Loe Pesci vs. Ness Lee [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Loe Pesci]
You look like a white bitch in night vision
So black that in direct sunlight the reflection
Makes you look white pimpin
Now I know your vocabulary is quiet proper
You make Nightcrawler look and sound like a white doctor
Now I should talk about your injury cuz I know that made son weak
But I’ll sum it up briefly in one scheme
You turn the sea to flames like green berets with the heat that’s aimed
Thinkin you’ll see the day you start hollerin Jesus name
He just wanted to see your face when your Achilles heel gets sprained
Squeakin through that window of opportunity to take that leap of faith
When you loaded that MPC with breaks
You knew them samples were such expensive heat
You got gassed up before you even had a sequence made
God damn Ness Lee those beats were flames
Now you gotta help the kid understand it
Your house burnt down you got donations from rap music
And now you live in a mansion? I’m in need of an answer
I hope your fuckin wifey cheats on you with an inferior rapper
For stealin peoples money online like a Nigerian banker
You’re the man when it comes to insurance scams
Lookin like Bun B with a bum knee
I mean fuck me on the real shit this is a guy that I’m tryna collab with
Travis I’m supposed to turn around and say this guy is a faggot?
Y’all write your multi-syllabics it takes 60 days
I concentrate this shit is minute made
Y’all lucky I still battle when I’m uninspired and I’ve got things to say
Plus I’ve had more on my plate then HFK at a free buffet
N-E-S he tryna play Duck Hunt in pajamas
Blast wrists super scopes Super Nintendo llamas
Bender and big Os’ got blades on your bitch throat
And I’m yellin to skinner like Superintendent Chalmers
I got your bitch brains dripped all splattered big jawed fat chick
Lift her off the nob then I’ll lift off ratchets
Reality show, nerds get the clips all access
See him lose his wife twice this get Prince Charles tragic
Ya lyrics hot Ness but the way you spits more average
Plus every one of my battles lines up with a Pink Floyd classic
Yo they want me to say you’re a man whore
And desecrate everything that you stand for
But fuck that I’m here to let you say everything
You would never say to your Landlord

[Round 1: Ness Lee]

Real talk y’all should be happy for the geek he’s an insane great liar
Cuz every time he see me he askin for them beats
I said so half the fans say I don’t deserve this battle
The other half ask daily that I serve this asshole, so I purchased ammo
The purpose not to clap you
Just so it’s heavier when I smack you with the burner handle
You little curry faggot better learn to grapple
Or I’ll certainly to and slap you while you’re herding camel
I’ll murk you on your avenue vertical slash through
Then uppercase the word CANADA now it’s the murder capital
You aren’t a boss Kumar ya soft
You’ll get fubar’d then tossed in a two car garage
If the two cars are on and the room doors is locked
Then you’re out of options you are exhausted
You little faggot sand wigger with a Jewish nose
You’re the heel of this rap shit and you know what I do to those
That neck beard is just weird
It has a personality and asked you how’d I get here
And when you didn’t snip it, it connected with your chest hair
It isn’t independent so it pays rent and even collects a welfare check
The ugly chicks be the ones oblivious and even suck
Not only am I here to tell you that, I’m here to beat you up
Cuz so far his actions have been so hard but fact is
Yo heart absent when the roll call happens
I’ll throw an arm to shatter your nose guard
No crow bar lets go to war faggot, no more rapping
You crackle I go off no speaking about it
Boy I’m gonna add so many scars you gonna need an accountant
Cuz if we actually brawl then Loey P’s getting’ pounded
I’ll put his plasma on the wall, no speakers around it
So keep it 100 your pansy ass threatened
You’ll raise your hand it’ll and in the handicap section
I get into your home while you snort, sherm basin
And hit you in your dome til you snort, birds racin
He’s sittin on the throne then it’s short term basis
He gettin overthrown like a short third basemen
Split ’em fa sure and if he’s snitchin then of course
I’ll just get Osa as my representative in court

[Round 2: Loe Pesci]

You drink and pass out Frat style, I’ll tag your face
Tomorrow morning in the mirror with that after shave
You’ll feel like even more of a dickhead for your past mistakes
No stats when I graph your place, homie got ups, no vertical
No vertigo, so forget rap they still know me from a can of paint
I rap for me and a small percentage of y’all
To those that get it I’m the most respected, if you don’t get it at all
If your brain ever evolves then you’ll know I’m better then y’all
As far as Ness his bars heavenly dog
You just rap relaxed it’s like you gon’ never gonna get you a job
You don’t wear any socks and I bet your about to get a massage
You mumbling faggot why do you stumble when rappin
It sounds like you indulge in a habit of
Crushing up fuckin muscle relaxants
It started as a custom now he’s accustomed to have em
At customs they grabbed him said he’s a customer addict
They want me to dig up info on his whore and kids
On some informant shit
I’m feelin old new generation is horses piss
I’m out for capital military co ordinance
Punch a hole in your bakery gettin bread from a quarter brick
Now you living dead in a horror flick, rip his head with the 45th
Aim infrared like the Jordan 6 kick bang
Kick back like they lining up at the store to get
They want me to say that you’re piss poor and couldn’t afford this trip
Whelp no place to stay I bet your tours are sick
Well you can stay with Harsh Z or on the floor with your Portland bitch
In three years we’ve seen this format morph and switch
Now-a-days the battle scene is such a whoring trick
At the third trimester tell the doc they should abort the kid
I’ll roll up to his crib with a basket full of corn bread
Raise one arm he’ll pass out on his door step
Make him fall back like the Baptist pastor
That put the hand up on his forehead
Tried to get your soul cleansed and wound up on the floor dead
At Battle of the Bay 5 you were floor surfing
Ness I hear that you’re a floor person
You snore worse than Bender and Patience in a four person whip
I don’t think this tour’s workin
Bitches love the bad guy so you ain’t friends with me
But you ain’t shit if you don’t have any enemies
My last chick I…. fuck…. I can’t even remember b
Oh yeah, wait wait wait… she had the ass of the century
Get it… I only fuck with bitches that’s as bad ass my memory
In Atlanta they call him Black Cinnamon bun
They dressed him up in the hood they did mad shit to him son
He’s so dark his nickname was Aunt Vivian 1

[Round 2: Ness Lee]

You goin under sonny, you fuck with chicks
That’s as bad as your memory is
On a scale 1-10 you fuckin with some 20’s
I said these guns shotguns I aim it at ya head
One click pop son bang it and you dead
Real talk after this battle they gon be makin an arrest
I ain’t his shirt but I’ma put a razor to ya chest bitch
Whoever said I ain’t the nicest in the league must be on E
Or they lying through their teeth no Leon Spinks
I pee on this peon thinkin he’s beyond me
How could he think that beyond me
Especially when you cut on your 360’s or PS3’s
You recall me when you put on your favorite B-ball team
NBA baller’s phenom theme song dog
The streets can’t believe when they play 3-on-3
And that ain’t even my end all be all thing
I been on TV screens made G’s on G’s
Hell when I’m beasting on the GRB
He rocked the neon green Dodge Neon with a free on leak
You supposed to be top heavy, a chief OG
But you an Osa got that Rocksteady and Beebop steeze
It won’t be long before your belongings belong to me
The Elohim I creep with Deon speed
I got Debo strength King Kong’s reach
A Greek Gods physique and (?) on B-ball G
With the heat on my little Loey P gone see them all if he OD’s
Blink wrong or even breath on me
Talkin bout we gon’ see negro please
I’ll tie my good hand back have my weak arm free
I could be an oak tree holdin a seat on strings
And still this emo geek won’t swing on me
And if you have the slightest choke today bro game over
He like Vancouver you let emotions take over
You should get it in your brain before you spit remain sober
Before I whip you into shape like a gym that’s full of slave owners
He didn’t know this was going on Youtube
How you expect us not to forget what you wrote? You do
Quote this as a lesson, imagine what it would be like
If the people that didn’t rap choked in their profession
Jordan breaks defense makes a cut to the rear spins off a double team Ohh this could do it here!
Loud cheers as you could hear, people are removed from chairs
Jordan jumps into the air…
And then forgot what he was doing there

[Round 3: Loe Pesci]

There’s only a few levels between security guard Feds and police
Have you arrested some peeps, no you get a check every week
You tell them you protecting the streets
So I guess I get what they mean when they say Ness is a beast
You’ll be another Southern soldier resting in peace
From the Confederate Fleet
To you I’m like General Lee slash Omega Supreme
How they gonna put me up against him
Well I had to wait til he was healed to battle him
My team will trample him you came to see the best heal in battlin
Verses the worst heel in battling
Now Bender lost to Sketch in a very familiar fashion
He claims that he didn’t plan it but he would’ve had me next so
No wonder he didn’t practice
And you out rappin me that’s unlikely to happen
Like the day that Dizaster comes to Canada for a challenge
I’ve had it I’m bout ready to roll up on him and his best bitch
Sunday morning with the toast while she serving him his breakfast
With a suit and a mask like I’m workin with asbestos
I hope you get offended you a religious man Ness
Well Heaven you won’t get in
I bet Saint Peters turns out to be a White supremacist from Leftbridge
You ain’t even welcome past the gate like at Drect’s crib
All it takes is a racist joke to amaze these folks
For them this is a place to go, anyone hating Loe
They do this too and they ain’t as dope
Soon as they make a poll I take the votes, a year ago I faked a choke
Then Bender did the same as Loe, it’s all for entertainment bro
Hate me for what I’ve done, but love me for them amazing quotes
Yo I pulled out an umbrella on an Asian kid for spittin on me
I’m a fuckin Hellrasier, I could Killa Preist, Son a Man and Killa Army
60 seconds plus 10 for reaction assassin
You got signed and shelved so much you’re a contractual has-been
Yo Ness I’m tired of battling, it’s like every week there’s 20 new leagues
GrindTime Tennessee, Venice Beach, Venezuela
Pennsylvania, Mississauga, Nicaragua?
A new league could never go overboard be professional and innovate
When it let’s just about anyone with vocal chords participate
I’m tired of this terrible weak penmanship
It’s like everywhere I turn it’s terrible weak penmanship
Had to say it again I’m embarrassed to be next to it
It’s like 80% of these battles is real excrement
And now I’m just being generous
When you encourage the trash you discourage the fans
And that’s why you are witnessing an art form turn to a fad
Long as you on Pharoah Monch’s nuts you will never be a man
Me and this villain character in the beginning was a sham
But the marriage became real like Stephanie McMahon
Fuck outta here!

[Round 3: Ness Lee]

They randomly hate me harass and degrade me
Cuz I’m colder then ice, no Anthony Haney
I said Loe gonna get his little mans to come blaze me
Before I put my hands on them babies, Anthony Casey
Pay me homage you got something to say, say it honest
I’m the total package Kayne and Common, Drake and Onyx
I’m Haley’s comet raised during Ergonomics
Player I will pin you to the mat
And hold you to it like you made a promise
I chase the vodka with a Jagerbomb then sayonara
If I find you talkin I’ll acknowledge
I will stop it I’ll slide inside your office and snipe your entire offense
It won’t be a layoff in Houston if I decide to fire Rockets
Sup it’s the handsomest black man in the mask
That’ll get your man for his cash and get your hat tooken
This cat from Canada’s ass look it he’ll get smacked on camera
With a African American Canada ass whoopin
You getting slayed if you ain’t being escorted by two cars that Interchange tires and get insane mileage
On the interstate flying to the airport
Better hope your frickin plane pilot is a getaway driver
Catch you back in Montreal in a little gay diner
And pile drive your face until your lemonade and cider
I can intimidate him and this little kid will stay silent
Cuz he’s from this little place that doesn’t generate violence
You’re gonna get screwed and I’m gonna rub it in too (pause)
Your verses are the product of a Big Pooh
Dog, anyone that writes well just come to this dude
And it’s like a magic trick, cuz he’ll cut you in too/two
Sorry player, I’ll take your order place a fork in your potato
Before pouring Jager in your sport inhaler
You’re a hater your boys a Mighty Morphin Ranger
That’ll make you abort and change your course like it was a boring major
I done kept Georgia wanting for a anchor
But I’m torn with a Portland Blazer
Put us in your 4 disc changer, I’m the Orkin sprayer
And your only parting favor is me making sure
That the wardrobe for the corpse is tailored

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