He Like That

[Round 1: E-Hart] So your pops ask, "Why you always battlin' gay chicks?" Why he share rooms with Norbes on vacation? That's gay shit Why is every battle rapper in here, he on they dick Why he look like a fake Flo Rida that take dick? Tell ya pops to chill or he won't remember how it got so real He'll just wake up, to a Jaz face cause the doc's like, "Eww" Massive trauma, even the doc will need Dr. Phil And I hope ya mama catch a heart attack when she see the doctor bill We here today for the homecoming of Jaz, y'all 5-9-15, the day that she passed on Philando Castile: a livestream body, it was sad, y'all And all because you had words with O'fficial: bad call Y'all forgot how Jaz died? It's cool...I'mma remind you I was a witness, up close, I was standin' behind Mook Watchin' ya death, sick 'cause I had a good time, too And your soul rose...then O took it back to the bayou! My God bless, there's no need to worry since you deceased already They just brought your body to Brooklyn for me to bury You tried to explain ya death, I was like, "Stop it with the Tweets already." After O'fficial fucked ya night up, you was Ayesha Curry Matter fact, your new name should be Nicole, J Everybody knows that you was murdered by O, J I was rootin' for you, but you was losin' the whole way You was climbin' the Stairway To Heaven like the OJays Now you hate the big stage cause it was awful for ya It was total slaughter in front of niggas from Total Slaughter Queenzflip wasn't no help, he was for the torture How me made you hit that water, he tried to waterboard ya Tonight 'bout to be a repeat, this the encore I ain't want to, but I had to do it like job chores You been in battles, but not with bitches that's hardcore You won't survive this PTSD from Hart's War Fuck y'all thought? She'll 3-0 me? That's real ill You was dick-ridin', my first battle here and I kill still That was back, when watchin' Smack gave me that real feel But now you lettin' geeks on the stage...what's the real deal? I'll teach ya, better watch yo grammar, I'm thoroughbred I'm first period, I don't care what the schedule read Room full of dum dums, that's code word for Special Ed' If arms raise you better dip low ma, protect yo' head and get it straight I'ma Regulate, if we warring (Warren) G, I'll finger pop one in you fucked, have a menage wit me Two guns, that'll sing to you, meet R&B Not one Bone's Thug in ('N) you don't speak on harmin' me (Harmony) I don't wanna hear no gun talk, you ain't tough or bad If I scream ya jaw prolly break, it's fuckin' glass One wrong word outta ya mouth, watch me up and spazz Buck fifty across ya face, let's cut the Jaz What this Bronx vs BK? Well we created this The famous words of Kris, but tonight, Brooklyn ain't takin' shit I'll catch you on the day you was born and take ya gifts I mean, I'll fuck up ya Foundation before you Make A Wish I made a list of a few reasons you make me sick You went from dressin' like a Catholic school girl to an atheist And all these bars aren't yours, you a plagarist I think of Jaz, I think of onesie, them baby shit Pump ya breaks, you in a lane that E paved Hoes will be givin' BJ's if it wasn't for me, J I mean they barely got respected for bars, then E came It was me who let these chickens roam: I gave 'em free range Don't come for me If you ain't comin' wit the steel You get the whole company and you wasn't in the will Oh you don't get it? I give bitches the business still Just one hit, leave bitches drowsy that been the drill (Benadryl) Don't even grill me, I feel a way Better control your eyes cause if we take it past words, I'ma override Baby biscuit I keep for bitches but what I show for guys It'll take your man for a spin, I chauffeur guys Yeah she's witty but she ain't fuckin' wit E, she is high Deaf, dumb and she is blind Bitch thinkin' she is seein' I (eye) on guard dawg, if I flip think coin toss cause she a fly Pick heads or tails, bitch you landin' on either side So rap or either ride, which one are you gon' do? Y'all witnessin' ether live Today J is gon' lose, we could've been the main event in the ring, this was the wrong move I'm claustrophobic, heart/Hart start beatin' in small room Don't compare me to these hoes, I get mad offended I kill these niggas, most of 'em just have aggression I thought y'all knew, but y'all niggas keep askin' questions They brought another youngin' so round 2, I'ma add a lesson (adolescent) [Round 1: Jaz The Rapper] If y'all don't remember how I does this, good I'ma remind you It's been almost two years since I been here, I had an uhhhh time too But if you loved me last time, tonight? I'm that times two I work on my timing to address bullshit when it's time to (And it's time to) First off, O'fficial did not "kill me", so y'all can stop the hatin' It was just the first time a bitch fought back so it shocked the nation Now they say I ain't hot no more, so I'm like a doctor waitin' 'Cause if I gotta take Hart (heart) out to get a buzz, let's play Operation! I was barely gettin' reaction, shit was crazy, it was wild But now I know, if I wanna make a room blow up then I'll cater (Al-Qaeda) to the crowd So y'all want the me that battled 40? Fuck it, they get that cold Jaz So this Stockton and Malone on a pick and roll: this the old Jaz (Jazz) I left my keys with my purse from yesterday, I'm in my old bag Flow out this world, I'm moonwalkin' but she gon' get her soul (sole) dragged Then you got your Remy locks in, hair all did like it's ya biggest day They offered $1,800 to kill her, I said, "Up that price then we can play." We the absolute best, these chicks ain't effin' close we had to see this day Cause the only match to see who's Crown Royal is E&J But I got my clout by killin' favorites While you was busy havin' debatables And even when you do lose, you got a bias league that you gettin' catered to Cause versus Ms. Fit, you asked Debo to edit a choke to see you ain't get cooked, never I remember, you battled that bitch from Cor' set (corset) you was pullin' strings to make that body look better My hook better, but how old are you? I'm sure we all on the same page Cause I'm thinkin', you Lux, ICE, Smack, Swave 'bout the same age And that's old, so you get Ric Flair respect, like you a great one? Nah, this old bitch top gon' get lifted in the ring: she more like Mae Young My hitters always on deck, I make sure I'm sendin' the goons For Shayna and QB, them niggas was grippin' the tools Hustle, 40, O'fficial? They was ready to give them bitches the blues Oh and (Owen) Hart, I got a sharp shooter to do a finishin' move If you ain't notice the vet's back, you never died and I respect that But this star was molded to kill you in the ring: Celebrity Deathmatch If we argue, I'll take half her face off, I'm on that stabbin' shit {blows} Then the other side just because like devil's advocate Peep, punches got her weak, ready to sleep, knees wobblin' Where I learnt that? None of your business, but E's droppin' I'm so smooth I'm too butter, they just frontin' cause ya crew love ya They said you gon' talk to me, well who dis? I got a new number Who think she got it cause I'm the good girl and she too gutta Spare me the bull, cause when you stay in your lane you ain't worried 'bout them two gutters And let me tell y'all, she not even pussy she 'gina But when 40 called her daughter a monkey she was like, "Watch ya mouth. Watch ya m-" Oh I get it The key to get her out of tune is E minor But speakin' of your daughter, who the fuck got you pregnant? Serious question, that's not somethin' we disregard like that In order for one to cum, one must be erect And lookin' at you, how a nigga dick get hard like that? You look like a single mother and a single father, your daughter gon' grow up scarred like that And I need these answers so second round I'mma bring them bars right back But wait, wait, wait, wait..."cock the Dezzi, Jaz you can stop already Pop a gun, you're too afraid to even pop ya cherry" Y'all be countin' the days down! Well, my cherry got popped, so what these bitches gon' say now!? [Round 2: E Hart] I'm killin' every bitch they say is the best Who they gon' send next? I done bodied a gang of hoes they gotta send sets You'll lift off a ground level, get decked Nike to the bottom of your face, come get your chin checked Things happen, she be rappin', I'm in the streets my Mobb Deep we see a Prodigy and wreck Havoc Apologies, it's been a minute since y'all see E snappin' I'm back on Smack, six years later I'm relapsin' They say "keep it rap" I say, "As long as the bag is straight she still gettin' That ass whooped and dragged today." Peep how, it can get too real, they brought the mass to bate (masturbate), now this gon' be a quickie, then after watch E jack you late (ejaculate) Don't let me hear you gettin' money, do it secretly Or click clack like a Kit Kat, share a piece wit me For half I quarter (caught her) wit the pound, don't try to beef wit me Or you could die over weight (overweight); that obesity You never held heat and that's fact nigga I got options, the nine named "West" and I call my MAC "Miller" The deuce-deuce when I (eye) roam that's Jack Thriller The revolver be spittin' kind of slow so I'm callin' that "Chilla" I made the cockiest bitches quiet down What's in my Arsonal? Left O' red (O-Red) with one sniper round They talk behind my back, they be quiet when I'm around See me with Debo, but I Debo bitches, now how that sound? Like what's that shit you like to talk on-line? Now say it, don't act like you don't know what I mean, I'm file savin' I'll leave an imprint on Jaz(z) I'm Miles Davis You don't get your point across in eight seconds you gettin' violated You don't like me? Cool, as long as you respect me, fine You discredit me you lyin' (lion), it must be pride They even tried sendin' a man in to see me die I'm a Giant in New York they don't wanna see E lie (Eli) Got a short temper, that's midget rage, the fifth will raise It's crazy I'll let it ring if you get engaged We a Dizaster in Daylyt if we get the fade For thinkin' she was good here they gon have to get her lemonaid You got killers, you better get all you can get I know cut throats that'll cut throats it's off wit ya neck If you text me wrong, these joints will autocorrect You'll think the gun got Wi-Fi the way the auto connect I said I'm all on your steps, kick in the door so you know it's real Play possum, cause if you turn (U-turn) it'll be overkill Well I hope she got protection in the house, she ain't holdin' steel Bullets blew 'cross (Blue Cross) the crib she should've had the slogan shield I'm so for real, point at the target I got the best aim Especially if it's green on the top like the Jets game Remember Martin? That episode when the new bed came? Paramedics gon' find Gina head in the bed frame It's 'bout time, been five years you been dodgin' me Now it's no bitches left, you can't hide from me I'm in that bag, gettin' all in that ass, it's a colostomy You get these bars, like I wrote for a nigga that's E quality (equality) I catch Jaz wherever she at like, "This block is mine" Hit her with nine and then walk away like I copped a dime Just cause you got Hart don't mean you got heart, you are not that live You got good credit, applied for hood credit and got denied I may smile around you bitches but really I got cruel ways You would've got stuffed in the locked back in my school days Cause my Mama Said, "Knock You Out" if you played And you'll be takin' these back to back L's, better be Cool J Get your folk, I'm uncontrollable if provoked Shit can start to go downhill like, "Let's hit the slopes" You be wit clowns that get hit and scream, "It's a joke" What's not funny is the Aftermath if I get her in the scope (Interscope) Get it poppin', I give it up like "it's forgotten" We questionin' if you thotin' but that's a different topic The K low, next to one tray that's Tristan Thompson They want you to disrespect yo' jaw, they ain't miss the problem Compare me to these hoes I get mad offended I kill these niggas cause most of 'em just have aggression I thought y'all knew but y'all niggas keep askin' questions They brought another youngin' so round three I'ma add a lesson (adolescent) [Round 2: Jaz The Rapper] I ain't even take this battle for me y'all, I did this one for the fans They like, "Finally, Jaz is goin' toe to toe with a man." They told me to be scared cause you can fight But what that mean? I don't understand R.I.P. Bill Nunn cause he showed you can still die even if you known for the hands We could've did this in Houston, Cali, anywhere Y'all was buryin' a body of course That asked, "Apple or 'Manan?" I said, "It don't matter I'm still gonna make E lie (Eli) in New York." I'll have her throwin' up on hospital sheets Vomit stankin', pulse fadin', breath faint and the organs need savin' Who know a transplant surgeon? Tell him he's got a patient Cause now they gotta give a heart to Hart like a deep conversation But who the fuck got you pregnant? Serious question, I'm up here gettin' stressed Cause I mean, I look like Th3 Saga but you look like struggle mixed with Chess And that's a diss to Chess, so I'm sorry my nigga But I hate that one tooth and your lips You're the bitch a nigga won't take one for the team for; you a forfeit Ayo Smack, I feel like these bitches be usin' me I get on the world's biggest stage and don't even get a thank you, you see how they be doin' me? But I could tell you jealous baby girl, see you be feelin' left out You came here six years ago, got no call back and you were stressed out Some of us been here two, three even four times He let you in once and you was kept out Oh it's not clickin'? You mad, but you got treated like an internet ad Cause you popped up on URL just to get X'ed out They told me chill Jaz! She caught a gun charge at 13 So?! She 53 now, what type of shit that's provin'? I'ma do it like Ezel and (Smokey) smoke E when I tell Everybody 'bout the shit she doin' Cause Erica ain't even G I had my nigga run up on her and she just passed the cake He took her phone then took jewel then she didn't even clap the eight What y'all don't get it? I even got Smack like, "Wait." What I'm sayin' is, she ain't bust soft when I got E jacked you laid (ejaculate) Oh your man's mad? Well I hit niggas too My hands got no preference think Will Smith and Caitlyn Jenner Cause when I swing it's for both sexes First dude I smack, the second I'ma choke him to death Then steal on the last nigga, I ain't over my ex Now the beef can unravel I grab the jimmy and that bar go over ya head like at the battles So try somethin', cause I'm huntin' You got beef? I invite myself to the cookout like, "Hi cousin." Blade out, so I'm cuttin' Stickin' out her side gushin' I could see she was fucked through the clothes that's dry humpin' Guts out, she tryin' to catch 'em But they fallin' so she fumblin' Now Eric(a) have to pick it up like K-Shine when he stumblin' And oh yeah, you used to like Cortez, right? Why y'all ain't date? You thought I'd be better for the sport? Bitch please, you wanna bounce his balls and slob on it, she tryin to dribble on Cort' (court) But you should've smashed sis' and made a sex tape, y'all would've never got caught Cause we all know that video would probably end up in the vault And I seen your battles all them bitches seem to say the same stuff Just know, with a name like E Hart, in every way possible I'm 'bout to fuck ya name up So guard your grill, cause I could snap at any moment You my enemy, think I won't snuff you in your face? Wrong person, you got me mistaken, I dent an E (identity) I got a quick plan, she gon' get a Chin punched, I'm a Jin fan I was walkin' 'round lookin' for Hart (heart), I'm the Tin Man And if ya boyfriend witchu, I might get that sucka bagged You get half the clip, but if your jaw start poppin', Hart lock it (heart locket) Or your other half get the other half Then after the battle I smile at her and be kind, trick everybody Have 'em thinkin' that we fine Then grab the little nine once I find out where she hide As soon as I got the T on her, I had the baby by Emond Time [Round 3: E Hart] Round 3, no entertainin', it's real shit If I ain't talk to the youth, I wouldn't be a real bitch But they don't listen, fuck droppin' jewels I'ma talk real slick And who better to talk to Magenta, real quick On my life, I love battle rap I can't get enough of it But now it's too many rappers, on some crabs in a bucket shit What kills me? Most of these niggas ain't cut for it What kills me more is every battle I see, you be up in it You are battle raps groupie, you be in every nigga's state Up on every nigga's stage and in every nigga's face You study every nigga's style and what takes the cake You do that fuckin' gas face like every nigga's great You been to more URL battles than Smack Say I'm a liar, see Smack skip a PG but you can come find a dick ridin' Niggas that be aight, she swear "Son fire" She be behind niggas, holdin' they balls like an umpire Both parents, that's somethin' a lot ain't have But battle rap is ya masters your associates got the mag You want a bachelor? You could've had your bachelors Pops is sad, he went from bein' like a soccer dad to watchin' you cut your tops in half This thot loose off of thot juice Rumors I heard before said you fuckin' with the meat now You not an herbivore On a nigga name; Pauly D; bein' a flirty whore J wild, did you lose your virginity out in Jersey, sure (Shore) Did Debo really take bread from you? Cause you mentioned that, if so My next question is, did you get it back cause me, I couldn't live with that I would've ran up on Debo that Next Friday wit the strap Like, "Pops trippin'. Remember that bread from the other night?" You say, "What money?" I say, "My money. Nigga I'm standin' up tonight." You win some and you lose some and you'se fuckin' right BAOW! Debo wouldn't had made it to see another fight You left them? But y'all still cool? The nerve of shorty Thinkin' Smack ain't never claimed you, now you hurtin' shorty It's ironic, you died homeless, that's word to 40 Now ya soul just gotta suffer here, you in purgatory You took a while off, came back kind of rowdy Told y'all Magenta needed Hart to live again There's no you without me now you gettin' Put under dawg for tryin' to doubt me You should quit it, bitch is lookin' like Ronda Rousey Why are you here? I can tell around G's you are not comfy I got so many goons in the buildin' it's not funny I school bitches, especially school bitches, I'm gully I'll leave your body plain (plane) in the Hudson, I'm Sully I said who bet bread? I don't know why y'all would bother nigga We on Smack we already know who's harder nigga You rap 'bout goin' nuts like George Washington Carver nigga My boy George accept Washingtons to carve a nigga Don't compare me to these hoes I get mad offended I kill these nigga-y'all know the rest [Round 3: Jaz The Rapper] I was scrollin' Twitter one day, right And I saw a link that said, "E Hart says Jaz is overrated." I had to click that You had the nerve to utter out your black ass mouth, that I'm not elite But you are? I'm 'bout to go down our resume and spit facts We both battled Chayna and Hustle, who gave them controversial chokes? I did that We both battled 40, who changed the game when they did? I did that You battled O'fficial in front of Snoop Dogg, but who gave her her biggest look? I did that So I'm not elite? I don't get that Cause every single big match you have that I did too, mine had way more of an impact But I ain't mad though, you can try and downplay me like I'm weak if you want I say forget a hater, defibrillator, it was clear that I get heartbeat (Hart beat) from the jump I'm back Smack! O did me like Ricky Baker and I got my back clapped so this is the clap back Cause now I'm hungry And for a bitch that wasn't eatin', this order (disorder) bring that hunger back Believe me a (bulimia) a feast gon' come, I'll hold it down, won't throw up from that I'm past sick, ain't no gas trick (gastric), they just love the raps Them last chicks, I wrecked 'em (rectum) and testin' (intestine) my shit? You can't stomach that They said you was winnin', cause you got bars, delivery and you believable and that's a triple threat Bitch I will stab you three times, that's my triple threat That's cause I'm very mental, it's detrimental I'll kill your daughter then you'll die right after her; Debbie Reynolds Head shot, but it just missed it, grazed her and knocked her nose off Y'all mama ever hit y'all phone from the next room? Yeah, it was a close call I'm on your heels, nothin' gon stop you from gettin' bars today Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Let's Get It On; Marvin Gaye This don't feel like a scrimmage do it? Them other broads come to spar and play See they just test ya pen E (Penny), come play with Magic I'm the one on point to take Hart away (Hardaway) But the fans been waitin' for this cause they said you on the throne and I'm kinda mad at that A queen's supposed to be the most piece on the board, right? So I gotta laugh at that Cause I said we doin' this on Smack and where we at? Bitch you followed me wherever I go You asked them for a certain price I said, "no", and where we at? You was frontin' bitch, ya numbers is low You wanted the big stage, I wanted the small, and where we at? Y'all ain't peep? I got my hands dug in her soul Cause how I move, she move, keep it cool, I got E motions (emotions) under control Ain't nobody come to see you Otis? They came for me bitch, I got the juice How ironic, that if Hart (heart) wanna keep gettin' seen on cards, she follows suit Side bar, side bar, I gave these hoes two years to do somethin' while I kick back And they ain't did shit Well...Bonnie had 32 battles...that we don't give a fuck about, that bitch wack This is where quality over quantity kicks in, so I battle at my pace Who y'all want me to face? I'ma school 'em, they my students, I'll pop E then those pupils die late (dilate) But who the fuck got you pregnant? Serious question now, I'm not even rappin' Like we all wanna know what's up so...what's the story? What happened? Oh he used a condom but it broke though? And when it's time to be a pops he's a no-show Why that man let you keep it? Oh I know hoe The first baby mom's always ugly that's the bro code You taste that? Victory's sweet Buck 50 they don't know where that cold cut came from; mystery meat You battled C3 and was okay, so how you gon' make it through me? You was Michael J Fox at the arc, you was shaky with 3 Then things got heated, cause you brought her father up, but where your dad at? He support you? Cause mine do, he right here and that's fact [Jaz's dad] Hold on shorty, hold on, hold on You mean to tell me, you wasn't doin' none of your chores I was doin' all your errands and you was preppin' for this shit? Erica Hart? I went to high school wit this bitch [Jaz The Rapper] You battled C3 and brought her father up, but where your dad at? He support you? Cause mine do, he right here and that's facts [Jaz's dad] Hold on shorty, hold on That wasn't nice what you said about me and Norbes That wasn't nice While you wasn't do your chores, runnin' all your errands And you was preppin' for this shit? Erica Hart? I went to high school wit this bitch [Jaz The Rapper] So what you sayin' dad? This your mans? Cause if you tell me "chill" then I'll fall back Ayo, no disrespect to mom but would you hit that? [Jaz's dad] Hell yeah!...With a baseball bat! [Jaz The Rapper] I'm from Brooklyn! You thought you was just gon' dust yo' feet in the crib? Shit can get real love, you gon' be the next Yonkers bitch to get a feature with BIG I asked my father, he said, "Get her or I'ma get her." So I think I got a beat now I'm done studyin' Hart (heart) pace meet me at the finish line I bet she get nervous if me and Hart (heart) race You battled 12 months ago, so we reminisced on the old times durin' Hart break (heartbreak) And now her battle price 'bout to go down Cause she dyin' and that effect Hart (heart) rate Time