[Round 1: Young Gattas]
You really think you in the top 5 females with bars?
Like you been k**ing sh**?
You never banged hammers or seen bars
You're not guilty, this b**h is innocent
Fake hair, fake nails, fake shoes, but let you tell it, you the realist b**h
You were just a fill in until I took that crown off like a Dentist trip
Every time I come to the ring these b**hes say, "Bars Over Everything"
I'll admit, some of y'all have bars but y'all don't have everything
Y'all lack delivery, presence, humor these hoes ramble
That's like an NBA point guard with a shot, no a**ist and no handle
What Chris Paul look like making plays but can't pa** the ball? Or Rondo throwing hella dimes but can't block out or crash the board
Your lines set in one dimension, no lie, everything I say all fact She say she want that championship but don't know the fundamentals
You can't get no play-off that
Bonnie just trying to get tutored, learn a lesson like she s** in math
No, Bonnie it's not a rumor, you really s**ing Math
Plus all them n***as you run with, f**ing f*gs
T-Rex type, touch and grab other n***as bu*ts and laugh
I keep the type of sh** that can fold a Mac truck in half
I'll blast the heater at this fashionista
It won't be Gucci when you get this custom back
She been barely surviving since she started but I'll clap her How you f**ing Math but remain a non-factor?
That sound backwards
You the flagrant type, be mad I make the shot and foul after
I can truly say I feel like Rudy Gay in Toronto, I out rapped her (Raptor)
You can't account for your losses, now you slacking on your business bond
When that hammy bucking I'm Danny Douglas with the metal Who the f** you flipping on?
Soon as you off that flight I'm by your room with the blicker drawn
You a known snitch so if this hoe tell (Hotel) Sweet (Suite) rounds are what I send upon (Cinnabon)
I'll give you some info
On the type of sh** you gon' do to have to get to me
Learn how to command a crowd, you know, channel your energy
I make them feel what I say, that's why you can't diminish me Bars ain't sh** without cadence
And you like Beyonce with that fake delivery
Get your bars up...you dig!
[Round 1: Bonnie Godiva]
Grown man dick is something you gotta deal with
Cause all that plastic, gla** tip, strap sh**
Will never equal up to no real dick!
Fellas I need y'all to grab y'all dick and say with me so she can understand this is real sh**
Grown man dick is something you gotta deal with
Cause all that plastic, gla** tip, strap sh**
Will never equal up to that real dick!
Now Gattas the only reason I put your name on this card
Is to tell you I understand why you gay and I don't blame you at all
See I could tell how you rap and how you f**
Must be the same for you broads
You always gotta go in using your hands cause you ain't really hard
So Ms. Fit, C3, K Prophet when I watch them I expect that sh** But there's one thing that separates you from them
And honestly I don't get that sh**
But every time I see you, you look more like a b**h
And I really can't respect that sh** cause if you (U) A G
Take them earrings out, makeup off
And put them Hitman braids back on rep that sh**
But you be spitting fairy tales and n***as run with you act
Well I can tell by your long nose that you don't keep it real boy So ain't none of it facts
Plus you be wearing these weaves that look like they come with your hat
But I get it, you playing Hansel and Gretel
You ain't have the bread to cover your tracks
See f**ing with Drect over time your whole Grind went missing
So I'ma teach him how to manage you cause he f**ing up on his job description
First, quit it with all them preschool rhymes you giving
It don't take a fan to see (fantasy) that all them lines is fiction But you ain't got a slip to get around
I'm like your mom's permission I'm thinking big stacks when I get this kidnapped
And her mom's intuition
I got a cure for all that I get hype sh**
[?] over this 9 prescription
So when you see them Tecs, book (textbook)
Before it leave you in a calm position (composition)
Since you slow, let me speed that up
Them bullets that I a**ign to dismiss you to keep it short
Bust and leave you in a chair slobbing and spitting
Like your conscience missing
Cause your mind and your spinal cord bind intertwined and twitching
If I say a name once I ain't gotta mention her twice
The n***as I send to meet her would beat her within an inch of her life
So I ain't gotta cop a gun to show you what a hit is tonight Cause I ain't even gotta charge her to give her these rights
But I'm just getting warmed up with the heat, don't be alarmed boy
I know some bullies that's waiting to do you harm boy
So while you spit think of that twitpic and keep it calm boy
Cause you ain't gotta look in the mirror to see a Tom boy!
[Round 2: Young Gattas]
I used to think you was wack cause you rap with them Innuendo
b**h a** n***as
But now I'm more disturbed
Because you jumped QB with your tranny uncle
You really run with some b**h a** n***as
You can't fight for yourself but wanna have bragging rights
But if you got guns your he/she family shouldn't have to fight Now it's clear, you missing clips, behind the scenes you ain't acting right
You a dick head and p**y at the same time You and your uncle both Hermaphrodites
How you battled Germ Free and you ain't even germ free?
You look infected with a few things, banana clip will smile
But the barrel growl, now the automatic having mood swings Yes plus I can smell you have no hygiene routine
You let every n***a mash that's why your p**y look like poutine
Bonnie you weak you f**ing nerd, try to act like you ain't shook
You got a makeover but be buying Jordan stiletto's off of Facebook
Bragging on your friends wall like "they was $75, I got a deal on 'em"
b**h them ain't the real 3's them motherf**ers got a heel on 'em
Soon as I stepped back in the ring I said, "this year mine"
You look like you co star on Bang Bros on your spare time
I can't respect your squad when y'all fraud and share lines
Try to front her (frontier) And I'll leave you knighted (United) when I air lines
What I'm saying is we can't compare lines
Cause in every battle another n***a fight for you
f** Bonnie, I wanna battle all the n***as that write for you Choppers out at the opera house, who coming to defend you?
I don't gotta shoot up the venue to still see 100 Bulletz in you
Listen QB, you lightweight, calibrate your scale I figured the sh** out
I see (C) sections in your bars that remind me of Nuborn's
So you'll get left with stitches when I take this kid out
Your mother warned b**hes I expose biters
How your ghostwriter a nose diver that don't even flow fire?
b**h can you even freestyle?
You ain't even flame off the top like Ghost Rider
I'm Jordan in his prime, good with the right, left S
Hots falling, Bonnie will die Chicago's greatest of all time
And it's obvious why
That shotgun got a kick back when it click clack at your circle Bonnie will glide
I blazed her with 22 Rockets, now Bonnie is Clyde
b*tch! Get your bars up b**h!
[Round 2: Bonnie Godiva]
Yo Gattas, why the long face?
You look like you can disconnect your jaw if you yawn straight
Like if I even tap that sh** that'd be a strong case
Cause in order to find a cast that fit they'll need an arm brace But since you look autistic I knew you'd try to use Math to shine
But I get it, I get why you mad, I done doubled y'all work in half the time
And now it's hard to do your numbers cause you past your primes
Well since them bodies you caught is overrated
It's only right I give your a** a nine
But quick history lesson, it ain't a question if I raise arms Hiroshima and Nagasaki
You see what happen when they palms (napalms)
That's straight bombs, kamikaze your whole place gone
When it crash at your house, hope your life insurance with State Farm
I don't care if your liver die, I give your whole side pain til you can't stand me
But I don't need a knife or guns (organs) to get this trans-planted
This one hook will put you in a holy field/Holyfield
But you can't out mic/Mike me, which means you can't out punch me
So your only way to win is to bite me
Talking 'bout you Beast
Well he don't X-Men so I don't respect those threats
I'm handing out Memorial Days putting these caps at the best vets chest
I'll treat you like that last Germ Free b**h that collect s** checks
Cause to me y'all all p**n stars, all I see is XXX
You ain't see the way I dominate tricks?
Well I'm 'bout to get you whipped right up
You should've known not to f** with me if you ain't wanna get tied up
But scratch that cause even a crackhead wouldn't f**
If you was drunk unconscious and dumped in Harlem
Her coochie out smell like Pookie mouth, funk and garbage The way that fish burns (Fishburne)
You would have to double up on condoms
Cause if you put your Shaft in you might come out with a Bumpy Johnson
So I'd rather hit your b**h first after she take G money
Give her back shots til she stutter like the Dutter Man, she'll take 300
Then bring a ratchet named Keisha that'll put you to sleep She'll rock a bye you in broad daylight
Before she even step a foot out the Jeep
No I ain't no Capone, but I'll cap-one Gambino style
So watch where you walking
Before you die over them stairs/stares like Nino Brown
And I'll be right over top, like "See that's what your dumba** get"
You done went and got your dumba** k**ed over a dumba** rep
I would give you the finger, but it'd probably get your dumba** wet
So sit tight and stay tuned for that third round
Cause I ain't finished with your dumba** yet
[Round 3: Young Gattas]
Your initials BG but you can never be be G from what I heard fam'
You ain't getting no Cash Money, so why even f** with this Birdman
You let Nuborn create this character, you never paid dues
Your birth is reversed, how you make that baby make you?
I'm feeling like the Hitman, y'all Holla at me to take out b**hes And Organik, I'll keep coming back as long as y'all pay out figures
This my dynasty, I'll never pa** the Roc to fake out b**hes
My rhymes connect like Blueprints
When I lay out b**hes
Versace Versace you f**ed everybody from Clips to Tsunami
Your toes hanging off of your heels and I feel that that sh** is so sloppy
Drake wouldn't beat at the studio even if you were Mike Zombie
She foolish to think that I don't murder ink/inc, now this b**h is Ashanti
Check the footage I dropped too many clips, it's apparent I k** it
I spit that OG sh** so when you play my battles back even your parents will feel it
Drake DM'd you to get sh**ted on cause I'm the f**ing best Now that ain't arrogance is it?
She'll get buried in South Park with her head split in Canada like Terrance and Phillip
I got everybody in Canada watching I'm a young Gretzski on hockey night
But she a bird that catch balls, b**h you Roddy White
Drake probably thought you was gon win, not tonight
I'll beat yo a** before you get in that box like a hockey fight
Get your bars up b**h, you lost this round, take it
Plus I get red with the heat, that's pound caking
All y'all see is Bonnie left on the ground shaking
Cause I'm known to black on the spot like Dalmatians
Your career at a dead end you couldn't Map Quest directions Now get lost, I'll bring that sweeper on stage, that's my Apollo sh**
Bonnie will lift off, you already fit for a casket
But I'm here to re-box/Reeboks like Rick Ross
Bonnie I'll turn you out
You leave Toronto looking gayer than Chris Bosh
[Round 3: Bonnie Godiva]
Now I was gonna start this round off saying some hard sh** Like "I pistol whip hoes,"
But now before I k** you
You could tell your b**h, I kissed your b**h though
Y'all know I save that real sh** for the third, let's get into it
I was told I lack a street feel by a midget as big as cupid Talking bout she hold guns with a clip as big as you is
Now for y'all that believe that sh**, you n***as stupid
I done picked a couple chicks up and dropped them lil chicks face first
Ask em how my street feel when they bit into it
Y'all b**hes brag about the hood like it's fun Well let me tell you bout living through it
Thanksgiving with little food and your Christmas evicted, moving
Fourth of July and you stuck inside
Cause your moms can't tell you if it's a firecracker or n***as shooting
Or holding your first gun and all you want is to click and shoot at a n***a or b**h you grew with
Cause they dealing crack and you dealing with your family that's addicted to it
Or hoes treating your jaw like the wall, just keep putting your fist into it
Do y'all see the difference to it?
I plead guilty, they act guilty
But ain't none of these b**hes prove it
So when you manly b**hes talk like you about that life Knowing 9 o'clock you was in the house
Eating supper on your couch at night It makes me wanna f** y'all up, cause real struggle
Y'all don't know a thing about that fight
Cause if you lived through it, you would know enough to get up out that life
But I know you from the mean streets of Chicago, right?
That's what you just said, b**h you grew up in Indianapolis
So let's see where this chick would go if I aim where this Indian apple is
Just be a b**h and know your place for you get put like one And stupid, you was supposed to think like a man, not look like one
Hold on, they say I missed that 2 on 2, they right, I admit it Debo asked me to take that 2 on 2
I said cool he booked your flight and your ticket
Then some personal issues happened and I was out of commission
But then Drake asked for me and I asked for her
So it ain't like I'm slipping, b**h that make you my daughter You wouldn't even be on these trips without my permission
But since you wanna cook up beef, let's get it started
I put a four in grills, bet it make Oliver Twist, it got an orphan feel
And b**h you built like Bosh so I know you ain't going for the steal
Both you f*ggots dunk great but all of your pumps fake, Jordan heels
The way I see straight through this b**h is like a sonogram Body saying you want a man, face saying Juwanna Mann
You want someone to put a ring on it with them Lebron hands
Well go ahead and take one for the team, we know your mom can
How you damn near 30 and still trying to grow them small a** tits?
But it suits you, cause you still need training to find a bra that fits
So stick to them Math jokes cause you ain't got bars like this
I been nice so you should take your own advice and step your bars up b*tch!