Lu Castro vs. Jerry Wess URLtv (Ft. Jerry Wess & Lu Castro)

[Round 1: Jerry Wess]
Two surgeries, tore my Achilles, almost gone a fuckin’ year
My doc said I ain’t ‘posed to be on my feet, I ain’t got nothin’ cleared
So if I reinjure myself tonight, long as I rap, fans won’t fuckin’ care
I’m startin’ all my battles off on the wrong foot…I’m goin’ on another tear!
You a lil nigga! Know your place!
Don’t even set-trip
Pete Davidson…the only nigga fuckin’ wit’ Wess (West), bitch!
You me, but punch less
It’ll be classic if your rhymes great
On paper, I got the Rula (ruler)
It just led (lead) down to who lines straight
I’m startin’ to feel like when I battled Glu’
I really ain’t got thе patience, nigga
Fifth Goonie and I still ain’t gеt Twork yet?
Least I got who made the nigga
I know you tired of hearin’ them angles
But nigga, on God
It’s Space Jam, that nigga took yo’ skills and became a Monstar
Is y’all ready!?
Let it sing from the can: R. Kelly!
He do music? So do I
The nerve of him
My songs hot, I’m even fire on my features like a burn victim
Scope on the shotgun
Don’t try me, fam’!
Nigga, I’ll put a lens on the 12: that’s a body cam
I never been a gun expert
I don’t know if you heard the word
But tryna put a banana clip in the K?
That was my learning curve
I’ll bring a knife to a gunfight
He won’t pull it, he’ll get slayed
Rosie from The Jetsons: yeah, metal on you, but you bitch-made (maid)
In the crib, switchblade
I’ll cut him while he playin’ Spades
Now it’s a Red Table
Talk, but your throat gon’ feel slit
Stomach open
It’s ya core (Shakur) that’s gon’ really have you hurt: Will Smith
Time for you to brawl!
Your dudes involved? I’m shootin’ y’all
Forget the pump, got the solution
Squeezin’ the machine: albuterol
Notice I switched the guns? Bad habits
Would use the pumps, but they just as deadly - (*gasp*) - as ‘matics (asthmatics)!
I’ll give this nigga from the X hell (exhale)
He ain’t learn from that left-right?
Charlie made Lu wheezy
Who you call for your next fight?
Raekwon, he puttin’ ‘em on ya (pneumonia)
Make him mad, get checked twice
He wake up in the hospital, on a respirator
That’s what happens when a nigga chest (Chess) tight!
I’mma tell ‘em somethin’ they ain’t know
You told Clips you’d give him more rights than gay folks?
Aye, bro
Nigga, that’s you…’cause the Pot is at the end of every rainbow!
That’s just odd!
Guess that’s why your slogan is “AYO”, BIG DAWG!
He hound me? Leave his body to rot while a (Rottweiler) face come off
Revolver, barrel under Big Dawg chin: St. Bernard
All ‘cause he inched up a few feet
(*click*) Then a heater
Bullets, you gon’ see ‘em (CM) on the Rula like centimeters
Plus his bitch already dead!
You just got sent to-
Playin’ wit’ my name? Somethin’ you could get killed fo’
Ginsu in him, double-edged, real long
Pull a blade out, you dead bloody: stillborn
Then put the joint back in Cast’ like it healed wrong!
This nigga Ant’, man, will beat his chick for cheatin’
Start druggin’ her
Soon as the weather nice, Lu(ke) Cage the bitch ‘til the summer’s up
She’s a Daredevil
Talkin’ to me despite her man (Spider-Man) known for sluggin’ her
If I’m fuckin’ her, he’ll be hot, dawg (dog)
Meanin’ if I give her the Frank, Cast’ll (Castle) punish her (Punisher)!
Stompin’ on her grill in his J’s!
Straight up! Did it savagely!
It was nuts - Cas’ shoes (cashews) fucked her face UP like a allergy!
Nigga, actually, you all performance
The slogans came instantly
Got you the stage, but couldn’t match the names lyrically
It’s the slogans - he ain’t hearin’ me
He be like “Let me win!”
Well, this Russian roulette…keep that same energy!
The TEC blow! Your set know-
Fuck am I still rappin’ for!?
That nigga was dead when I said “Yo!”