[Round 1: Aye Verb]
Aye yo, Debo
When you put a man versus a woman on stage
That shit not funny
It's hysterical
Valentine's Day was the only day I expected any of your girls to look good
And 30 days later
Look at these hoes, right back to terrible
It's no hope for y'all
Now who the fuck wanna lie to me and tell me in a real club the niggas notice y'all
Being built like toothpicks and bowling balls
And wearing weave that lay down the same way fur lay down on homeless dogs
Do you bitches ever use combs or nah?
Man, don't nobody gon' build no home with y'all
You hoes is for some dome, that's all
And Hustle got it the worst 'cause ain't no man gon' wife no broad who's over-tall, whose shoulders broad, with big feet, 'cause when y'all stroll the mall, y'all won't look like a couple
Y'all gon' look like a couple niggas who pro at ball
I've been knowing you eleven years, bitch, eleven years
And your edges, your edges, they never grow at all
I guess they don't evolve
Fuck it, let's move along
Y'all remember treasure troll, that doll with the little colored 'fro and all
Who face look like-, that's what I see when I see most of y'all
"Give it up for the ladies!"
Pfft, no way, nah
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and you hoes say pause?
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and y'all don't wear bras
Well, besides O'fficial
Wait, let's handle this other issue
Jaz be talking shit, that's when this shit go left
Her jean size is size zero and still be baggy, aw, little boy, fix yo' belt
Shorty, kill yourself
Before you try to get hip with Verb, first you need to try to get some hips yourself
Smack, this your fault, only focus on bros
These girls ain't loyal
40 Barrs only ran into URL house 'cause the shelter was closed
Hoes, get out of pocket when you give 'em position, stop it, y'all have a complex
Y'all rap how y'all cock shit, obnoxious
When y'all job is to cook, clean, cock lick and wash shit, and get these niggas off like cockring
When a man bleeds, we don't use bandaids or see doctors
When y'all bleed, man, you bitches need chocolate
You think I'm a chauvinist, well dodge this
Battle rap is for the men, this how we eat, this our plate, and holes always sticking up forks in our shit
Ah shit
I ain't every bitches' type, I can respect that fully
But yours I gotta be
You can't tell Verb "no" when you gave Prep your pussy
Did you lose yo' mind?
You step to the god and get crucified
For you this was the big ass mistake like my rooster line
When I hear your brutal rhymes about rugers flyin' I lose my mind
Random!
Behind the scenes, Hustle baby, you kinda give me a booster vibe
She'll text me out of nowhere, "Hey Verb"
My reply is google eyes, like "booboo hi"
Then her reply, she got some shoes my size
Then my reply is "but I never told you my size"
This about to get bad, bitch
Either you could forfeit now or you're gonna die, you decide
Aye yo, Debo
When you put a man versus a woman on stage
That shit not funny
It's hysterical
Valentine's Day was the only day I expected any of your girls to look good
And 30 days later
Look at these hoes, right back to terrible
It's no hope for y'all
Now who the fuck wanna lie to me and tell me in a real club the niggas notice y'all
Being built like toothpicks and bowling balls
And wearing weave that lay down the same way fur lay down on homeless dogs
Do you bitches ever use combs or nah?
Man, don't nobody gon' build no home with y'all
You hoes is for some dome, that's all
And Hustle got it the worst 'cause ain't no man gon' wife no broad who's over-tall, whose shoulders broad, with big feet, 'cause when y'all stroll the mall, y'all won't look like a couple
Y'all gon' look like a couple niggas who pro at ball
I've been knowing you eleven years, bitch, eleven years
And your edges, your edges, they never grow at all
I guess they don't evolve
Fuck it, let's move along
Y'all remember treasure troll, that doll with the little colored 'fro and all
Who face look like-, that's what I see when I see most of y'all
"Give it up for the ladies!"
Pfft, no way, nah
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and you hoes say pause?
How the fuck is y'all some ladies and y'all don't wear bras
Well, besides O'fficial
Wait, let's handle this other issue
Jaz be talking shit, that's when this shit go left
Her jean size is size zero and still be baggy, aw, little boy, fix yo' belt
Shorty, kill yourself
Before you try to get hip with Verb, first you need to try to get some hips yourself
Smack, this your fault, only focus on bros
These girls ain't loyal
40 Barrs only ran into URL house 'cause the shelter was closed
Hoes, get out of pocket when you give 'em position, stop it, y'all have a complex
Y'all rap how y'all cock shit, obnoxious
When y'all job is to cook, clean, cock lick and wash shit, and get these niggas off like cockring
When a man bleeds, we don't use bandaids or see doctors
When y'all bleed, man, you bitches need chocolate
You think I'm a chauvinist, well dodge this
Battle rap is for the men, this how we eat, this our plate, and holes always sticking up forks in our shit
Ah shit
I ain't every bitches' type, I can respect that fully
But yours I gotta be
You can't tell Verb "no" when you gave Prep your pussy
Did you lose yo' mind?
You step to the god and get crucified
For you this was the big ass mistake like my rooster line
When I hear your brutal rhymes about rugers flyin' I lose my mind
Random!
Behind the scenes, Hustle baby, you kinda give me a booster vibe
She'll text me out of nowhere, "Hey Verb"
My reply is google eyes, like "booboo hi"
Then her reply, she got some shoes my size
Then my reply is "but I never told you my size"
This about to get bad, bitch
Either you could forfeit now or you're gonna die, you decide
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