Aye Verb vs Danny Myers

[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