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!)