Aye Verb, Round 1 Round of applause for X-Factor For having the balls to get wrecked after knowing I maul and dissect rappers And he just another basic bitch The cause and effect after I maul and dissect rappers Is a corpse with a chest fracture Chicago...brace yourself for this I love our Midwest movement, but every time that East Coast Smack call And offer to pay them chips, I don't even ask who It's just "Okay", "What date it is" and "Go slay the shit" He ain't saved by the bell from Verb... I mean he cool, but... No Zach and AC Slater shit Pause, 'cuz after you, tonight I done rolled on the D More times than every bitch I got a baby with First it was Marv Won - classic, me vs Miles, oh that was crazy shit But I got to kill him, I can't give X a chance Like he a bitch and I don't wanna fix my old relationship SO IT'S SHOWTIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!! He'll put in the "cap" in captain? AHA! Jadakiss I get worked, that 8'll kick I seen the ring everywhere, light this whole block up like the Vegas Strip Last time I was in Highland Park I was standing, hoppin out that Camry Banging two cannons, the sparks from 'em look like I'm waving two Roman candles That's that 80's shit, this time it's Top Gun Loaded potato on that shotgun, cock it, pop one Have that whole Highland Park smelling like bacon bits Nigga I was made for this, body shot, make him shit, lean his ass, break his hip Face shot, black everything, like a nigga on that racist shit He need the presence of a pitbull that'll lock ??????? on lazy shit Your swag's off, fag sauce - NO - your swag's off, fag sauce Nigga you look raperish Type of nigga I need to see a background check if I ever let babysit This big-nose basic bitch who got a Niagra Falls post-nasal drip Can't keep up with me when I'm jogging, so imagine when my patience switch Verb noodles, and I smell dumb duck roasting Two hot-point 40s, when you rip that That kick-back look like you in a swinging nunchuck motion Blood back-pumping, back-dumping, straps that clap hundreds Fuck how good you rap, it's a wrap, you getting box-wrapped, mummy Bounty hunter Verb, soon as they send Chazz money I turn street-Elmer Fudd with two dope slugs and get to hunting Bad Bunny He a jokester, they laugh 'cuz they supposed to, but be glad, honey But try to play Kevin Hart and stand up - BRRRAAAAT Back, stomach, you backflip, won't come back from it They seeing, they think that funny You fucking peon, you're not on what we on I get dead presidents, you don't get dead presidents So when y'all bitch get bored and need a bitch vocal cords to lean on I call yours, 'cuz that head in a bag, nigga I'm Cleon Fuck is he on?