then he outstretched
Soon as you got your flight information
We knew
You was gettin' checked in the south, wess
(Southwest)

I said the URL runnin' out of battles!
All these rematches they up to somethin' bro
Roc and Clips battled twice
I bet you we goin' to see 3
You better act like you fuckin' know
I thought we was Family Guy
But this is who I face again?
Niggas whole round is American Dad
I gotta wig on the Alien
I'll drop him on the kitchen
Flo', let a hollow off
I'm talkin' burn off of the top Molotov
You can't beat Rum
It's Rum! Nigga got hella fans
They say niggas can't stop that gas
Well Jerry can
AMG mode too easy, nigga stop it
This a problem malcolm X
A nigga can die if I get in that pocket
You always throw a C in a nigga face
But don't realize what you in fo'
Now that karma a bullet to the face
Now everybody can see (C) in yours
Can't be Crippin'
Then pray when the ops got you a Glock air
You know the real reason he
Died? God did- not care
Take his chick to the beach, drown her
Gotta be the worst decision
By the water, led her (letter) to the Wave
I'm writin' Surf in prison
I'll shoot his bitch then he next
Know what I'm shootin' must be proper
I'll show this bitch that he next