Lu Castro vs. Jerry Wess lyrics

[Round 1: Jerry Wess]
Two surgeries, tore my Achilles, almost gone a f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ care
I’m startin’ all my battles off on the wrong foot…I’m goin’ on another tear!
You a lil n*gga! Know your place!
Don’t even set-trip
Pete Davidson…the only n*gga f*ckin’ wit’ Wess (West), b*tch!
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, n*gga
Fifth Goonie and I still ain’t gеt Twork yet?
Least I got who made the n*gga
I know you tired of hearin’ them angles
But n*gga, on God
It’s Space Jam, that n*gga 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’!
n*gga, 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 b*tch-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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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
n*gga, 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 b*tch 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 n*gga Ant’, man, will beat his chick for cheatin’
Start druggin’ her
Soon as the weather nice, Lu(ke) Cage the b*tch ‘til the summer’s up
She’s a Daredevil
Talkin’ to me despite her man (Spider-Man) known for sluggin’ her
If I’m f*ckin’ 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) f*cked her face UP like a allergy!
n*gga, 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-
f*ck am I still rappin’ for!?
That n*gga was dead when I said “Yo!”
[Round 1: Lu Castro]
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Turn my sh*t up, I’m ‘bout to get crazy
Yo…

Jerry Wess just said I’m all performance…and slogans and sh*t, right?
That’s what he was just talkin’ bout?
Aight, cool, this the theory I been f*ckin’ wit’
‘Cause when you get up here and be this electric, it tend to drown out all the other sh*t
Like…like I confuse y’all with this showmanship
Like, so y’all miss the bars
But you can’t stop the Rula movement
Yo, yo, Raleigh…Raleigh…
Y’all mind-
Like, it’s like- it’s crazy to me because-
Like, y’all mi- (*chuckles*)
Yo, it’s crazy to me
Yo, it’s crazy to me!
Because, like, to the naked eye, it seem like it’s a trick
Well, Raleigh, do y’all mind if I show my opp the cool (optical) illusion?
Okay….308, Winchester


[Round 2: Jerry Wess]
YOOOOOOOO!
YO! YO!
Y’all can hear me!?
You ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me at 50 percent! You still the one that it’s lit for
I don’t gotta give it my best…I could do little (Dolittle) and talk to this Big Dawg!
But no matter the platform, I give a hundred percent
WeGoHard, I put in pain, my brother
But I’m more famous from how I did here (hair) in this game…like A.I. mother
See, I know how I am!
So before I settle sh*t the calm way?
If he really want war, then it’s (Dennis) a battle every week…Andre
Kill both his parents, now that he made it to that large stage
First his pops - (*chk-chk*) - then Lu’s (lose) mother…Kanye!
I told Suge he musta did armed robberies, probably almost died from it
n*gga, I done robbed banks without seein’ the inside of it!
My crimes is white-collar, meanin’ if I rob you, it’s indefinite
That mean if Lu got cash, I’m takin’ that and his credit, b*tch
Word to Fonz, they say all I do is take n*ggas’ cards
n*gga, stop it…
‘Cause if all I do is take n*ggas’ cards, ya shoulda blocked it!
They brought Wess in (Westin) for the W…the capital one
Throw shells!
You’ll be DOA for that BoA
He’ll tend (Hilton) to act so frail
I got my .9 in the Marriott
If this M see you, it won’t go well
That’s why I resort to scammin’
‘Cause usin’ cards opened doors for me like a hotel
He can’t tell what kinda gun in my jeans
Just know that I protect myself
Meanin’ the handle look like a SIG (cig’) on my waist: Giuseppe belt!
Get into a fight with this faggot? Dude is crazy!
Wild strong? He’s a miscarriage…Lu’s (lose) a BABY!
Battled Arsonal, had a big fanbase, then Fonz dropped him
Now Lu’s (lose) fans in Cleveland: Deshaun Watson
Talking heavy? Please don’t get this dude amped
Slice him while he sleeping, blood gon’ be oozin’
His legs missing, he waking up a confused man
Tried to run off, but didn’t know they was cut off like food stamps!
The shots leave him with crazy exit wounds
Seen his ghost, this ‘K shootin’
I’m hurtin’ Cas’ per (Casper) shot
Every bullet went straight through him
It’s New York versus New York, right?
f*ck it - long clip!
Pap’ and Remy: watch a Brooklyn n*gga take out a Bronx b*tch!
Stop talkin’ that gun talk! Like you be ridin’ with the bros
It’s all in your body language
n*ggas wildin’, then he froze
You lyin’ and it shows
They out here tellin’ Lu he G, while his brother in red slidin’ with the poles!
He was wild strong
Wake up in a hearse, wild gone
With your new fans, that funeral line gon’ be wild long
All ‘cause you picked the wrong n*gga to wild on!
Now which one of them n*ggas gon’ call your mother and tell her that her child gone!?
You would think your shorty loyal, take damage for her man
Probably take a bullet for you just to spare you if she can
Then she asked me what could she do so the cannon wouldn’t blam
Then she stared me with a glance…
I instantly thought of head (ahead)…like I planned it in advance!
She ain’t stand a chance!
After throwin’ it back, toaster’ll clap!
It’s junk mail, ‘cause I don’t know if he got the message, but I gotta fold her (got a folder) for that!
First 48, he on the news, they told the world
Find him in a hole, Cast’ dead…Golden Girls!
He paid a heavy price
Buried him dark skin, but by time they find him, I bet he white!
Died from slogan water! We all told him to give it up!
You know what else gon’ be wild strong!? (WHAT?!)
His body odor when they DIG HIM UP!
I’mma kill you!
Time, n*gga!
[Round 3: Jerry Wess]
I said, I’m back on my bullsh*t!
He finna lose again - that’s on the gang, n*gga!
When the footage drop, they gon’ be like, “Another Lu L? Dang (Luol Deng), n*gga!”
Lots of triggers
Soon as I seen him, shot the n*gga!
Let’s see if he “wild strong” after I spot the n*gga!
They say all the Goonies sound the same
That’s none of my business
When it comes to pens, all you (Pennzoil) the same…
What make Castro(l) any different?
Your pops say “Shook his pride”
Naw, you should be shook of me
That man say “Look alive”
NAW, n*gga! LOOK AT ME!
AH, THE RULA’S BACK!
Wait, Twork do that same sh*t, so who is that?
3-0 who? He ain’t never beat a n*gga clearly to me
Last time we seen Pot smoke a n*gga? Scary Movie
I can arc a TEC without a floor plan
Gun-butt ‘til it all jam
Off-cam’, it’s still Scary Movie
‘Cause I’m whippin’ the Pot wit’ my strong hand!
I already faced Myers! I’m used to the “stabby-stab”
If I cut him, my mans will too
Whoever I stab, he stab!
Wait-wait-wait...he really made a career outta "stabby-stab!?"
Fake-ass barber, leave n*ggas wit' a scabby-scab
You got the nerve to charge fifty for a lineup
n*gga, WHAT!?
I hope the last n*gga you cut got lice and f*cked yo' clippers up!
His shape-ups trash! Customers SICK when they leave the n*gga!
f*ck Corona! He be out here tryna Zeke a (Zika) n*gga!
It ain't karma - I am your death, clown!
Don't let that fly over your head 'cause you dyin' from Wess now (West Nile)!
(Zika? Corona? West Nile!?)
I’ll turn Anthony Hopkins ‘cause I’m blammin’ you
That mean bodyin’ (body in) the Pot like a cannibal
Smack the reason you "wild strong?"
What kinda n*gga believin' in that!?
How you think you got the "power of de Black Panther", Lu?
P the reason for that!
Can't see I'm the greatest? Your vision might be blurry
"Bronx n*ggas the wildest?"
I've beaten wilder...Tyson Fury
Who said this strong man competition?
In the Bronx, he ain't the best yet
Pullin' up like his name ring dumb bells, but couldn't get Chess pressed
2K angle for this broad Cast', shoot the motherf*cker
Coroners with the white sheets...Lu could get the cover