JC vs. Geechi Gotti URLtv (Ft. Geechi Gotti & JC (Battle Rapper))

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
They told me not to talk about you auditioning for Chris Stokes
And I agree like, "Fuck it."
What's the use of even bringin' it up, he just gon' dance around the subject
Since a kid I was thuggin', gang bangin' and hustlin'
Servin' fiends, see them the only moves I'm bustin'
While you was pop lockin', I'm Glock poppin'
Catch my enemies slippin', and let it smoke in his whip, no hot boxin'
I'm not stoppin'
I don't give a fuck how good he write
I ain't a pen pal, wit' me everything is straight to the point, like an in bound
I've been down
So what you gon' tell me 'bout the streets?
When I'm around this shit get sliced, with a rusty blade
So the buck feel funny, it's a counterfeit
Keep me from around this bitch, 'fore I steal somethin', the steel dumpin'
Now watch money get low, like the bills comin'
I'm still gunnin'
Stuffin' bullets in the clip, that's how I learned how to count
I don't just spark blunts, I'ma keep lightin' J up like the joint goin' out
Cuz know what I'm about
I'm on his block with the snub, yeah the big toolie
I walk by and turn the nose up at him, this bitch bougie
Look foolie, I got plenty guns, I'm steady liftin' a different bitch up
I don't down grade her
Retire at the .40, then I put the nine to work, nigga that's child labor
Nigga you? The crowd favorite
That's prolly Cool J but you comin' off two L's and that ain't cool J
See, where the tools spray
Ya last battle? That nigga Twork had you lookin' like a whole bitch
Get ya throat slit, til he talkin' out the side of his neck like he don't know shit
Look, I'm strapped, don't have me make a fuckin' scene
Two ratchets, JC will get the big one, nigga take one for the team
Nigga, fuck a nigga mean?
You a lil' dude, a pipsqueak, they gon' think you had a growth spurt
How fast he go from this size to six feet, this bitch weak
You gon' shoot who? Blast what?
Nigga don't lie about them guns you carry, cause I been in yo' city
All the goons said this nerd is scary
It ain't never been a witness to JC pop, but the Virgin Mary
Nigga you'se a bitch
I'll slaughter you bro
Pistol to the chin, you'll get a ratchet raised under your roof like your daughter a hoe
Hold up, ain't you supposed to be a Vice Lord?
Why don't you never say it? What? You scared to rep it?
Niggas know where I'm from and I ain't playin' or frontin'
Twin Glocks, both arms together, BAOW (bow) to the Lord like I'm prayin' for somethin'
I'm sayin' he bluffin', my gun stay ringin'
It's a like a trap phone
Spine shot, sit him down
He won't even be able to stand up for his self, he need a backbone
I'm back on
Y'all remember I told Glue', I'll snap and put the pound to his chest like a jail song?
Well I'm off that, gauge wit' me, 12 gun this nigga down like he reach for a cell phone
What the hell wrong with all these niggas lyin' in they raps?
JC that's a sin
Plus when we saw you on this card, we was like, "What the fuck, this shit again?"
Nigga this is SMACK, most these niggas is felons, they tired of the pen
This a New Era, no cap, you ain't fitted for this type of drama
Brought all type of toys for the kid, like when a nigga really like ya mama
Speakin' of a mama, if she would've loved you more than she loved that dick, you prolly could've been a better kid
But I had to buy her the PayPerView so she can see me givin' you the ass whoopin' that she never did
I'm disrespectful, nigga word to my neck tats
Ya mom was toppin' me, then I let it go over head, nah she ain't catch that
Bet that
Yeah, all that lyin' in ya raps, that ain't never been straight; Sandusky
I believe you a fuck boy, from what ya pen (Penn) States
You been fake
JC an impostor, get this nigga stuffed with fat shells
I'm talkin' rigatoni, go get ya homie
Let it ring on you then let a Lil' Mo sing at y'all like Put It On Me
Where yo' chick? I should've beat the breaks off that dirty bitch
I could've over hand her or under armed her (Under Armor) like Curry kicks
Grab the strap, then let the .30 spit, just to have a round ender on some Jersey shit
And when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
It's yo turn nigga, see if you can make 'em believe them lies
Nigga time