Bonnie Godiva - Bonnie Godiva vs MyVerse lyrics

[Round 1: BONNIE GODIVA] You see all this sh** right here? You're welcome Consider this a early Christmas present ‘cause it's a gift you even (w)rapping in my presence(presents) You been caption every second, got to at me every mention Just been asking for attention You worried if I'ma bail, B? Well this a jail fee, I'm ‘bout to tax you every sentence Now that I'm getting paid here(hair), b**h, I weaved that battle And I don't need this battle to get you Smacked with an extension I should've docked her pay, but they told me be patient with MyVerse Well I don't got a ghostwriter. The f** I look like waiting on my verse? They say you diverse. That's no Biggie. You Ready to Die, Verse? ‘Cause my verse, even Eminem couldn't Stan(d). That's suicide, Verse How my verse'll leave you exposed after it Boom You would think I gave Tsu a side verse Your sh** is filler. What's in my hand Quentin Miller; don't make me write, Verse Wait, out of all the rappers you know, though, top five dead or alive You picked J to kiss (Jadakiss)? Well that's a Why, Verse But thinking you out of this world? Mama stop it, after I give Jo(h)nny Rockets, it's you and I, Verse Slip up, ‘cause when I put a thot in a box, it ain't a suggestion Where does this forty go? Rhetorical. The answer request chins I let a couple get at ‘em then even they rib buckle One word and the pop gon ground you; this kid trouble But if the money official, my ratchet wig on stage: Ms. Hustle Six ring back to back for the green; I'm Bill Russell I know y'all like, “Leave homes alone.” Like I encountered Fit To encounter a counterfeit. Man, you n***as got me furious You could bet the bank on it that every stock's in Bon(d) So why would I take a D verse if I took the money serious? Y'all know I only k** for the Bills So if you be a trick's kid, oh, I steal daughters You wouldn't have to punch your way out this box I k** smarter A pie may show you I'm nothing but a snake; come dance with a real mamba My pimp hand's sharp; I will scar her I cut b**hes for talking out the side of their face: Bill's father I ain't gotta imagine this sh**, b**h. You got to imagine a line I be rushing to get out of bars You be rushing to get your bars out; Y'all see how different we be battling time? Your man's cap could fly in the crowd over half of a line Don't get your own slapped That won't have your character Shine Just be the hippie Orlando b**h that you are Don't rap about sh** that you not ‘bout ‘Cause if you don't think I'ma bully you I'm too big for a mid to school, play tough and get knocked out When the nine approaching, it's get ate up or clocked out ‘Cause the tool spray like it's school grades or her b**bs may: A cup ‘ll(couple) drop out I already told you I'm on some other sh** I could've raised you, b**h Groundbreaker to housekeeper the way I made you, b**h If it wasn't for me, you'd still be battling free, so thank me, b**h Nah, don't even thank me. f** you. Pay me, b**h [Round 1: MYVERSE] What up b**h? You trash, but I'm glad to see you made it Even though you almost a year late I told Mister Wansel this battle won't Pop unless the deal straight She rob and leech, trying to get her bills paid So since you dine and dash, let your head get the steel plate You ain't a shark in this; I'm trying to k** greats And I'd rather drop science instead of math in this chapter But the ma** have a factor, in this fact of matter You're more known for giving that face than Jaz the Rapper I'm Queen of the Ring. Holly or Ali Someone tell Bonnie I'm rawly Catch her all happy and jolly, blasted on mollies Sneak her(sneaker) then check her like a pair of Huaraches She rides shotty with her mommy beside her I'll co*k, squeeze, make her knock knees and body the driver Leave Bonnie Godiva's body to divers Your situation looking Rocky through the Eye of the Tiger I'm a big dog. Rottweiler with a collie beside her She a average joe: sloppy, slide her Ask snobby, I'll smack the saliva Weave bobby pins out your tracks just to show how I style her This battle was only a solid, ‘cause this what the fans favor It may be on your agenda, but you can't date her ‘cause if the wood fill her You saw dust(sawdust), those walls crushed like sandpaper You tatted a slanted dick between your banana tits That's just tacky, B She steady juggling sacks with seeds And I ain't talking bags of weed When she walks, y'all don't hear galloping? Kentucky Derby running laps, looping? Just ‘cause you wear horse hair won't make you a Black Beauty Those synthetics have overran their courses She yelled to Math, “I'm ‘bout to pull my hair out.” He said, “hold your horses.” But even without a guy's help With all that weave, you'll still always be Bonnie and Clydesdale Won't let her roots grow But in Bon's eye that treatment is the norm I could strand my k**ings on your hair But that's beating a dead horse ‘Cause if it wasn't for me, b**h You'd still be battling for free on Smack You have a stage today ‘cause I let you speak when I asked You thought your stomp would leave me starving? I'm still eating, in fact You keep giving us leftover bars Well that's gon lead me to scrap No poetry for a reason to snap This work from my hand ‘ll give you a permanent band Since you want to twerk for the cam My bloodline bred martyrs Taught ownership, not to work for the man So I became Panama's legendary puncher: Roberto Duran Your family's Jamaican, right? So that immigration line for Ms. Fit was a mis-fit Check your angle then ‘Cause if we roger that, her American Dad left no name for him Plus your tranny uncle is the gender-confused alien Back in Jamaica, they call a f*g “anti man” So that batty boy became your auntie, man In this game, if it's any console, we'll just name it “Aunt-le” ‘cause we know that's a chick with a dick Even if you “Look at the Flick of the Wrist.” But I got this new dance, it's called hitting this b**h This is the stage that only matters. Why face? Titles, I snatch, fast as Pai Mei You couldn't try Florida if you had the Tri-State I'm putting Godiva in a box; that's Valentine's Day