[Round 1: Jimz]
Stop bein' dirty dirty, stop bein' diiiiirty!
You look like...a survived abortion
With the swag of an orphan
And even though without this hat, I kinda resemble a sharkfin
It doesn't change the fact that you look like a dirty down syndrome dolphin
But we off him
See I hustle from around here through Boston
That's how I know these streets legit
I learned Worcester get the money and Springfield let them heaters spit
And we from Queens but he rap 'bout it, I seen the shit
I had my back against the wall like I couldn't reach the itch
Meanwhile, you be at the butcher shop gun range
Clappin' machetes with cleaver clips
But let me find out you makin' money in the streets though
Bag of Doritos you'll be aired out halfway before you reach the chips
I keep a shooter on deck, everyday with Jimz
There'll be a green light on your head like we're playin' Sims
Or let my little deuce deuce spark through, I ain't even got to lift the Sig
It's Hey Arnold, the small cap blew and split his wig
You what's weird as shit? Shotta
He don't know how to fight but got the face of a boxer
If we went to school together I would've took a shit in your locker
You just gettin' doe
Kinda, I been fly, and we ran through them dollars
And we got it all from blow/Bloe like the Bullpen roster
So get off my John John cause Gully if I slapped him right now I bet he wouldn't even push me back
D's soft like the pussy wack
So go 'head, keep talkin' like you load hollows in the Mac
Head shot, erase his (a racist) past like Hollohan and Pat
When I first shot a gat, the trigger pinched my finger fat
It ain't really work out great besides that I was scared, shootin' with the workout face
See now-a-days I'm not in the best of shape
But what I lift heavy, I'm talkin' handguns, automatics, I could pick any
Use whatever machine I want like the gym's empty
And then I wipe down the machine like I'm gym friendly
I be ridin' on my enemies, schemin' up the street four deep in the Burban
I be aimin' while I'm drivin' so the whole car swervin'
Tote the Glock at his team and I'm seein' that he hurtin'
Stomach shot made him lean...like Carter Deems when he's nervous
Oh yeah, it's not A. Ward
So y'all can keep tryin' to mean mug, just know I'll get your whole team cut
Every face can get stitches, yo 'Ganik, I ain't P-Nut I ain't afraid of these bitches
One more thing I gotta say
Today you gettin' none of my throwaways
Jimz a hoarder this a slaughter
Yo Goodz, why you always rappin' like you a hustler but against me you were scared to flip a quarter
This is torture, cause comin' at Jimz is as crazy as lettin' Chris Unbias babysit your daughter
So go ahead DNA spit that bum shit
Either way this round 28 grams; one zip
[Round 1: DNA]
Last time I was on the King Of The Dot stage it was Blackout 7, and my opponent got checked of course
I mean, A. Ward kind of did his thing but he had no choice but to accept the loss
This time you gettin' clocked out early like I don't respect the boss
And the bucks go to the other half like him and his ex divorce
You confident? Well have a change of heart like second thoughts
Or I'ma have men at your door without the Seven Dwarfs
I felt like Stoney when I let it off
Cause first I wigged on Bangz then put the mask on, now that's how you Set It Off
We both from Queens, but I flow harder, I'm a chrome sparker
You wit your n***as? Well I'm pluggin' 'em all (mall) like phone chargers
I been boxed Jones in the ring, I don't know Charver
Use the nine, Clips said, "Don't bother"
When I can give him the razor like old barbers
Too big ratchets, they both Parkers
I get to spillin' everything like close partners
A known starter, you get the pops for nothin'; broke fathers
Then I''ma put the lock on gyms; I'm Coach Carter
N***a you sound constipated every time you rhyme
But got the nerve to talk about my battles when they all are greater
That's what you call a hater
Cyclops, once I remove the shade all he saw was lasers
Told T-Top, "Get me a drum. Do us all a favor."
So I got the Ban' From TV like Noreaga
I'm in the Mass with the fifth plus he asked for these tips; awful waiter
Like I'm gettin' ready for court, I brought a blazer
Lonzo Ball the deuce point and I won't support The Lakers
The SIG smokin', broke alternator
But the blade didn't rip through Jimz like Schwarzenegger
Tonight I'm supposed to win, he get drugged with a dose again
Different chrome and I keep switchin' tones; Sammy Sosa skin
After the first round, hold ya kin, if he survive I reload again
It's cool, I guess It Takes Two; The Olsen Twins
I want that focused Jim, not that sad sorry chokin' Jim
I'm Old School, Will Farrell I'm smokin' Jim
Phyllis in Sunset Park I'm coachin' Jim
P.A.L. I'ma open gym
Make a move then it's the locker room, we closin' gym
The way I'm killin' in the Mass, they think your crew got purged
He won't reply after the text like dude got Curve
Sayin' you the best outta Queens, you got nerve
It'll be two K's (B2K)'s flippin' in gym like You Got Served
Word, every rhyme nice, you just got in the limelight
Non tight, his sis' nose is kickin', it's Solange like
My mind right, 6'8", two fifty's the Lebron type
Or I can have 16's dancin' in Jim, it's prom night
[Round 2: Jimz]
Oh they love you
Fuck outta here, B2K, who watch that shit?

So uh, true or false, was we not chillin' in Canada?
See me and DNA went to the club lookin' for some bitches
I was doin' my 2 Step on the dance floor
I spotted some thots from across the room, they was actin' like some damn whores
So I walked over started mackin', had 'em laughin'
I tried to put DNA on, she said, "N***a you put your man for?"
Dude Not Attractive, I thought that's what DNA stands for
I said, "SHIT! That's probably what happened with him and Clips."
When he got on Wild N Out cause Nick Cannon told Charlie, "You can be part of all this
But your friend with the missin' teeth, you can't bring him around."
Clips said, "Hehehe. C'mon Nick, you already know, that's my guy
I know he real dirty but at least he tries
But that's the little bro until the day I die
I don't think I can do the show...sike I lied!"
See every time I call him "dirty" he be lookin' at his clothes cause he be thinkin' his outfit is fresh
But when I call you dirty I ain't talkin' about your clothes I be talkin' 'bout your skin and your flesh
Now with that bein' said, I ain't got all night so let's get this out early
This is the part of the round I like to call, "Stop bein' dirty"
Cause I was thinkin'...stop bein' dirty
Every time he raps 'bout his arm and hammer, act like his hands tied behind his back whenever it pop at a show
No, no, no, no, no, no!
I was thinkin', Organik, when it dawned on me
How you keep bookin' him for all these battles with the same fuckin' flow
No, no, I was thinkin', "Stop bein' dirty" every time he rap about what's in his palm, I'll live
That's why you never gain no respect by the legends and GOATS
Nah, nah, nah fuck all that, I was thinkin', "Stop bein' dirty"
How we all watched you wash up so many battler rappers but you never used the bars that mattered the most
Soap
Now, hold on, hold on, can we all look at DNA for a fuckin' minute?
Yes, disgustin' isn't it?
And that's no avoidin' D
For a woman to actually be in love with you, you have to imagine her amount of insecurities
I'm guessin' she'll be somewhere in her late 30's see
Had a few kids, had a husband with no loyalty
So she dreamt of true love, to have a house and to one day hold the key
So she go with D
And put aside all these flaws that we all can see
Like this disgrace, rapist face with homeless teeth and focus on your personality and avoid beneath
Well either that or you know she cheats
Current event bars: Th3 Saga left NWX
It's cause you ain't do nothin' to help his career so it was no surprise to see him leave
He couldn't grasp bein' around you jerk offs so he just decided to beat his feet
See D I do more than just squeeze the heat
You get cut til you layin' on the street
Then I'll start poppin' the trigger
Give you bucks that'll put your back on your feet like, "Just pay me back when you got it my n***a."
Dirty
[Round 2: DNA]
See the funny thing about it Jimz, is it dawned on me too
Now you should listen to me, I'm the sickest of three
I see you tried to make this battle tied, tryin' to take down E
But here's the secret we 'bout to take this battle to a different degree
I'm an animal
Now you bought the Dove of soap but you should dial 911
Yeah Saga left NWX cause it was actual hate
You and him are both jerk offs, and to decide that we'll let the Mass debate
Now this the round where I'm here to break the rook' down
I promise this gon' be the best scheme
Tonight you made the wrong chess move, we could've had the best team
Instead you got greedy, thought that they would crown you the next king
Aye Bishop, it's gon' take more than a pawn to protect Queens
What you gon' tell?
Now he came with that soap shit, that was an awful scheme
I could've killed the n***a with a Boston scheme
But since we both from the same borough I'd rather leave him tourin' through Queens
What you gon' tell us a story of lies? I can't accept that
I went to my hood, I sent checks back
I could've been greedy with the money but instead I left racks
This all been good, I had to struggle to get to the next level while the rest settled
Once I show him where four is he'll run from this fresh metal
You 'bout to take an L I see off that wack shit, this gon' be your last trip
And of course they would side with me, I've been bringin' the Mass piff
I'm 'bout mine, whatchu know 'bout flushin' drugs on the north but you wind up on the south side?
Shout out to my n***a Jaffe, he from the towers lettin' the lead off
I'm in the projects with the .40 and what I palm will knock your head off
I mean biz, they showed Cor' mega love when he killed you, this don't even seem big
But me and Hollow was both in that jungle, brother, buildin' that Queensbridge
You get it doujah? I guess you a different soldier
I been wiggin', Jim just got with the Wolves; Minnesota
I flip him over, he ain't know my work I grip the toaster
Big nose, this KRS-One, The Bridge Is Over
I'm from Queens! Where n***as act wild and push crack vials
My bars will make Chinks say "Yay" and have Stack smile
You claim that you Murder Inc, you can't with that wack style
I can't let y'all rule, I'll go to the V to get rid of this Black Child
N***a then you started tellin' jokes, switchin' your style
Battlin' all on King Of The Dot, I'm like, "This n***a is foul."
Wasn't you just on RBE? Now this shit gettin' wild
ARP, I know you work out but you ain't been to Jimz in a while
I'ma wild at home, I'm inside the zone, I fire chrome
You wit your n***as? Well I cap one, that's Al Capone
I'm spazzin', now I don't care about fans or critics cause I handle business
Show up for work and never make a demanding wishlist
You just started gettin' booked, not cause this man's the illest
You gave him a membership cause Jimz is cheap; Planet Fitness
I came to bar
Now there's no way you gon' beat those weak rhymes
I just smoked you round two, even though I hate Queens on Queens crime
Time

[Round 3: Jimz]
So you say you're from Queens but was you wit us ready to pop off at that Prodigy mural?
Nah, D was missin'
And he claims that he's from Queens, but was you wit us marchin' for Sean Bell after the night that cops hit him?
You was somewhere stretchin' bars like cartoon characters breakin' out of prison
And by the way, I bought you and Cortez McDonald's in Canada, y'all n***as owe me for them burgers and McChickens
If not, I hope you Got Yourself A Gun cause I keep a steal matic
You'll visit your Distant Relatives if I grab the Smith 'N
I'll get this n***a Tate, go meet God Son when I get to liftin'
You think Life Is Good? Dome shot in front of his projects while the n***a's slippin'
Nah, see, we from Queens, so I had to leave his head in front of the buildin', It Was Written
This motherfucker, he's good! You fuckin' gremlin
You would never use them dirty little fingers to try to fight me fag
That 2 on 2 proved he ain't about the life he rap
K-Shine was in the field fightin'
You stood still and did the Heisman
You didn't even lightly jab, all we seen is them shove ya
And we seen this bitch takin' cover like when your wifey's mad
See Chess is half your age and size and even he was out fightin' fam'
But who are you hurtin'? 40 Year Old Virgin
If we asked how it felt to push on Chess you would've said, "Like a bag of sand."
And D I would've got rid of Chess hair like, "C'mon man hold my hand."
Real shit now, no hatin'
DNA is one of the most viewed battle rappers in the world, congratulations you really made it
But question, why won't Murda Mook or Loaded Lux battle you?
That's cause he don't get respect by one of the greatest
All you have is general punchlines that go at anybody, that shit is so basic
The lamest, so your legacy is faded off of laziness
And that's why you're one of the most viewed battle rappers and nobody's favorite
That's a fact Mobb!
Everybody I came in this game wit I already passed without a set
Special ed, I went dummy in my class
True hustler, customers never complained about my stash
It actually wasn't until battle rap that I heard complaints about my stash
I'm with my Boy N The Hood, goin' Furious like Tre dad
Try to run, bullet hit your back when the K blast
And broke up on his disc like the tape trash
ARP at any time I could lick a shot
It's like I'm walkin' with a flask
I let two bolt across his helmet and I did it in a Flash
Then I tell my girl to grab the shovel we keep it hidden in the stash
Til she go dig a n***a like she only in it for the cash
I met your girl on the rag...um, good thing she gave me head while I hold her breast
I left that shit nutty cause my flow finesse
You don't have handguns, he has hand guns, unloadin' flesh
Not me I'm Charles Barkley, known for TECs
So walk man cause I also use the MAC's well like old cassettes
You're one of the most viewed cause you sacrificed your tooth
To the battle rap Illuminati versus Tech
And then you got with K-Shine and NWX
Now you think you got the coldest set
Til he turn his back on you, you should've reached to the Dot that knows him best
But you think [?] and you be brothers for life...n***a SO DID REX!
Get him the fuck outta here, pick his casket
How you have over a hundred battles but only one classic?
The fans try to drown me in hate
I been the torture but didn't panic
I would stay afloat and Rose about the water like the end of Titanic

[Round 3: DNA]
You got Nas on your shirt, so like Foxy Brown y'all gon' see deaf in the air
You gon' learn when I'm rappin'
It's this herb that I'm crackin'
You mentioned twelve songs but the most important one, you ain't about Affirmative Action
R.I.P. to Prodigy, I'm still bumpin' Mobb Deep when I'm ridin' in the Civic
Tell this Shook One, Give Up The Goods, or the driver gon' get it
I plan to stick together, you let it Get Away
Now I'm firin' the biscuit, You Got It Twisted so now it's Survival of The Fittest
I'm wildin'
But they put me up against Mr. Stop Bein' Dirty
N***a you sound like you got throat cancer, clear your throat pal
And you thinkin' you gon' be top tier off another n***a's resume, to me is so wild
See Cortez gave you a shot, but if you really want the power, get your own style
Cause you can't use DNA in court like ghost trail
I'm all in your spot and don't think about callin' the cops
Cause you gon' get the chest shot before the officer knocks
Brought a Tommy with a knife, I'll be leavin' a homi
I'm Proctor, I'ma take a file recordin' and clean up the body
Who gon' stop me? I'm on my shit this summer
Deuce deuce with the milli under
In other words I'm drawin' on a Massacre; 50 cover
I ain't scared of y'all raps, I'ma hit his brother, then flip his mother
Then I'm airin' all caps, I'm a Pippen lover
Two ratchets, Nicki Minaj, Lil' Kim they both lickin' suckers
Just in case I miss the Bentley like Diddy butler
I'm in the Hummer ready to hit a buster
Then I'm spreadin' bucks through the fam' like I hit the number
Bomb that, he want no contact like I switched the nnumber
This .40 my best kept secret, it ain't in the Rucker
First A. Ward now Jimz, they both in the gutter
Paul George, Russel Westbrook, that's two PG's hit with thunder
You just a knockoff Goodz and I hurt clones
Contemplatin' the K and the Calicoe like the first NOME
Or you can get iced wit a chain like we're vs Rone
Scratch the serial off before I squirt chrome
So this Gun Title fresh out the can like Surf's home
You 'bout to take a serious L when I murk Jones
Never been suited for a tie, this ain't a church zone
Now that there was a business line like a work phone
All they gon' see is Jim in a round like a birthstone
I'll take the knife, give him the end like the story closed
Then get the body clearer in a pic' like portrait mode
Wayans family, I got a clip for all your bros
Puttin' five down within arms reach; Jordan pose
Drink champs, I got questions with the fifth, we on Norey's Show
Gucci [?] Maine, I keep the foreign clothes
Two K's shootin' Jimz in the crib, I'm in story mode
Soon as my n***as run into Jim we at the glory road
Bar after bar after bar, is y'all ready?
Then switch the heat and give him kicks for cheap; Starbury
Mossberg, Desert Eagle, .40 Cal, they all deadly
Shit I even got the coat in the crib, I'm R. Kelly
He won't get the instant message
Til the head floatin' off the body like we got aim
I killed Suge, killed anybody that speak my name
Like one of them bitches Usher hittin', he got flamed
They sayin', "Jesus" with two ratchets in the gym like He Got Game
It's round three it's gettin' hot in here
Mass what's my slogan?

[Crowd]
Get him the fuck outta here!