[Round 1: DANNY MYERS]
Yo fans view you as a king … I say to y’all, y’all stop it
Cuz what y’all view as a battle he only sees as all profit
So I come to you today, exposing a false prophet
Versus a Messiah returning to the people, and lost knowledge
You all gossip, don’t be fooled by this man's lure
My mind can’t be swayed by delusions of grandeur
The damn 4 pistol whip you, dig my kidney shot the meanest
Then hit you wit more bullets
Than the amount of kids we got between us
You get yo hair permed, manicures
You shouldn’t have made me start with it
St. Louis is all in yo blood, even your wrist got a arch in it
Since the mid 80s
I knew crack dealers that sported slick stacys
They threw it in the pot, and whip crazy
Til it got a yellow coat like Dick Tracy
I’m sick lately, I thought about it after an hour of travel
Verb, we bout to have a long talk like the Tower of Babel
Let's get biblical, you nasty and ya hoes disgusted
That burning bush you talk to
Ain’t the same one Moses trusted
This the bar god, but you’d rather diss the bar god
These bars got em, make you lose religion and disregard God
Y’all let this heretic be loose with the tongue
Y’all don’t even guard god
I should tuck my pistol and back hand the shit outta you
In front of your guard god
I’m appalled at the thought that this bitch would play me
Ironic your name is “Chaz” cuz you gon hear that “Ch” in AZ
Crazy, these the coldest bars you gon get this winter
They doubted if I could eat
In front of his presence like Christmas dinner
That’s a fine girl you bring to your battles
That little cool gal tender
I was thinking about snatching her from this dude I’ll injure
I like your taste, that bitch is fine, but for that cream
Fuck your bars, if I catch her in the Lou I’ll send her
Remember, you don’t wanna test me punk
His bars not having kicks is what go SB dunked
You get slumped and you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit. Yikes!
[Round 1: AYE VERB]
When I first heard you rap I was like
“Daaayum that nigga’s cold!”
Then I found out you was 36
And I was like “daaayum that nigga’s old!”
But never the less you got the glow, and yo it’s so interesting
Ya rounds, how you assemble em
That penmanship, that relentlessness, is so remembering
But the difference is my level of play you get injured in
You got pads on playing with 3rd strings, you scrimmaging
You ain’t proven, you ain’t done nothing, nigga, you innocent
I got paid to come to yo level, I’m just visiting
In front of Verb you don’t belong here, you an immigrant
You can’t be my arch nemesis you got status of apprentices
You got bars, but I got bars… life sentences
You can’t see me, I all around black, nigga that’s limo tint
Daylyt, John John, I swear I wasn’t gon kill again
Please forgive me your father, your son is about to sin again
It’s simpleton
We can’t go back and forth over the net
Nigga, that’s Wimbleton
I make those thoughts wander in your head
Like you remembering
I remember when, first time I shot at a nigga, I was trembling
Biting down all on my teeth, face grimacing
Pretty boy is what y’all see, it’s what my image is
Well let me give you the real me, a couple images
I was on foot with tan, a little tree on the side
That’s Timberland
And I learn how to treat that girl, I’m a gentleman
Tell yo bitch to open up wide, the dentist in
I’m in her face but I’m mostly her ass just like a dimple in
You from South Central LA? I don’t care where you live
Your white T I red that; I’m not illiterate
Bar God! Got me trippin on y’all soil
Heat rise than I wet that ride, come get your car boiled
Contract, put it in stone a beast come out; I’m a Gargoyle
Under the shell this nigga yellow inside, this nigga hard boiled
Aye Verb versus Danny Myers see what the fuss is about?
You say my name, they send that bread
I come put blood in they mouth
[Round 2: DANNY MYERS]
Don’t make a fucking sound
I light that M-16 covey covered ground
So the next time you “ride up” on a nigga
It’s gon be on a hover round
You old power up ass nigga, now face this predator action
Yo bars in Showtime mode is my regular rappin'
Verb, this that West shit, don’t ever disrespect it
You give 'em Showtime, I give 'em Netflix
If a nigga call you a bitch, you call him a bitch back!
I’ll slap you like a bitch and yo bitch could get bitch slapped
We with that, drama shit, metal firing, fellow dying
I always got a leg up on these cats like Yellow Lion
That’s Voltron, hold time I be stomping him with the piece out
.40 under his chin, put his roof in the sky, that’s a tree house
I peep out all the places he be at
Then I start firing cuz I wet niggas
When I want to like HAARP scientists
Talking bout he keep thousands in his pocket
Watch them guns come wildin'
A pair of ‘matics pump on his chest if I see one 1,000
Guns pointed at 2 of his kids, he can let em die or he can pay
It’s like the results of a battle
Bullets going going to one either way
Bury this nigga 6 feet deep then let the shovel hit you
I’ll lay Aye Verb flat, let me level with you
Yo iffy team’s a joke, I’m ending this dude
Strong left, but if he seen both his chin will get bruised
Let me catch you flossin chains
You’ll be draggin off them ropes
Like Ricky Steamboats finishing move
I don’t negotiate with busters, I just grip steel and clap
Til this pussy here gone; that’s a Brazilian wax
I caught Verb in traffic
He was in a trans am with some damn haters
I ain’t know what the fuck they was talking bout
That’s why I hit his trans later
No man greater, my team snatch 'em
They stick 'em in the forest
Or I may just fif him with a Taurus
Feel me? Cuz if you was born on May 5th then you a Taurus
This is bars and these top tier niggas can’t ignore it
And even though he already on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole other round of this shit
[Round 2: AYE VERB]
Every time I give one of you niggas a shot
I always hear this lame shit
“Verb ain’t never seen nothing like-”
Shut up suck I seen it all and all you niggas do the same shit
Y’all get in front me, rap y’all fucking heart out
But not hard enough to change shit
Cuz it ain’t about bars, you meaty head motherfucker
It’s how you say shit
2 minute rounds they ain’t book me for a long time
Fuck a preview, let’s let that beef brew, in 3D too
Soooo It’s (SHOWTIME!)
Okay let’s get into that Verb shit, that wordsmith
This gift that I was cursed with, that flip a bird shit
Ride up, reverse it, shirts get rang out; that’s a purchase
Do a nigga greasy for that chicken; that’s churches
Shouts’ to where Durk lives, Chiraq nigga
I ride up, empty out that clip
Have 'em sitting up in the seat like the Imax nigga
This ain’t Danny vs Verb
This Verb vs my last verse, no comparison
The shit I do on this stage is ungodly, you can’t compare a sin
Shotgun, buck shots
You and ya brother both share blood, that’s the same pop
You and ya brother share blood, same Pop
This where the game stops
Time to put you nerds in line; Gamestop
30 seconds left I’m proving y’all that I’m ice cold
Soooo it’s (SHOWTIME!)
But I’m done talking to Mr. Myers
These bars for his wife though
Hey Mrs. Myers, you ain’t a bad bitch, you look bad, bitch
Swagless, dirty, bathless
You could keep the pussy, let him have it
I take that ass bitch, for a week and a half, til her ass rips
She’ll shit acid and piss ashes
Aye Verb versus Danny Myers see what the fuss is about?
You say my name, they send that check
I come put blood in they mouth
