Aye Verb vs. Goodz

[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 Dan 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 fast-break, I'mma take the charge, not make it hot

Ibaka: 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 that pay dot

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 peonic

Listen, NY, it ain't never been 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

Aye Verb

[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!)