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[Round 1: Aye Verb] Yo, this...makes me sick! So Goodz gets another home game - damn! This when the card switch up 'Cause now I gotta deal with extra shit, all type of fraudism Watch how tough this nigga act 'cause he home He talk different, his heart bigger... Y'all know how these soft niggas act when they sippin' this hard liquor! Test this nigga Goodz without no Henny in him? He rev up never This Challenger ain't got no hemi in him Actin' like he's Superman Well this a mirror that you lookin' at cause I'm Superman too I'm just the one that wear the crooked S Save all that fly shit maggot, you ain't that clown You got it easy out here, I'm from the hood Nigga I used to have to freestyle over sounds of MAC rounds in the background He told Danja, "I shoot at niggas go home and scrub my hands with hand soap" And y'all was lovin' that I was puzzled, 'cause hand soap don't get rid of residue, nigga You got to glove the shit I fuck bad bitches You fuck bad "battle rap" affiliated bitches Big difference Now let me son him Yo, NuNu Nellz? Now, I'd have fucked that bitch, too (two)...times, and then changed my number I'm not one of these other niggas You can't stand on stage and rap wit' me, nigga You got to rap with me, you lil' bird bitch Enough with this boring Goodz flow {Verb puts his drink down} Let's get into that Verb shit Beef boy, I get that shit done nigga And/or I been in a jam before I ain't goin' back in that can boy So now I pay a young nigga a little dust, that's a sandstorm And have him in the middle of the Bronx Strugglin' to pick up that .50 Cal' like...looks like he's slidin' back a van door You still tryin' to prove that you tough, you a damn boy I'ma ridah that turned into a man; Autobot/Transform My son say, "They gon' over hype Goodz, whatchu gon' do dad?" I told him, go in that bitch with lines, just punch like a school dance Goodz Da Animal I think camel toe, antelope Verb: code name "Hannibal", this nigga cantaloupe You only hot here, you ain't ringin' outta town bitch nigga, nah you can't elope "Ring" "outta town" "bitch/nigga" "you can't elope"? I can' them both, cannon smoke You don't like my damn approach? Better get a guard then (garden); botanical, or get planted hoe Who think Marlon Brando really out here playin' Rambo No, I came to catch a body, nothin' under let's go commando I'm back ridin' on all these niggas just got my license back That Showtime shit y'all waitin' to hear? Trust me - we got all night for that! [Round 1: Goodz] Okay, time to see who play better Verb "So it's Show-" that's about the gayest shit I ever heard Personally, I don't think you straight nigga You was on stage against Swave lookin' like a 14 karat gay nigga Serius Verb? You can't be My bitch'll kill you if I let her But it's priority I deliver this ass whoopin' domestic, I'm certified for that, they already stamp me Truthfully, I dare (deer) you to die; Bambi We shoot it until it click But you can still smell that toy odor (Toyota) before I let that can' re (Camry) You gonna be outta here by tomorrow baby; Plan B I get them racks done because it's bars over them Jamie Foxx jokes, the fans see Oh well, King's Tower, maybe your hoe tell (hotel) You put it together Now I can let them two arms throw shells but I'll just feed him punches 'til he lump, give him an oat meal Wait, I'm the nigga that told K-Shine, "Bring my apron here." I'm the nigga that told Tech- NOME 3 Hitman stole that from me, I just wanna make that clear Yung Ill is a dust head...'nuff said Me, ICE and Ars' made you niggas If we ain't okay you niggas your footage would've still been under Lux bed But I'm a good getter You the type to get in an argument with a bitch, she walk away you go get her You a hoe Verb, the bitch type You ain't even pussy you period, Verb, wait that fits right Period. Verb Now I can send some slugs heavy there But since you crampin' my style I'll just follow you to your pad and leave blood everywhere You period Verb, menstrual pussy Send out that code text to my clique They always think of tampons when they see bullets Why? Cause they goin' in this pussy You period, Verb, you caused this whippin' Give me too much lip and exit out bleedin', you might die baby, abort this mission If we make a date for you to pay me, and you miss it, we gon' find where you from You should know what to be expectin' if I don't get it by that time of the month You pu- fuck it, I starts to clap with the fifth Headshots leave him gushy until his hat starts to drip You pussy Well I'm strapped like an itch, I'm Tyler Perry, fire heavy Three heaters at Madea cause this nigga act like a bitch Every nigga I know real, that's a fact My lil' man Ray Hov just got knocked wit' the strap You can't relate cause you only pop in ya raps Well let's keep it real Gucci, fake G's don't lock where I'm at Ask about my background, pistol dumpin' Believe me nigga you gon' get what you don't want if this cat fish (Catfish) for somethin' We rob nigga like you, make 'em run they necklace We don't creep when it's beef I'm ridin' down that one way reckless Pin out, puttin' X's on that gun play checklist Two biscuits will fry ya egg you scramble wit' mine The code word is "Sunday breakfast" My niggas grab TEC's for fun Play games like, "Let's see who the next to run" A situation happened and I had to step to son But it was pointless cause it's hard to address (add dress) to bum Another rapper that's an actor, boy you gon' play yo' part today My bitch Cocoa got that butter but she low son (lotion) that's how you keep the marks away Jeff Greene, you ain't got the heart to play How it feel to get killed by ya father nigga? You Marvin Gaye You that gay son I wish I never had and that ain't hard to say But do me a favor, tell your mother I love her nigga And don't forget to send me my gift on Father's Day GMB [Round 2: Aye Verb] There's only two ways to beat Verb One: you gotta outrap me Two: the crowd gotta hate me Anything else I'm sendin' soul's flyin' These people paid to hear bars my nigga, laugh and joke on ya own time Nigga, you just a swag fest, I'm a stab fest, bloody gloves the whole nine Who torture shit, and guess who's starrin' my new horror flick? SO IT'S! (SHOWTIME!) I ride up on this nigga while he chillin' on the weekend Creepin', seat back, iron low like I'm anemic I'ma wet everybody out here, cannonball off the deep end Extensions, Nina, let me put my bitch weave in One chance, gotta make this count (discount) on some cheap shit So I breathe in and start squeezin' Skirt off quick like a freak bitch Goodz feelin' odd, nigga wanna get even So he come back with mo' niggas on it, what's this the remix? If it's killers in any one of y'all niggas I don't see shit You, Shine and Rex fuck boys, Mr. Cee, shit Fuck y'all I ain't takin' it back, nigga I don't leave shit Niggas think I'm weak cause I'm seasick, I'm wit' the street shit I got a mean fist that'll stitch him up like a seamstress Fuck it let's make the scheme switch He gon' catch 8 L's (A.L.); Sharpton, lyrical marksman Can knock a pubic hair off a shark's fin on that bar tip Four deep, white 300, like the Spartans Behind me, two passengers Caddy, but we ain't golfin' I stall 'em, them Stones Cold; Steve Austin Snatch him and eat off him, tell my niggas to jack him We pass this nigga Goodz around like he offering Keep talkin', yo' fans? We stalk them Tree stalk them, this is what happens when the beef is on, we off them Snatch his broad, give him a call, "What's good? You tryin' to buy bitch? You pay I let her live." Sike, she goin' either way like a bi bitch {gun clicks} Bye bitch Dude you swoop any bird that want you that bitch done flew the coop You 5'2", shaped like an Oompa Loomp No neck, chain spinnin' like a hoola hoop Yo' set full of actors and extras, it don't matter who we shoot See you ain't got bars like that You look like a 33 year old Benzino You ain't never gonna be no star like that You battle niggas you can beat cause you smart like that But when it comes to niggas that deal don't play yo' cards like that Verb! [Round 2: Goodz] After every battle they runnin' with classic Stay wit' me Fuck what you write back, I came here to kill don't get ya mic jacked (Mike Jack') Verb, I'm one of the Bad-dest, you know it Whether you frown ya face or you show it Drop about 90 stacks on that whip another 10 to 2, tone it Gray and black, flyin' Spur but who own it? Never mind I learned that from my uncle, he was an old school playa that had [?] San Antonio back in the day; Bruce Bowen You hear that engine? It sound like the Coupe flowin' It gotta be rain, hail or sleetin' for me to put that roof on it I say all that to say, in rap, image is everything It ain't funny to rap bummy Plus all my real niggas know that money attract money Now I'm not sayin' battle rappers who dress the best But you wore a Mecca/Girbaud vest against X and Rex You ain't no get bread nigga! You little wet, shiny, hairline, piss head nigga I said I'ma kill Verb Watch, he be gone You talk shit? Well I move off words with that plastic piece by myself nigga; Ouija board Now I'm talkin' to the dead It don't make no damn sense that that Eagle would change a quarter of his head You push packs, I give out packs, there's a difference there I hope your hearin' is HD, listen clear You don't strike me as a match, they want fire, you can't get it there I'm cookin' this nigga, fuck my apron bring the kitchen here! Gucci trench coat, matchin' bucket it's like fishin' gear Put me on any block in that world I'ma get it there! I ball! But when the cops [?] I'ma take the charge, not make it hot Yo Bakka, I made my livin' off of takin' blocks Three heats shootin' and we comin' to take ya spot I scream "Ray Allen!" They wildin' Cause all my shooters know you ain't gotta be open to take the shot Corny meets rapper, that's what Verb is But if he talk shit after this battle, we goin' straight to where Verb live I talkin' snatchin' Chaz out the nightclubs for his man thinkin' he's that type thug Matter of fact, y'all said "Verb", I said, "I'll take him" that's light drugs I've been smokin' since Lux was hostin' This battle shit was easy then, I've been cold that's why now it's such a breeze to win Ain't no Love & (in) Hip Hop nigga, test me I call that .4-4 Joseline, I'm Stevie J wit' it Cause everybody knows (nose) I'll pack it if you sweat me They say I'm sick in the head, get well I think I am crazy, cause when I'm not around that K I miss shells (Michelle) Open large, big Glock, I got a scope for y'all I use it to hit a nigga from long distance, it's a calling card Make sure the deals go right, that's a boss's job So play in the streets and get hit if you try crossin' God (guard) If you wanna keep it hood, let's keep it hood But I just y'all the difference of bein' good and (Bein' Goodz!) [Round 3: Aye Verb] I take pictures with these words and make caskets so easy It's a difference between watchin' me kill a nigga and when you have to come see me With this rap shit, I can get ratchet or I can go pastor and start actually preachin' So it's! (Showtime) The horror flick was last round, now let's go reality TV You ain't a king motherfucka, you only battle where your ground at A real king can go outta town, face a king, come home and bring his crown back Niggas praise you for no reason, I can't allow that Big dawg, when I bark pussy you must meow back Classics, I got a ton of 'em, classic, you got none of 'em Three Summer Madness' I did two you did none of 'em I crack jokes on Proving Ground niggas, I make fun of 'em But you can't crack jokes on them niggas cause you one of 'em Move like a professional nigga and you could be this Get mad throwin' bottles on stage, nigga that's rookie shit There's levels to this shit When I step up on this stage it's like y'all howlin' at the moon, throwin' pebbles at a brick Now let's remind you, in '09 I came to ya turf Bars on deck like, "Who the nicest? I'll shoot 'em first." You ain't stand for New York then, you ain't do no verse So how you get the status of boss and you ain't do no work? The rule is "protect home court" nigga or you the worst Same rules applies, everywhere on this movin' Earth Every hood in America, every block in the universe Every block that you can search Gangstas gotta get they hands dirty Goodz, every boss was a shooter first Gauge cocked, come here Goodz, let's get this [?] You wanna be a rich rapper, I just wanna get what they got I take over GMB strip, show up on they block With tan, white girls and wet, turn that motherfucker to Baywatch Butter knife will go to your body long as the blade hot Split you in half, get a double you (W); Tay Roc To be honest I'm beyond this Cause you one of them rappers that'll say you move keys like piano, that's so [?] Listen, NY, it ain't never F y'all I just want my respect cause where I'm at I respect y'all Aye Verb versus Goodz, you see what the fuss is about Smack made another classic, book me and come put blood in they mouth [Round 3: Goodz] The difference between me and y'all is me and y'all Y'all ain't worryin' 'bout stage presence, creativity, delivery, nah Y'all just wanna keep it bars Well whatchu gon' do when them bars ain't hittin'? How you gon' rap when it's on? Matter of fact, whatchu gonna do if that crowd starts to boo again Verb? How you gonna act when it's on? I ain't top tier, you right, I'm in a class of my own Cause I can whoop a nigga's ass all three rounds off of swagger alone I'm like, "Cool, put on that camera." Smooth, I let him act amper You gonna need more than luck to rap tamper with this black panther Eight clips, no stage shit, a nigga can't stage this Two shotguns in broad daylight we playin' niggas in The Matrix My shit tuck, I got the Juice now but I'll still two pop (2Pac) him if he bitch up "Bitch up" "Bishop", whatever the shit's tough I'ma lay him in that black bag and make sure that it's zipped up Stripped up, I bring the Glock when I'm walkin' through You got two left feet, how you gon' tangle (tango) with me Verb? Watch who you talkin' to I'm just laughin' to you Verb I mean I ain't into game show but for the fans we gon' play this game tho' It's called, "What Happened To You Verb?!" You was the man when you took Hollow, strange but yes I be lyin' if I say you ain't never bang yo' set Was well off then you fell off I watch you go from runnin' shit, to changin' steps Went from Hollow to Math, even gave Cortez a shot At this rate I wouldn't be surprised if you took D. Chamberz next What happened to you Verb? You started that whole Midwest new shit Got everybody together on some midwest true shit I'm like, "Unity. This must be how the midwest do shit." At that time you started to decline you battled damn near everybody in that Midwest Movement What happened to you Verb? Check this, we was supposed to take two new niggas before we battled each other But you took Ah Di Boom before I agreed to take Danja, that kinda rattled me brother See we was supposed to be givin' them a shot In my case that was probably true But in your case we couldn't tell who was givin' the shots, truthfully it looked like Ah Di Boom See that's the problem with you Verb, you inconsistent Sometimes you hot, sometimes you cold, you lost it You went from a good battle against Swave Sevah to fuckin' chokin' against Caustic? What happen to- Okay, I'm gettin' money I confess A couple dirty niggas mad that I get fresh, I can't help it I can dress But what are y'all? Hurt? Mad? I guess y'all want me to be a dirt bag Well I'm so fly I need my space it's like first class You said you was a dope boy Verb? Don't get laid out Matter of fact, if you do sell dope put Coach on ya bags cause they played out Just took my [?] out the jeweler nigga, they made the band with cake frost, it's too easy Did he (Diddy) know this was a cake walk Wait Diddy know this was a cake wa- take a minute, let it go around Cause we don't remix it, put it in subtitles or slow it down Now try not to think too much You fuck with me I'ma- {fake chokes} I am, the only time I talk to Earl is when I drink too much When I think of Verb, I think of wave grease, Murray's 360 daps Fake pit with slacks, baggy jeans, big fitted hats, you into that When you think of Goodz you think of liftin' gats, pitchin' crack, givin' packs, collectin' money sittin' back, I'm into that Ya bitch door open, I'ma enter that with the gat Big red circle on her back, Twister match She watchin' cable, put an end to that Swave tried but couldn't finish that So it's Showtime- No there's no Time to warn her (Warner) when I send her MAC's (Cinemax) Buck 50 bubble his face and his skin If I don't like him, that's when the trouble waitin' to begin Suffocate him 'til he dies, then hit him again They say, "Why Goodz always drinkin' while he's battlin'?" (Cause I'm already celebratin' my win!)
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