Aye Verb vs Ms Hustle
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[Round 1: Aye Verb]
Aye yo, Debo
When you put a man versus a woman on stage
That shit not funny
It's hysterical
Valentine's Day was the only day I expected any of your girls to look good
And 30 days later
Look at these hoes, right back to terrible
It's no hope for y'all
Now who the fuck wanna lie to me and tell me in a real club the niggas notice y'all
Being built like toothpicks and bowling balls
And wearing weave that lay down the same way fur lay down on homeless dogs
Do you bitches ever use combs or nah?
Man, don't nobody gon' build no home with y'all
You hoes is for some dome, that's all
And Hustle got it the worst 'cause ain't no man gon' wife no broad who's over-tall, whose shoulders broad, with big feet, 'cause when y'all stroll the mall, y'all won't look like a couple
Y'all gon' look like a couple niggas who pro at ball
I've been knowing you eleven years, bitch, eleven years
And your edges, your edges, they never grow at all
I guess they don't evolve
Fuck it, let's move along
Y'all remember treasure troll, that doll with the little colored 'fro and all
Who face look like-, that's what I see when I see most of y'all
"Give it up for the ladies!"
Pfft, no way, nah
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and you hoes say pause?
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and y'all don't wear bras
Well, besides O'fficial
Wait, let's handle this other issue
Jaz be talking shit, that's when this shit go left
Her jean size is size zero and still be baggy, aw, little boy, fix yo' belt
Shorty, kill yourself
Before you try to get hip with Verb, first you need to try to get some hips yourself
Smack, this your fault, only focus on bros
These girls ain't loyal
40 Bars only ran into URL house 'cause the shelter was closed
Hoes, get out of pocket when you give 'em position, stop it, y'all have a complex
Y'all rap how y'all cock shit, obnoxious
When y'all job is to cook, clean, cock lick and wash shit, and get these niggas off like cockring
When a man bleeds, we don't use bandaids or see doctors
When y'all bleed, man, you bitches need chocolate
You think I'm a chauvinist, well dodge this
Battle rap is for the men, this how we eat, this our plate, and holes always sticking up forks in our shit
Ah shit
I ain't every bitches' type, I can respect that fully
But yours I gotta be
You can't tell Verb "no" when you gave Prep your pussy
Did you lose yo' mind?
You step to the god and get crucified
For you this was the big ass mistake like my rooster line
When I hear your brutal rhymes about rugers flyin' I lose my mind
Random!
Behind the scenes, Hustle baby, you kinda give me a booster vibe
She'll text me out of nowhere, "Hey Verb"
My reply is google eyes, like "booboo hi"
Then her reply, she got some shoes my size
Then my reply is "but I never told you my size"
This about to get bad, bitch
Either you could forfeit now or you're gonna die, you decide
[Round 1: Ms Hustle]
You got daughters, Verb
You know little girls grow up and want men like their father and shit
You gon' be the reason them little bitches accept anything from a nigga
I know it's hard to admit
I mean, they look how you talk to women, and think niggas supposed to talk to them like that
You not bothered by this?
Next time you call out a woman out her name, think of your daughters
'cause even karma's a bitch
You be harboring shit
I know you never got over that babysitter molesting you
No no no, I won't laugh, 'cause what she did was unacceptable
I got family that went through that shit
So make fun of it is what I'll never do, not at all
But like like the Holocaust, we gon' talk about how it affected you (Jew)
She had sex with you, gave head to you, all this sick shit
Only five years old, caressing your little penis, you ain't even know how hard your shit get
And now you treat all females fucked up, 'cause the flaws in that sick bitch
Now he hate all women, 'cause she was massagin' his stick (misogynistic)
All this shit sick
She was supposed to keep you an eye on you, feed you every meal
You never was on time-out, but she took the time out to catch a feel
I mean when the lights went out, her cuddling with you, is that when shit got real?
She was supposed to have the kid napping, but he got held against his will
How it feel to know you fucked up 'cause of a woman?
I bet barely get sleep
And now you expose your daughters to this monster, that's what gets me
I'd rather a nigga don't give 'em time, then a nigga that corrupt they mind
You worst than a deadbeat, so how you gon' check me?
And your morals fucked up, 'cause what you did to Yung Ill was so dirty
He had an addiction, y'all made him look dress up like a fiend
Y'all was supposed to get him clean
I thought that was yo' bro there
You was supposed to be there through his withdrawals, telling him "no worries"
Why you ain't take him to rehab?
Of course a vegan want suggest cold turkey
You so girly, emotional nigga, but you let it slide though
He called you a bad father, who you gave him his combo
Should've been gripping an auto, then send him a hollow
You let that white boy ruin your day?
I figure why though?
How the fuck could a vegan a problem with avocado?
You tried though
All this alpha male shit to prove you a man, that's the problem with ya
Your mother's a dyke, so these feminine traits come from a bitch trying to be your father figure
Where was your father, nigga?
You grew up not knowing which way to go, that shit too wild
You wanted to be a gangster and put the strap on, but remember your moms had a strap-on, that's why you confused now
Y'all see the truth now?
This explains ya lack of respect for women, that and many things
Where was your mother when the babysitter touched ya, why she ain't intervene?
That's why from you, a bitch'll never get a ring
I see you working out, your gym routines, all these big machines
But with all this bench pressing, why is it so hard for you to lift a queen?
This what I mean
All this bravado, acting macho, you want us to believe you squeezin' fours
I remember we was calling you Gay Verb, all them mannerisms couldn't be ignored
And now you tough, tryin' to make us think you don't like niggas, I wouldn't be so sure
Shit, you even went vegan trying to convince us you don't like meat no more
Your beef so off
This little facade has yet to be determined
You cat fishing, 'cause you even a bigger bitch when you seen in person
You got your own skeletons, your own demons beneath the surface
You got your own hidden insecurity like the secret service
See the purpose of me talking to you like this, it's a bigger statement
You like weak minded, 'cause women like me, you get intimidated
And real niggas, they don't honor ya, a real nigga would've pulled you to the side like a officer
You like submissive, 'cause you can't deal with bitches that be bossing up
We see, you only celebrate the weak (week) like Hanukkah
I'm on to ya
Ya not a threat, I won't panic
I dated men like you back when I had low standards
They wasn't even romantic
I took it all, I was stripped of everything like pole dancers
I was kicked, hit, even slapped close-handed
And y'all said his word'll hurt me, I need those answers
I went through physical abuse, so how the fuck the shit from Verb'll (verbal) do the most damage?
No cappin', y'all don't be banging no guns
You said you from a crip block, nigga, ain't no gangs where you from
Stop all this feminine shit, 'fore they think you a punk
Yo, dyke bitch
That's the way you should've been raising your son
Round 1, nigga
[Round 2: Aye Verb]
Baby, whoever did yo makeup
Either they don't fuck with you for real
Or maybe the bitch was barely woke
It look like you sat down in that chair and told her: "Girl, give me the 'I don't care no more', and then mix it with a scary ghost."
I'mma burn this fucking duck, y'all smoking quack
Let's bring that back
Burn this fucking duck, smoking qua-, oh that was wack
But if Rum said, y'all would clap
So therefor I'mma keep it, how about that
Play ball, three minute rounds, they ain't book me for a long time
Fuck the preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too
So it's Showtime
You got two sides on yo brain, use yo Edison side
Your estrogen high, so why you got this effortless pride?
You talk shit to a man then you die
Baldhead'll get shot, then she can beat her chest in the sky
After the shooting, like Steph when it fly
Bitch
Funky dumb cunt witch, built like a lunchbox
Switchblade to the cumbox
Press on it, get straight through, my number unblocked
Silence, when a man talk
Beat a bitch [?]
You keep a dick in your mouth, you limit the problems when you can't talk
Yo, eighty percent of men die first in most relationships
It's pressure, everyday we stress
Y'all want us to chase, break our necks, and pay for shit
Y'all ask us for the world but never ask how our day just went
But as long as we datin' we yo' bae, yo' dick
But on the day we split
It's nigga, fuck you, number blocked, never gave a shit
And if the man is married, the other half take half of his pay and shit
And the whole time, he never gain a fourth of the shit that he gave a bitch
Let's take Jada Pink', the mother of Jaden Smith
She fucked on August and played with him, after Will paraded her as his favorite
His comments had no hate in it, you bitches was okay with it
But only if the shade was flipped, he woulda lost everything, y'all woulda gave him shit
Front page news of the foul mood
Will couldn't even break down and cry, men not allowed to
Thirty her, mindfuck murder her
Y'all the worst of ones
Bitch, even y'all bathroom dirtier
You can't lie to me, I'm goin', boy
You wanted a war, then you want a war
Why every snake in the movie that talks has a women's voice
Can you answer that?
But answer this, handsome, fact
Why do y'all face get more attractive when y'all ass get fat
Y'all are like kids
Anything y'all see, y'all ask for that
And y'all love food more than y'all dudes
When y'all hoes eat a snack, y'all cabbage patch
Y'all are narcissistic
Y'all whole mission to make us believe y'all heart is with us
But when y'all whole intention is to bring more darkness to the god that's in us
When we fuck on y'all, y'all forgive us
But when the next nigga come with a better offer, y'all forget us
That's why it's fuck y'all bitches
[Round 2: Ms Hustle]
What the fuck you be talking about, Verb?
I mean you used to say some of the greatest shit
But lowkey, since you went vegan, you ain't been makin' sense
I mean Verb say shit like: "I'm a savage nigga, I used to tie my shoes the fastest, nigga
My door ain't got no knobs, I play goldfish with the caterpillars"
What the fuck you be talking about, Verb?
Or, or
"They don't talk like us, when I write, my palms light up
Superior to all writers, lyrically got arthritis"
What the fuck you be talking about, Verb?
Nigga, just watch all them words
'cause my niggas'll have you in the hospital, debatin' on whether to pull those chords
Your body'll be in a different state every day, like when you go on tour
I mean I said you was the greatest, I felt you was oh so raw
I mean you got episodes when you penny, but them good times don't show no more
You oh so soft, you don't be posin' a threat
If they a op, then they a op, we ain't gonna forget
Tight grip, anticipate the kick when I'm sparkin' a tech
Is this something I gotta spell out, Verb?
I hold that auto correct
I'm sorta upset
'cause they supposed to bring Hitman for a body, this bad business
And lowkey, since he been on TV, he been mad timid
Yo Hitman, bring ya wife Cinnamon my way, I rag bitches
Jesus, I wash Cinn' (sin) like baptism
And lay Holla down in the back, I'm adlibbing
I rap different
This ain't gonna go how you think
You should've backed down like, you was tryin' to get in the paint
I stomach shot 'em, shit, everything in him break
Doc'll be trying to put Verb together like 'fill in the blanks'
You niggas is saints, my niggas straight demons
Arms out in front of the opps, we playing defense
At Volume, you got drugged, your fans was making up reasons
Now you trying to recover from Roc, that's why me and A meeting (NA meeting)
Gang creepin', H in this bitch
Waiting for him to swerve like
Eagle in his mouth, fuck if he vegan, make him eat a bird
You got the nerve
This shit started with your dyke mother, that's where the hate came from
She was too busy tryin' to be a man, bitch should've tried to raise one
Since day one, you, Ill, Holla, closer than relatives
You remember, Midwest Movement, fuck New York this, fuck New York that, hella negative
But Con put Hitman on Wild N Out, he done got hella big
A New York nigga did more for your brother than you ever did
You never slid, or jumped in a ride and let that thing bust
Faggot, pussy, creampuff
Captain Marketable?
I get whatever whip I see crushed
Put his V in the air like Star Trek, and get that captain beamed up
This Caffeine, huh?
But URL first lady the motto
This my shit, my blueprint for you niggas to follow
You thought I would be out of my comfort zone
I figure why though?
I had to let the nigga from the Lou' see (Lucy) I'm home, like Ricky Ricardo, nigga
2-0, nigga
[Round 3: Aye Verb]
'Cause I keep it real, most of these females gon' label me a piece of shit
And because I'm not barkin' on her, so y'all probably think y'all can eat me
Y'all can't even eat my dick
This is why my Instagram stories and speeches hit
Y'all wanna be treated equel, but not willing to take the equal risk
How deep is this
Investors see y'all like, "She can spit
But she's a four so at maximum she's a six"
Stop focusing on line after line, whose bars is hot
'Cause don't nobody go to the dealership and pay attention to the cars that's not washed
Y'all talented, y'all make punchlines and jaws drop
But the bad bitches with half y'all skill make hard cock
The niggas who cut the cheques won't touch y'all
Do y'all suck? Nah
But this is a business so it's fuck y'all
'Cause nobody outside this small ass culture wanna fuck y'all
Y'all focus on my words and my sentence like hoes and bitches, I call y'all that 'cause negative shit holds y'all attention
It's offensive
Y'all logic is guarded, y'all defensive
Look, I'm giving y'all the game but y'all missed it, 'cause hoes don't listen
Only females they self how they see they self through they eyes
Y'all the hate truth but y'all love Snapchat, 'cause that's a lie
Photoshop, tighten the waist and round them thighs
You could never change lyin' to yo' self, gotta lose that pride
I fuck a bitch, don't tease, bitch
Striptease, bitch
Eat a bowl of these, bitch
And gobble some dick
When they ask me for this card, it's a yes
What y'all expect?
Same cheque, just to eat a lil pussy, oh, that's a lick
Fellas, I'm eatin' y'all somethin', y'all notice it?
When a broad talking gangster shit to you, ignore the bitch
Back and forth with a woman, that's a no, my man
'Cause all that gangster shit go out the window when that pole slide in
Women will try you, 'cause they know we go to jail if we close our hands
Y'all get into it with y'all friends, y'all make it up, why don't y'all try them?
I'm a father, but the other side I'm a no-good man
I don't lie to myself like females, girl, I know who I am
My babymomma want a ring on her finger with nothing less
Before I ring her and still be ringing up hoes, I digress
Can't let my daughter see me causin' her pain or cause her stress
'cause she's a real woman
See, when you a real woman, I show respect, yes
[Round 3: Ms Hustle]
I fuck with you Verb
So when niggas was calling you gay, it started getting to me
'Cause I always looked at you like a pimp, a nigga that would be getting head in the V
But then, I went on ya IG, and you had the two hands around that water bottle
That's some shit I thought I'd never would see
And then it hit me, yup, he pro'lly suck dick better than me
And you said I'm ugly?
I check my DM, that ain't how the story go
So your corny ass ain't say I was thicker than a double stuffed Oreo
I mean, Chaz Duncan, you know I'm nothing like them boring hoes
From the jump, coulda had Duncan with his tongue out like the Jordan pose
You want them hoes that do whatever you say, that is not me
You said bitches can't wear the pants, nigga, watch me
Hoe, have my laundry done
Have my house cleaned
Make my dinner
I don't give a fuck if you vegan, we eating hot wings
And don't be calling my phone asking where I'm at
I'm shootin' dice, bitch, I'll be back when I'm back
Yo Smack, this Kings versus Queens, y'all talking for a long time
Fuck the preview, let the beef brew, in 3D too
So it's Showtime
Man, I ain't come to play with you bitches
Ain't no Showtime, I cancelled my cable subscription
I'm in your face, just watch what you say to my bitches
'Cause I can get a nigga from the Arch the back up like my favorite position
You niggas is tripping, I don't give a fuck who you bought
It can go where you wanna go
I'll send your right hand to God, feel like I'm under oath
And I keep the same energy, for whoever wanna know
Island God? What island? Jamaica?
Good, cause soon as soon as I land (island), I wanted smoke
You want them hoes obedient, I'm a bitch you would hate
I'm a lady and a gangsta, both sides I relate
I throw my kicks on, even put makeup on my face
But I'm like Surf from the faceoff, I take my forty on a date
What more I gotta say?
I'm feminine, but I'm street with it
Same lips I tell you I love you, I tell you eat a dick
You want a bitch to cook a meal and clean a dish
Nigga, I was taught after the mill' (meal) cook, clean my prints
Y'all see this shit?
Metrosexual ass nigga
This what you condone
Hair dye, eyelashes plucked, pro'lly wear a bonnet when you at home
You look like you got on foundation now, nigga, you's a hoe
Between me and you, your 'brows are better like Google chrome
I nearly threw my phone
When I seen Big Bad Verb running from them niggas in the parking lot
I said he's straight fraud
Why you ain't run them niggas they fade, we ain't cut from the same cloth
But y'all believe he let them things off, I hate y'all
This is your captain speaking?
Makes sense, I seen him take off
You way soft
You came in the shit tryin' to be pretty
But you knew we wouldn't believe a nigga [?] squeeze semis
Now you offering niggas fades and he gritty
Shit, you done got rid of the waves and did a whole 360
You shittin' me?
Versus these niggas, you be looking shaky, even the fans'll admit
But with Bonnie, you got crazy, I knew you'd do damage with this
I mean you said you Ike Turner, why you ain't stand on that shit?
You are Ike Turner, for the record, your punches only land on a bitch
Faggot
3-0
Aye yo, Debo
When you put a man versus a woman on stage
That shit not funny
It's hysterical
Valentine's Day was the only day I expected any of your girls to look good
And 30 days later
Look at these hoes, right back to terrible
It's no hope for y'all
Now who the fuck wanna lie to me and tell me in a real club the niggas notice y'all
Being built like toothpicks and bowling balls
And wearing weave that lay down the same way fur lay down on homeless dogs
Do you bitches ever use combs or nah?
Man, don't nobody gon' build no home with y'all
You hoes is for some dome, that's all
And Hustle got it the worst 'cause ain't no man gon' wife no broad who's over-tall, whose shoulders broad, with big feet, 'cause when y'all stroll the mall, y'all won't look like a couple
Y'all gon' look like a couple niggas who pro at ball
I've been knowing you eleven years, bitch, eleven years
And your edges, your edges, they never grow at all
I guess they don't evolve
Fuck it, let's move along
Y'all remember treasure troll, that doll with the little colored 'fro and all
Who face look like-, that's what I see when I see most of y'all
"Give it up for the ladies!"
Pfft, no way, nah
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and you hoes say pause?
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and y'all don't wear bras
Well, besides O'fficial
Wait, let's handle this other issue
Jaz be talking shit, that's when this shit go left
Her jean size is size zero and still be baggy, aw, little boy, fix yo' belt
Shorty, kill yourself
Before you try to get hip with Verb, first you need to try to get some hips yourself
Smack, this your fault, only focus on bros
These girls ain't loyal
40 Bars only ran into URL house 'cause the shelter was closed
Hoes, get out of pocket when you give 'em position, stop it, y'all have a complex
Y'all rap how y'all cock shit, obnoxious
When y'all job is to cook, clean, cock lick and wash shit, and get these niggas off like cockring
When a man bleeds, we don't use bandaids or see doctors
When y'all bleed, man, you bitches need chocolate
You think I'm a chauvinist, well dodge this
Battle rap is for the men, this how we eat, this our plate, and holes always sticking up forks in our shit
Ah shit
I ain't every bitches' type, I can respect that fully
But yours I gotta be
You can't tell Verb "no" when you gave Prep your pussy
Did you lose yo' mind?
You step to the god and get crucified
For you this was the big ass mistake like my rooster line
When I hear your brutal rhymes about rugers flyin' I lose my mind
Random!
Behind the scenes, Hustle baby, you kinda give me a booster vibe
She'll text me out of nowhere, "Hey Verb"
My reply is google eyes, like "booboo hi"
Then her reply, she got some shoes my size
Then my reply is "but I never told you my size"
This about to get bad, bitch
Either you could forfeit now or you're gonna die, you decide
[Round 1: Ms Hustle]
You got daughters, Verb
You know little girls grow up and want men like their father and shit
You gon' be the reason them little bitches accept anything from a nigga
I know it's hard to admit
I mean, they look how you talk to women, and think niggas supposed to talk to them like that
You not bothered by this?
Next time you call out a woman out her name, think of your daughters
'cause even karma's a bitch
You be harboring shit
I know you never got over that babysitter molesting you
No no no, I won't laugh, 'cause what she did was unacceptable
I got family that went through that shit
So make fun of it is what I'll never do, not at all
But like like the Holocaust, we gon' talk about how it affected you (Jew)
She had sex with you, gave head to you, all this sick shit
Only five years old, caressing your little penis, you ain't even know how hard your shit get
And now you treat all females fucked up, 'cause the flaws in that sick bitch
Now he hate all women, 'cause she was massagin' his stick (misogynistic)
All this shit sick
She was supposed to keep you an eye on you, feed you every meal
You never was on time-out, but she took the time out to catch a feel
I mean when the lights went out, her cuddling with you, is that when shit got real?
She was supposed to have the kid napping, but he got held against his will
How it feel to know you fucked up 'cause of a woman?
I bet barely get sleep
And now you expose your daughters to this monster, that's what gets me
I'd rather a nigga don't give 'em time, then a nigga that corrupt they mind
You worst than a deadbeat, so how you gon' check me?
And your morals fucked up, 'cause what you did to Yung Ill was so dirty
He had an addiction, y'all made him look dress up like a fiend
Y'all was supposed to get him clean
I thought that was yo' bro there
You was supposed to be there through his withdrawals, telling him "no worries"
Why you ain't take him to rehab?
Of course a vegan want suggest cold turkey
You so girly, emotional nigga, but you let it slide though
He called you a bad father, who you gave him his combo
Should've been gripping an auto, then send him a hollow
You let that white boy ruin your day?
I figure why though?
How the fuck could a vegan a problem with avocado?
You tried though
All this alpha male shit to prove you a man, that's the problem with ya
Your mother's a dyke, so these feminine traits come from a bitch trying to be your father figure
Where was your father, nigga?
You grew up not knowing which way to go, that shit too wild
You wanted to be a gangster and put the strap on, but remember your moms had a strap-on, that's why you confused now
Y'all see the truth now?
This explains ya lack of respect for women, that and many things
Where was your mother when the babysitter touched ya, why she ain't intervene?
That's why from you, a bitch'll never get a ring
I see you working out, your gym routines, all these big machines
But with all this bench pressing, why is it so hard for you to lift a queen?
This what I mean
All this bravado, acting macho, you want us to believe you squeezin' fours
I remember we was calling you Gay Verb, all them mannerisms couldn't be ignored
And now you tough, tryin' to make us think you don't like niggas, I wouldn't be so sure
Shit, you even went vegan trying to convince us you don't like meat no more
Your beef so off
This little facade has yet to be determined
You cat fishing, 'cause you even a bigger bitch when you seen in person
You got your own skeletons, your own demons beneath the surface
You got your own hidden insecurity like the secret service
See the purpose of me talking to you like this, it's a bigger statement
You like weak minded, 'cause women like me, you get intimidated
And real niggas, they don't honor ya, a real nigga would've pulled you to the side like a officer
You like submissive, 'cause you can't deal with bitches that be bossing up
We see, you only celebrate the weak (week) like Hanukkah
I'm on to ya
Ya not a threat, I won't panic
I dated men like you back when I had low standards
They wasn't even romantic
I took it all, I was stripped of everything like pole dancers
I was kicked, hit, even slapped close-handed
And y'all said his word'll hurt me, I need those answers
I went through physical abuse, so how the fuck the shit from Verb'll (verbal) do the most damage?
No cappin', y'all don't be banging no guns
You said you from a crip block, nigga, ain't no gangs where you from
Stop all this feminine shit, 'fore they think you a punk
Yo, dyke bitch
That's the way you should've been raising your son
Round 1, nigga
[Round 2: Aye Verb]
Baby, whoever did yo makeup
Either they don't fuck with you for real
Or maybe the bitch was barely woke
It look like you sat down in that chair and told her: "Girl, give me the 'I don't care no more', and then mix it with a scary ghost."
I'mma burn this fucking duck, y'all smoking quack
Let's bring that back
Burn this fucking duck, smoking qua-, oh that was wack
But if Rum said, y'all would clap
So therefor I'mma keep it, how about that
Play ball, three minute rounds, they ain't book me for a long time
Fuck the preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too
So it's Showtime
You got two sides on yo brain, use yo Edison side
Your estrogen high, so why you got this effortless pride?
You talk shit to a man then you die
Baldhead'll get shot, then she can beat her chest in the sky
After the shooting, like Steph when it fly
Bitch
Funky dumb cunt witch, built like a lunchbox
Switchblade to the cumbox
Press on it, get straight through, my number unblocked
Silence, when a man talk
Beat a bitch [?]
You keep a dick in your mouth, you limit the problems when you can't talk
Yo, eighty percent of men die first in most relationships
It's pressure, everyday we stress
Y'all want us to chase, break our necks, and pay for shit
Y'all ask us for the world but never ask how our day just went
But as long as we datin' we yo' bae, yo' dick
But on the day we split
It's nigga, fuck you, number blocked, never gave a shit
And if the man is married, the other half take half of his pay and shit
And the whole time, he never gain a fourth of the shit that he gave a bitch
Let's take Jada Pink', the mother of Jaden Smith
She fucked on August and played with him, after Will paraded her as his favorite
His comments had no hate in it, you bitches was okay with it
But only if the shade was flipped, he woulda lost everything, y'all woulda gave him shit
Front page news of the foul mood
Will couldn't even break down and cry, men not allowed to
Thirty her, mindfuck murder her
Y'all the worst of ones
Bitch, even y'all bathroom dirtier
You can't lie to me, I'm goin', boy
You wanted a war, then you want a war
Why every snake in the movie that talks has a women's voice
Can you answer that?
But answer this, handsome, fact
Why do y'all face get more attractive when y'all ass get fat
Y'all are like kids
Anything y'all see, y'all ask for that
And y'all love food more than y'all dudes
When y'all hoes eat a snack, y'all cabbage patch
Y'all are narcissistic
Y'all whole mission to make us believe y'all heart is with us
But when y'all whole intention is to bring more darkness to the god that's in us
When we fuck on y'all, y'all forgive us
But when the next nigga come with a better offer, y'all forget us
That's why it's fuck y'all bitches
[Round 2: Ms Hustle]
What the fuck you be talking about, Verb?
I mean you used to say some of the greatest shit
But lowkey, since you went vegan, you ain't been makin' sense
I mean Verb say shit like: "I'm a savage nigga, I used to tie my shoes the fastest, nigga
My door ain't got no knobs, I play goldfish with the caterpillars"
What the fuck you be talking about, Verb?
Or, or
"They don't talk like us, when I write, my palms light up
Superior to all writers, lyrically got arthritis"
What the fuck you be talking about, Verb?
Nigga, just watch all them words
'cause my niggas'll have you in the hospital, debatin' on whether to pull those chords
Your body'll be in a different state every day, like when you go on tour
I mean I said you was the greatest, I felt you was oh so raw
I mean you got episodes when you penny, but them good times don't show no more
You oh so soft, you don't be posin' a threat
If they a op, then they a op, we ain't gonna forget
Tight grip, anticipate the kick when I'm sparkin' a tech
Is this something I gotta spell out, Verb?
I hold that auto correct
I'm sorta upset
'cause they supposed to bring Hitman for a body, this bad business
And lowkey, since he been on TV, he been mad timid
Yo Hitman, bring ya wife Cinnamon my way, I rag bitches
Jesus, I wash Cinn' (sin) like baptism
And lay Holla down in the back, I'm adlibbing
I rap different
This ain't gonna go how you think
You should've backed down like, you was tryin' to get in the paint
I stomach shot 'em, shit, everything in him break
Doc'll be trying to put Verb together like 'fill in the blanks'
You niggas is saints, my niggas straight demons
Arms out in front of the opps, we playing defense
At Volume, you got drugged, your fans was making up reasons
Now you trying to recover from Roc, that's why me and A meeting (NA meeting)
Gang creepin', H in this bitch
Waiting for him to swerve like
Eagle in his mouth, fuck if he vegan, make him eat a bird
You got the nerve
This shit started with your dyke mother, that's where the hate came from
She was too busy tryin' to be a man, bitch should've tried to raise one
Since day one, you, Ill, Holla, closer than relatives
You remember, Midwest Movement, fuck New York this, fuck New York that, hella negative
But Con put Hitman on Wild N Out, he done got hella big
A New York nigga did more for your brother than you ever did
You never slid, or jumped in a ride and let that thing bust
Faggot, pussy, creampuff
Captain Marketable?
I get whatever whip I see crushed
Put his V in the air like Star Trek, and get that captain beamed up
This Caffeine, huh?
But URL first lady the motto
This my shit, my blueprint for you niggas to follow
You thought I would be out of my comfort zone
I figure why though?
I had to let the nigga from the Lou' see (Lucy) I'm home, like Ricky Ricardo, nigga
2-0, nigga
[Round 3: Aye Verb]
'Cause I keep it real, most of these females gon' label me a piece of shit
And because I'm not barkin' on her, so y'all probably think y'all can eat me
Y'all can't even eat my dick
This is why my Instagram stories and speeches hit
Y'all wanna be treated equel, but not willing to take the equal risk
How deep is this
Investors see y'all like, "She can spit
But she's a four so at maximum she's a six"
Stop focusing on line after line, whose bars is hot
'Cause don't nobody go to the dealership and pay attention to the cars that's not washed
Y'all talented, y'all make punchlines and jaws drop
But the bad bitches with half y'all skill make hard cock
The niggas who cut the cheques won't touch y'all
Do y'all suck? Nah
But this is a business so it's fuck y'all
'Cause nobody outside this small ass culture wanna fuck y'all
Y'all focus on my words and my sentence like hoes and bitches, I call y'all that 'cause negative shit holds y'all attention
It's offensive
Y'all logic is guarded, y'all defensive
Look, I'm giving y'all the game but y'all missed it, 'cause hoes don't listen
Only females they self how they see they self through they eyes
Y'all the hate truth but y'all love Snapchat, 'cause that's a lie
Photoshop, tighten the waist and round them thighs
You could never change lyin' to yo' self, gotta lose that pride
I fuck a bitch, don't tease, bitch
Striptease, bitch
Eat a bowl of these, bitch
And gobble some dick
When they ask me for this card, it's a yes
What y'all expect?
Same cheque, just to eat a lil pussy, oh, that's a lick
Fellas, I'm eatin' y'all somethin', y'all notice it?
When a broad talking gangster shit to you, ignore the bitch
Back and forth with a woman, that's a no, my man
'Cause all that gangster shit go out the window when that pole slide in
Women will try you, 'cause they know we go to jail if we close our hands
Y'all get into it with y'all friends, y'all make it up, why don't y'all try them?
I'm a father, but the other side I'm a no-good man
I don't lie to myself like females, girl, I know who I am
My babymomma want a ring on her finger with nothing less
Before I ring her and still be ringing up hoes, I digress
Can't let my daughter see me causin' her pain or cause her stress
'cause she's a real woman
See, when you a real woman, I show respect, yes
[Round 3: Ms Hustle]
I fuck with you Verb
So when niggas was calling you gay, it started getting to me
'Cause I always looked at you like a pimp, a nigga that would be getting head in the V
But then, I went on ya IG, and you had the two hands around that water bottle
That's some shit I thought I'd never would see
And then it hit me, yup, he pro'lly suck dick better than me
And you said I'm ugly?
I check my DM, that ain't how the story go
So your corny ass ain't say I was thicker than a double stuffed Oreo
I mean, Chaz Duncan, you know I'm nothing like them boring hoes
From the jump, coulda had Duncan with his tongue out like the Jordan pose
You want them hoes that do whatever you say, that is not me
You said bitches can't wear the pants, nigga, watch me
Hoe, have my laundry done
Have my house cleaned
Make my dinner
I don't give a fuck if you vegan, we eating hot wings
And don't be calling my phone asking where I'm at
I'm shootin' dice, bitch, I'll be back when I'm back
Yo Smack, this Kings versus Queens, y'all talking for a long time
Fuck the preview, let the beef brew, in 3D too
So it's Showtime
Man, I ain't come to play with you bitches
Ain't no Showtime, I cancelled my cable subscription
I'm in your face, just watch what you say to my bitches
'Cause I can get a nigga from the Arch the back up like my favorite position
You niggas is tripping, I don't give a fuck who you bought
It can go where you wanna go
I'll send your right hand to God, feel like I'm under oath
And I keep the same energy, for whoever wanna know
Island God? What island? Jamaica?
Good, cause soon as soon as I land (island), I wanted smoke
You want them hoes obedient, I'm a bitch you would hate
I'm a lady and a gangsta, both sides I relate
I throw my kicks on, even put makeup on my face
But I'm like Surf from the faceoff, I take my forty on a date
What more I gotta say?
I'm feminine, but I'm street with it
Same lips I tell you I love you, I tell you eat a dick
You want a bitch to cook a meal and clean a dish
Nigga, I was taught after the mill' (meal) cook, clean my prints
Y'all see this shit?
Metrosexual ass nigga
This what you condone
Hair dye, eyelashes plucked, pro'lly wear a bonnet when you at home
You look like you got on foundation now, nigga, you's a hoe
Between me and you, your 'brows are better like Google chrome
I nearly threw my phone
When I seen Big Bad Verb running from them niggas in the parking lot
I said he's straight fraud
Why you ain't run them niggas they fade, we ain't cut from the same cloth
But y'all believe he let them things off, I hate y'all
This is your captain speaking?
Makes sense, I seen him take off
You way soft
You came in the shit tryin' to be pretty
But you knew we wouldn't believe a nigga [?] squeeze semis
Now you offering niggas fades and he gritty
Shit, you done got rid of the waves and did a whole 360
You shittin' me?
Versus these niggas, you be looking shaky, even the fans'll admit
But with Bonnie, you got crazy, I knew you'd do damage with this
I mean you said you Ike Turner, why you ain't stand on that shit?
You are Ike Turner, for the record, your punches only land on a bitch
Faggot
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