B. Dot vs. Ave URLtv (Ft. Ave (Battle Rapper) & B. Dot The God)

[Round 1: B Dot]
Till death do us part, Ave
This is something we can't make wait
You see, it's just like you with these toy guns
We got a fake Drake
(No disrespect, my brother.)
It's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face with this—what, nigga?
If you see a bitch, you slap a bitch when you see one, nigga
I ain't never been a bitch and today ain't finna be the day I'ma be one, nigga
Fuck these punchline niggas
Every line: gun, squeeze triggers
Ayy, Smack! What's happenin'?
Ain't you tireda the same show?
All this poppin' with the straps from these re-run niggas?
Wе know what he sung, nigga
"Oh, that Top Tier diss? I had the bеst verse on that rap song!
Oh, I can't get no matches, Smack. I just keep gettin' passed on."
We hear ya, Ave! We feel ya, nigga; that's wrong
You deserve a huge battle! Somethin' that sounded big!
Now, you in here wit' a gorilla, gettin' blacked on!
Won't last long
You claim you mastered the game but can't level up
You afraid to act ya age 'cause when you rap on stage, the content would have to be better, huh?
So instead, it's just the young shit: you sellin' bricks, the Beretta bust
"But Dot, Dot, Dot!" Et cetera, et cetera
You ain't no live nigga! You dead to us!
You no competitor!
Old-ass nigga actin' young for the bitches
Yeah, well, a shark is the oldest predator!
I'm better, bruh
Why envy me?
We both old in this game but it ain't the same
You need the crutches; I'm on my own two feet
You joined EFB? Yeah, to make the news
Now, you gettin' coverage from NBC
And what we gon' see?
Every event, you gon' follow the Crips?
Well, that's type strange
He gon' be in every scene, chasin' the Nuts
Makes sense since you around I.C.E. age
Quite lame!
You was talkin' to Wolf like he was too old for the pill-poppin'
The pipe raise
That was fresh, man, but when he was in the tenth
You was right behind him in the ninth grade!
Dawg buggin'
Y'all love him
Birthed in this game old; now, he all youngin?
On nothin'
Don't mind me if I benj a man up
I'm just pushin' y'all button
Dawg frontin'
Bitch-ass niggas on Live wit' caps
My name in they mouth but not in they raps 'cause they bitch-made
I'll beat you niggas up—quick fade!
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Blood, I'll sock you dead in yo' ribcage!
Where that bitch Tay? (Ayy, [?] homie [?]!)
After you get yo' shit caved!
Pacoima, nigga! With the Pirus, I been raised
Wanted to hit the streets at a kid's age
They tellin' me, "Chill, young Blood! Shit, you only in the sixth grade!"
Smack, I couldn't wait to leave my small room, hit the streets, and perform on a big stage
Shit's changed
We grew up squabblin'
Watchin' big homies throw bullets out the old Eagle like Donovan
Till a nigga my age snitched on the same homies we was mobbin' wit'
He got on that stage and told on all of 'em
Waitin' on a verdict was the only time I was afraid of a large audience
What you hollerin'?
New era? Nigga, you way too old; don't waste yo' soul
You prolly thought Hov's 4:44 was about fo' .44s but no, no, no
See, when you hit a certain age, you gotta show the growth
You wanna be TBE? You can't keep punchin', nigga!
You gotta show da role! I know, I know!
It's just battle rap—right?—so it's just for fun
But you claim you put in work so we gotta ask what shit you done
"Oh, my name Ave so I'ma hit the Ave again and lift a gun."
Fake smoke! You never hit it once!
In spite-a that, you wouldn't double back on nothin' but a sticka gum
Okay, that double meant it's a webba lies if he spun!
What shit you done
Besides let go-a ya morals and get in battle rap to grip a gun?
If you really did shit in the past, you would be tryna change the future
In the present—that's how you gift to young!
Instead, you sung songs to the youth 'bout how to ship a ton
Just to have kids to hang witchu, speakin' they language
It's snake shit how you split ya tongue
What shit you done? We gots to ask him
What? Lane-changin'? Road-ragin' like that shit is fun?
Yeah, you gettin' drunk
But all that drive gon' fuck around and hit me and it's a hit-and-run
What shit you done? We gots to ask him
All this yellin' 'bout the TECs; lotsa cappin'
Where's the talk about buyin' gold as currency and not for fashion?
"Well, Dot, you flip-flopped.
It's either Piru shit or it's prophet-rappin'."
No, this is a marathon; this race is about profit-stackin'
We learnt crypto from a Crip, though
Nipsey taught without that victory, we not gon' lap them
Where's ya grown man talk? Huh? It's just not gon' happen?
All these bars about you raisin' a handle
What about stocks that's crashin'?
See, here's where we draw the line
You over 40 actin' under 30—improper fraction!
Stop the actin'!
I mean, you came out the Cave and started feedin' ya hunger
It's like that Netflix show Midnight Mass
Whatever you drinkin', Blood, got you thinkin' you younger
And what spell are y'all under?
"I don't know, B Dot. Ave come with the punches."
Yeah, but they all fake
Fat Blood ain't gon' raise nothin' but his heart rate
Where y'all got this mark ranked?
If it's over me, I'll give him the business...
And then we'll see the Shark tank!
Dawg fake!
If I get to the point, you'll meet a shark fate
Get stabbed wit' a knife I got offa [?]
My redemption: [?] shank
This the God, Nate!
"Oh, my name Ave so I gotta rap about the ave to make it match too."
Bitch nigga, we ain't ask you!
It ain't the fact that you rap like you half ya age because you have to
It's that you happy to do that garbage
It's even more trash when the nigga glad to!
That's why I'm at you!