Aye Verb vs. Caustic [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Aye Verb]

I’m from the hood so when I thought Shotty Horroh
I thought a nigga with a double barrel, pointing at my chest aiming
White T on my body, shooter ready to stain it
I get to beggin’ for my life, but he ain’t trying to hear what I’m sayin
So I look up into the sky fold my hands and get to prayin’, see yall playin’
That motherfucker a killer? That’s how y’all paint him?
Do yall know the definition of catchin’ a body?
Nah that ain’t him, that shit to me wasn’t dangerous
Some word play, some fuckin’ name flips
Nigga my Shotty Horroh and y’all Shotty Horroh ain’t the same shit
I’m god like I step in y’all city and niggas tremble
Big difference, you dissin’ yo rounds, I disassemble
And this a symbol
I’m a God in this world, look what was brought to him
A nigga who ain’t half as nice, blood sacrifice, you just a offerin’
I’m offerin’ all steam, from 22’s to 40’s nigga they all sting
I murk you and off alll ya offspring, all Spring
Lets starts this shit, boss shit, grip his face put out cigars *pssssst*
Rips his head off like a crawfish
Saw shit, sew it back on with the cross stitch
Y’all nausea? Shotty was gon ride on Verb, guess now he car sick
But fuck that A min a 30 sec rounds, y’all ain’t book me for a long time
So fuck the preview, let’s let the beef brew, in 3D too
Sooooo it’s (SHOWTIME!)
Asshole, I got that Joker pistol, that barrel long as a flagpole
I high speed the cops, lose the tail, that’s a tad pole
Onstage wig on niggas, that’s a drag show
On stage wig on niggas that’s a… Nevermind
You fuckin’ with a nigga that bout it, I’m really on it fam
Trip I be goin’ ham
Outside club wavin’ that can like a homeless man
Them last 6 is from the show but I ain’t get to get rep
But these niggas booked me on this nigga with two weeks prep

[Round 1: Caustic]

So this is my big shot
I finally get to battle a real gangster y’all, what an opportunity
My bad, I’m fuckin fresh out of thank you cards
So what, this supposed to be a motherfucker that’s a big deal
Nah this just the road to success you a bug on the windshield
First things first
You ain’t givin me no shot, this ain’t the movie Rocky
You smack motherfuckas, I hate everythin’ that you embody
I don’t give a fuck
I watched you lose to Ahdi, body some dude from Homi
Now you gonna beat me with the same shit you was gone use for Shotty?
You still hyped up off that hype man shit like Luca Brasi
So since you lost your fuckin’ mind, I’ma remove the body
Treat yo whoopty ass ride like a new Ferrari
Have em crawling out the whip like Wolf of Wall Street
You just a another SMACK dude I get to cross of off my check-list
I’m gettin’ the itch to rob somebody
I might snatch that shit right off your necklace
Give em body shots for talkin’ all reckless
Fuck his stomach up just like Taco Bell breakfast
I said I live by the code, ain’t never needed a jail break
I’ll scalp Verb in front of all y’all, be in “awww” the pale face
Don’t you even play games or I’ll draw like a stalemate
Leave his brains hangin’ out the back like a tailgate
Yo slow it down, speed it up, flip it over, kick it, twist it, bop it
Yo this boy said don’t come out to Cali it’s nothin’ but drama there
Got damn right, not even the doctors give a fuck about you here
You wanna take it to that level, honest dog you not prepared
So when I send em a shell (Michelle) let’s see if Obama care
Yo I’m supposed to believe that he bangin’ and slangin’ the two clips
If shit pop off somebody gotta save you and quick
The only other motherfucka here from St. Louis is B Magic
And after yesterday I think it’s safe to say he ain’t doin’ shit
What you mad Magic?
Don’t be mad at me, Fox the one that made you his bitch
I guess you right about one thing Verb
There really ain’t nothin’ like a St. Louis chick

[Round 2: Aye Verb]

Caustic you ugly ass hell boy, nah flip that you ugly as Hellboy
Nah flip that, your parents goin’ to hell boy
This gots to be said, in the bible it says “god don’t like ugly”
You really need to read that chapter my friend
See you not just ugly, you’re food alterin’ ugly
Example I could be in a nice restaurant
“Mmm” eatin’ a tasty chicken sandwhich
You walk in sit down take off your hat and my chicken start tastin salmon
Fuck battle rap negro
When you battled Cortez look like you had a bald head
Look like you had a tough battle with chemo and it beat you 3-0
Nigga you look infected, you look like them zombies from I Am Legend
I am legend, peasant, you should past presents in my presence
To these nerds you a jack boy, you a coward in my eyes nigga
You the type of bitch that wanna fuck with niggas and hide
I ain’t no side nigga
Arms up, 2:45 I’m on that time nigga
Arms up, two .45’s I’m on that time nigga
Hitler, I want a nigga peeled he get peeled, I know his address
Even if he’s scurred (skirt) he gets kilt, I know it’s a dress
Lush, you payin’ me to kill a sheep, Lush, I’m startin’ to feel guilt
I copped a gleamin’ sword from Singapore
Hit his block, have it lookin’ like the first fight scene from Thor
I bring the war, slice his front and back up doctors ain’t never seen before
Cuz they can open a nigga up from either side like a swingin’ door
Aye Verb vs Caustic, see what the fuss is about?
You say my name, they send that check, I come put blood in they mouth

[Round 2: Caustic]

Yo motherfucker said it look like I got some Chemo
Don’t trip cuz every Friday I taste test a brick like I’m Debo
Yo I’m not trippin’ but since I got Aye in the flesh
We might as well fuckin’ address the way that you dress
Take a look at this motherfucka though, that’s not a good look black
Yo mothafuckin’ shirt look like it’s made out of Shotgun Suge back
Yo you think I don’t know shit, I used to be a fan of Verb
I was like man the boss cold
Then I saw that Swave battle
And all I could think was “man this dude was wearing all gold”
I mean how the fuck you show up wearin’ a C3PO suit?
I don’t even got a watch the fuckin’ battle at that point dog he 3-0’d you
I mean who gives a fuck if he beat some fuckin has-been rapper
Then y’all put this fuckin pussy on a pedestal, call him Chaz the rapper
This faggot even did an interview on camera after
And no one asked you why you came dressed as a Magnum rapper
This mothafucka showed up just like Golddust in that cheap ass jacket
This mothafucka look like one of those chocolate coins
My son gets in his Easter basket
You brought up some race shit in your last round
You don’t wanna do that you fuckin’ fake ass Donkey Kong
I’ll get your girl pregnant and name the baby eggplant parmesan
That’s some racist shit you know what I’m sayin’
I said I’ll bet Verb would get mad if I brought up his wife
Oh shit that reminds me
Can you make sure she’s at the after party tonight?
I mean this dude trippin’ like I can’t bag his broad cuz I’m white
Until I put a cracker in her mouth like I’m the body of Christ
Oh my bad that’s ya girl, I think I know that neck
Honestly Verb
I don’t know what the fuck goes through your little coked out head
I knock hoes down, break O’s down dog, I hold down sets
So you a pronoun? Tell verb I gotta pronoun to get em pronounced dead
So you really expect me to believe this mothafucka
Live the raps he’s written?
I dont think he wanna jeopardize his freedom ain’t no Instagram in prison
He think I’m white trash like meth labs and burnt up kitchens
He’s in the club yellin’ “Turn Up”
And some dude turns up and he fuckin’ turns up missin’
I mean the way that you move your mouth
It’s like you don’t even like women
Why do you lick your lips so much dog?
Oh they probably chapped from all the dry snitchin’

[Round 3: Aye Verb]

California thank y’all for havin’ me, this whole nights been a blur
Me and Caustic had two weeks to get ready
And we still showed up and prepared, let’s make some noise
Don’t take this ass kickin’ personal lil buddy
I’m just doin’ what they expect me to
Besides, if I took this battle with you in twelve days
You know what that says? I have no respect for you
See nigga this just business, you don’t get it
You ain’t here cuz yo spittin’ you only here cause Shotty isn’t
They put all y’all niggas names in a hat and politely picked it
And when you called back…

[Round 3: Caustic]

Okay, I kinda wasn’t prepared to spit first
But I’m not gonna stand up here and talk about lettin’ the lead burst
I mean honestly I’m drunk too dog, my head hurts
I mean this whole events fucked up, Method Man think I’m Fred Durst
Damn you gotta choke? Don’t even make that sound
This my fuckin’ third shit I gotta fuckin’ break you down
Yo you’re from the Lou, you an OG right? That’s your favorite town
Then why you let one fuckin’ dude in the club fuckin’ chase you down
Oh thats not true?
Then I’ll write a fuckin’ check, for the blank amount
And deposit that motherfucker to your Chase account
Hand up on god that wasn’t you gettin’ chased? No?
Did you not see the part when the video slowed down
And zoomed in on your face?
I mean he a OG from the Lou right?
He could’ve clapped every dude in the place
This motherfucker went outside, squared up tied his shoes
Then challenged dude to a race
Yo so you gon whoop my ass too now right? Dog get off of my dick
You ain’t no real fuckin’ G, you a possum ass bitch
That’s why you got chased outside for talkin’ that shit
I didn’t know Verb wanted to fight or get sponsored by Sprint
And now in battles, in his third rounds he’s some kinda psychologist
I mean that’s cool and shit but it is awkward as shit
I mean you did five minutes about Hitman’s dad, that’s pretty weird
I would do five minutes about your dad
But ain’t nobody seen his ass in 20 years
Oh this shit just got incredibly real
Luckily for me I don’t fuckin’ care how you feel
I got goons that will get in your grill like a dentistry drill
But your bitch ass would probably sue Organik for the medical bills
I mean y’all mad at me? Shit I just kept it trill in my 97 Seville
I’ll stretch his ass out from Echo Park out to Beverly Hills
Yo if he gettin hype Verb you better tell em to chill
Before he catch a round to the face like he fell asleep at the wheel
Where yo parents at bitch? Are they watchin’ this shit right now?
Cuz if they are they embarrassed as shit
Yo I’m just tryin’ to help you out
I mean you got a girl n shit you don’t even have to take selfies now
I mean when yo dad left did he even wave goodbye?
Shit bitch I let that K surprise, one shot to his temple
Kiss those fuckin’ waves goodbye!

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