King of the Dot, Danny Myers, Aye Verb - Aye Verb vs. Danny Myers lyrics

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 (Kareem)
Fuck your bars (Jabbar)
If I catch her in the Lou I’ll send her
(Alcindor)
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!

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 resembling
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 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 the, 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
Read 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

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
Whole 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
(paramedics) 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 to two one either way
Bury this nigga 6 feet deep then
Let the shovel hit you
I’ll lay Aye Verb out 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
(hair) 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

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 sucka 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 the 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
There's 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

St louis just had a riot
But instead of firing steel at PD
This nigga was looting at the mall
Trying to steal a TV
That's the difference between us
He ain't as real as y'all think
During the Rodney King riot
I was plotting on how to deal with the tanks
We ride for ours
Burn the city down for that injustice
Tonight one of our careers gotta end
Just his this sickness in my mind
The insanity intruding
I'll chop your parents up and put em
Back together that's a family reunion
We tote iron, 45, 9, both firing
Shooting this St louis nigga
Look like I'm ShowTiming
If he talking shit at 11
It's no chances taken
My gun will be out the house
By 12 like it's emancipated
Pistol in my hand, he got his back turned
He shouldn't of played us
I whip this gat from the back to the front
This a wave brush
I was gon rob you at this battle
But, I'm trying to break away
From my old habit's but, I told my niggas if
He wears anything gold, jack it
(jacket) We run in his house
Break his ribs and his skull crackin
Then leave his baby wet all day
I'm so ratchet i'm a professional killer
I'm breaking in his house he
Better fear the skill
I bumped into a lock in my face
I know how to clear a seal (Clearisil)
Caught his bitch havin dinner
I'm on that gentleman shit
A few bucks and her cents on the table
That's a generous tip You wanna fight nigga?
I'll bring you the death you need
Cuz real shit
Street niggas never felt you king
Didn't Mark McGuire play for y'all?
That should let you know St louis need
Extra shit to help you swing i'm mean
At the same time ain't nobody nice as Myers
Yo bitch be heading everybody
Like ISIS fighters nigga I'm a lyricist
I ring with both of these bitches
I'm a bigamist, I'm serious
I'm even melting the DJ when I drop St louis
On a Philadelphia Freeway
No leeway and you on the
Ground with this shit
Thank the lord he ain't got
Another round of this shit yikes!

In my 3rd rounds I like to talk to
These niggas cause I got the voice to
I could just punchline all day
But I got the choice to
On some real shit I keep
It real on this stage, of course true
And real shit, when I sit down
This the nigga I'ma pass the torch to
Make some noise everybody for Danny Myers
This like the move Karate Kid
Top tiers givin em a hard time
So he come to Mr miyagi to
Be the greatest of all time
So I show em how to wax on, wax off
That's blogging
Talking shit with them sharp rhymes
He think I ain't fuck with em nigga please
I was just training you the whole time
I got you focused on performance
With that same quick speed
You cocky now? A nigga gon
Try to Krang kick me? Nigga please
If he Cripping I'm in his
Hood throwing up Blood i have the Parvo
He come deep I'ma smoke that beef
I am the charcoal you too plain
Plane at the bottom, you are the cargo
You too excited you gotta take cap calm
(Capcom) Marvel
You a Simp-son I heard your mother blew blue
Head so you have the Bart role
She had trains ran all thru California
Like how the BART roll
In this ring I put hands on
Niggas til they Color Purple
You can't beat me Harpo
Aye Verb versus Danny Myers see
What the fuss is about?
Arizona y'all show some love this what
The fuck we talking about