[Round 1: Loe Pesci]
Hollow Da Don said, "Loe, I think DNA is gonna beat you"
I said, yeah, and Sam Cassell's on the cover of GQ
I mean you such a nice pussy, you only attract dykes
Last time he was laid was his deathbed in the past life
So let's see what his track's like
They say he fabulous, I say not the way the rapper is
More like the adjective to describe a faggot is
Yo, if you ever get caught not strapped, that's a car crash
Yo, you couldn't even draw a gun in art class
Bars trash, he aim nines and get the shotty bursting?
Stage-dive, the crowd couldn't feel you if you were bodysurfing
He got a Lloyd Banks diss track, you think he's heard of ya songs?
I say you hold your breath until G-Unit responds
Hey yo, listen, while his face turn blue, I'll do a little impression of Soul Khan
Do us a favor, Wayne Brady, just sing us a soul song
I strip you of both arms
[?] male nurse
Tell them we got an organ donor from North Corona, it's gon' be a nightmare on Elmhurst after L's verse
They wonder how this Canadian really beat you
I stomp you like [?] and say nobody in your city feeled you
[Round 1: DNA]
When PH told me to do this, I was like, "Hell no!"
This nigga might lose a head, leg, shoulder, or elbow
In New York he's mellow, one of the jolliest fellows
But in Canada, he be like, "I'll be letting them shells go"
Stompin niggas out, 'til you break in a shell toe
But if he was around people of color, you wouldn't yell, Loe (yellow)
If my goons come through they'll make him take a hollow
The pump'll leave his head read like my favorite novel
I'll be all over his green 'cause he the calmest doja
My niggas clap guys, leave them with a black eye
Then I'll drink this orange soda
This ain't even a verse that's ill, who squirt and squeal
On that Eminem shit, always poppin purple pills
Now y'all gonna be like, this rap is unfair
Two Canadian niggas supposed to come, you're the wackest one here
I should smack son, Joe Jackson, 'cause you a fag and love queers
Even 34th Street mad that son square (Madison Square)
I need a bitch like J. Lo'
He be by Montreal gay bars like, "By the way though
For 50 dollars I'll let you erupt in my volcano"
I swear them fags gon' bring you hell man (Hellmann) when they found out how much money he may owe (mayo)
[Round 2: Loe Pesci]
I'm the Tamil Tiger Woods, I could punch you from long range
Because MC means move crowds like professional golf games
Don't underestimate the strength of my arm swing
His head'll dart from Kissena Park, Flushing to Palm Springs
You're the sucker in your crew, the fluffer in the booth
If we battle neck-and-neck, watch the judges get confused
They say I'm slicing you in three, I sev' your jugular in two
And he said the knife with the silencer ain't too scary
So I put a buck-fifty through his pillow like the tooth fairy
Doggy, I ain't a Five Percenter, but my blade God body
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head - just a torso in a morgue lobby
It's Ravishing Rick Rude brandishing Ginsus, versus a fag with a chip tooth
Yo, I cho him and toss him into a slab as some pig food
I show up hungry to a known enemies' gate
Decapitate this Queens' head, Loe Henry the 8th
I hope you resurrect as a vato with one of them long hairdos
Better chance fitting your older brother Cortez' shoes
[Round 2: DNA]
Now judging by his style I could show that I'm the hardest akh
And by looking at your hairline, I'm gonna take him to the barber shop
First off I need the clippers and the blade
'cause with one finger wave I can make your career fade
Before this thing Canadian niggas was like, "Your style, you need to touch up"
'cause fucking with DNA literally'll get your buzz cut
Now it's been said that it gets crazy 'cause I can fuck every girl
Them slick hands is the reason we saw his man Jerry curl (Jheri curl)
I'ma kill this cat, it won't take long though
But he the worst weed smoker, dirt's the only thing this corn roll (cornrow)
In 5 seconds I could have his body taped up
His mom ain't want that, he told that boy to shape up
The extra hands, they'll get stuck to the bed
While you getting a Caesar, the knife will give them one and a half
I just took you to the shop, it's been an hour on the set
PH, I'll have him dead before they put the powder on his neck
[Round 3: Loe Pesci]
Beef with you, that ain't a heated feud
He's in school, [?]
If you squeeze a llama, you getting kicked out the Queens Zoo
As far as me beating you?
Shit, even Pikachu could eat your food and wouldn't need to chew
So he the dudes that rock burners and really do spray cans
That's when you paint tags of your crew's gay flag
See, I've ruined your girl crib, I made her roommate mad
I fucked that Puerto Rican bitch for a two-day span
Her jugs broke through the wall like the Kool-aid Man
Neighbors waving hi, she need a new place, fam
He was in the next room playing 2K9
While I was getting oral, B - vs Conceited - toothpaste brand!
You ain't hear her yelling though
She said, Loe, tie my arms and legs with rope to the bed and post
I let her blow until my head explode like Tetsuo
Shit, you already know ya ex a hoe
But you're ready to let the weapons go?
You extra broke
You couldn't get the TEC to smoke backstage at a Smith & Wesson show
[Round 3: DNA]
Now besides just I'm nice, I already know that I'm better
But why kill [?] with [?] punchlines, I'll just kill him with letters
Aye, B (AB)
It's no way you could see D (CD)
Unless you on E
I give niggas the F for thinking that they a G
Not even H can see I
I'm ballin' like Dr Dre
Oh, you don't believe I'm balling?
Cortez, give him a K (que)
He's bound to take a L 'cause I spit it like Em' (M)
So now y'all 'bout to see [?] Pesci's career come to where end (N)
Oh (O), it's R. Kelly when I pee (P), I'm on queue (Q), my goons is like, "ah" (R)
Have him shaped like a S, on a cross like the T
You (U) gon' bleed more than the girl that came off of V
He's looking like X and if you ask why (Y), 'cause I'm sleeping on 'em like Z
[Overtime Round: DNA]
His chick don't like him 'cause his dick won't fit all up in 'em
She know my status in the streets so she wanna ball with winners
I gave her phone sex, Pesci brought her dinner
I'm gonna fuck when I meet her (meter), and I ain't gonna drop a quarter in her
We all with winners, [?] TECs and heavy mags
I seen him on Canadian horses, dressed in heavy drag
He's a fag
Yeah, I'm set with heavy mags
His girl's pussy like Drake, the best I ever had
Now it's sad, he couldn't peel clips, clapping fast
You couldn't be a legend with a Will Smith acting class
And I'm the hardest to do it
It's a wrap (rap), you'll get popped (pop) trying to rock in my country
What's ya genre of music?
Now niggas is all crazy, they see how the champ moving
Dizaster tight 'cause he see what the champ doing
Fox talking shit 'cause he a [?] student
Does Pesci bust this TEC? No (techno), I guess he wasn't into dance music
Now watch how I'm ripping it, I'm flipping him, getting him
The shoes on, these shits is amphibian
How I'm killing him is sickening
And since he Arab, he ain't gonna like the outcome in the end (Indian)
It's Grind Time number nine, I was never worried
Batting on
He got the steady jersey
When I'm fucking your bitch, I'm never early
Him beating me, y'all couldn't imagine that if he co-starred with Eddie Murphy
No pressure
[Overtime Round: Loe Pesci]
Yo, you a freestyle cat, well I know why you never write
DNA's name is Dan, he just couldn't spell it right
So what's being dyslexic like?
I mean besides yelling the only thing that Dan mastered is spelling his own name incorrectly, and backwards
Yo, making a diss track before battles for amateurs
You catch a L versus L like the Canibus rapper did
Yo, I heard he got a sponsorship they dipped him out in Southpole
You got a record, what's that shit in the Guinness Book about yo?
You're the only cat on earth who can whistle with his mouth closed?
I let his house blow, Dolly Parton sized grenades
Fuck a gun, I'd rather stun them with the carbon fiber blades
Then hop inside a plane and fly a hundred miles away
I ain't sticking around, 'cause in the court of law, the beast rely on DNA
And I'd never beat the case like i'm on trial with legal aid
See, I do illegal things, you gave Eleagle AIDS
DNA get left behind like a rapist semen stain
Yo, what, you think you a pterodactyl with the armor?
Yo, Jurassic Park is the only time DNA became a monster
