[Round 1: BONNIE GODIVA]
You see all this shit right here? You’re welcome
Consider this a early Christmas present
‘cause it’s a gift you even (w)rapping in my presence(presents)
You been caption every second, got to at me every mention
Just been asking for attention
You worried if I’ma bail, B? Well this a jail fee, I’m ‘bout to tax you every sentence
Now that I’m getting paid here(hair), bitch, I weaved that battle
And I don’t need this battle to get you Smacked with an extension
I should’ve docked her pay, but they told me be patient with MyVerse
Well I don’t got a ghostwriter. The fuck I look like waiting on my verse?
They say you diverse. That’s no Biggie. You Ready to Die, Verse?
‘Cause my verse, even Eminem couldn’t Stan(d). That’s suicide, Verse
How my verse’ll leave you exposed after it Boom
You would think I gave Tsu a side verse
Your shit is filler. What’s in my hand Quentin Miller; don’t make me write, Verse
Wait, out of all the rappers you know, though, top five dead or alive
You picked Jadakiss? Well that’s a Why, Verse
But thinking you out of this world?
Mama stop it, after I give Jo(h)nny Rockets, it’s you and, Verse
Slip up, ‘cause when I put a thot in a box, it ain’t a suggestion
Where does this forty go? Rhetorical. The answer request chins
I let a couple get at ‘em then even they rib buckle
One word and the pop gon ground you; this kid trouble
But if the money official, my ratchet wig on stage: Ms. Hustle
Six ring back to back for the green; I’m Bill Russell
I know y’all like, “Leave homes alone.” Like I encountered Fit
To encounter a counterfeit. Man, you niggas got me furious
You could bet the bank on it that every stock’s in Bon(d)
So why would I take a D verse if I took the money serious?
Y’all know I only Kill for the Bills
So if you be a trick’s kid, oh, I steal daughters
You wouldn’t have to punch your way out this box
I kill smarter
A pie may show you I’m nothing but a snake; come dance with a real mamba
My pimp hand’s sharp; I will scar her
I cut bitches for talking out the side of their face: Bill’s father
I ain’t gotta imagine this shit, bitch. You got to imagine a line
I be rushing to get out of bars
You be rushing to get your bars out;
Y’all see how different we be battling time?
Your man’s cap could fly in the crowd over half of a line
Don’t get your own slapped
That won’t have your character Shine
Just be the hippie Orlando bitch that you are
Don’t rap about shit that you not ‘bout
‘Cause if you don’t think I’ma bully you
I’m too big for a mid to school, play tough and get knocked out
When the nine approaching, it’s get ate up or clocked out
‘Cause the tool spray like it’s school grades or her boobs may:
A cup ‘ll(couple) drop out
I already told you I’m on some other shit
I could’ve raised you, bitch
Groundbreaker to housekeeper the way I made you, bitch
If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be battling free, so thank me, bitch
Nah, don’t even thank me. Fuck you. Pay me, bitch
[Round 1: MYVERSE]
What up bitch? You trash, but I’m glad to see you made it
Even though you almost a year late
I told Mister Wansel this battle won’t Pop unless the deal straight
She rob and leech, trying to get her bills paid
So since you dine and dash, let your head get the steel plate
You ain’t a shark in this; I’m trying to kill greats
And I’d rather drop science instead of math in this chapter
But the mass have a factor, in this fact of matter
You’re more known for giving that face than Jaz the Rapper
I’m Queen of the Ring. Holly or Ali
Someone tell Bonnie I’m rawly
Catch her all happy and jolly, blasted on mollies
Sneak her(sneaker) then check her like a pair of Huaraches
She rides shotty with her mommy beside her
I’ll cock, squeeze, make her knock knees and body the driver
Leave Bonnie Godiva’s body to divers
Your situation looking Rocky through the Eye of the Tiger
I’m a big dog. Rottweiler with a collie beside her
She a average joe: sloppy, slide her
Ask snobby, I’ll smack the saliva
Weave bobby pins out your tracks just to show how I style her
This battle was only a solid, ‘cause this what the fans favor
It may be on your agenda, but you can’t date her
‘cause if the wood fill her
You saw dust(sawdust), those walls crushed like sandpaper
You tatted a slanted dick between your banana tits
That’s just tacky, B
She steady juggling sacks with seeds
And I ain’t talking bags of weed
When she walks, y’all don’t hear galloping? Kentucky Derby running laps, looping?
Just ‘cause you wear horse hair won’t make you a Black Beauty
Those synthetics have overran their courses
She yelled to Math, “I’m ‘bout to pull my hair out.” He said, “hold your horses.”
But even without a guy’s help
With all that weave, you’ll still always be Bonnie and Clydesdale
Won’t let her roots grow
But in Bon’s eye that treatment is the norm
I could strand my killings on your hair
But that’s beating a dead horse
‘Cause if it wasn’t for me, bitch
You’d still be battling for free on Smack
You have a stage today ‘cause I let you speak when I asked
You thought your stomp would leave me starving?
I’m still eating, in fact
You keep giving us leftover bars
Well that’s gon lead me to scrap
No poetry for a reason to snap
This work from my hand ‘ll give you a permanent band
Since you want to twerk for the cam
My bloodline bred martyrs
Taught ownership, not to work for the man
So I became Panama’s legendary puncher: Roberto Duran
Your family’s Jamaican, right?
So that immigration line for Ms. Fit was a mis-fit
Check your angle then
‘Cause if we roger that, her American Dad left no name for him
Plus your tranny uncle is the gender-confused alien
Back in Jamaica, they call a fag “anti man”
So that batty boy became your auntie, man
In this game, if it’s any console, we’ll just name it “Aunt-le”
‘cause we know that’s a chick with a dick
Even if you “Look at the Flick of the Wrist.”
But I got this new dance, it’s called hitting this bitch
This is the stage that only matters. Why face?
Titles, I snatch, fast as Pai Mei
You couldn’t try Florida if you had the Tri-State
I’m putting Godiva in a box; that’s Valentine’s Day
