Best vs Worst verse in an album

[Zimmie]

post in your opinion the best and worst verse in any Wayne album

IANAHB 2

Worst

SPOILER
HELLO
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
California house in the hills
Big windows no blinds
Can't sleep past 9
We pass weed like time over here
Money over fear
Her lipstick smeared
Her pussy lip pierced
Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his
See ya later alligator, crying crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack
She got a nice rack
And that apple bottom, bite that Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
But I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn
Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call


BEST

SPOILER
TRIGGER FINGER
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I ain't lookin' back, nigga
I'mma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas
Hammer in my draws but I nail your bitch
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
Life ain't shit but bitches and money
I pass that weed, like I studied
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei
And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks
Life is a bitch, I'll make her your ex
Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone
I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home
For a crumb and a bone
And put one in ya dome

[Waynasite]

post in your opinion the best and worst verse in any Wayne album

IANAHB 2

Worst

SPOILER
HELLO
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
California house in the hills
Big windows no blinds
Can't sleep past 9
We pass weed like time over here
Money over fear
Her lipstick smeared
Her pussy lip pierced
Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his
See ya later alligator, crying crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack
She got a nice rack
And that apple bottom, bite that Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
But I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn
Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call


BEST

SPOILER
TRIGGER FINGER
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I ain't lookin' back, nigga
I'mma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas
Hammer in my draws but I nail your bitch
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
Life ain't shit but bitches and money
I pass that weed, like I studied
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei
And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks
Life is a bitch, I'll make her your ex
Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone
I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home
For a crumb and a bone
And put one in ya dome

You ever sucked cock?

[Zimmie]

You ever sucked cock?

you can suck mine bro

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Tha Carter 3

WORST
SPOILER

PUSSY MONSTER

I gotta taste for you, now what you wanna do?
Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu
Girl, you cold, girl, you cool
You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well girl, you food
Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew
And I just stood over ma stew and just blew
And when there's no more of you, in the soup
I remove ma spoon and drink your juice
If you want to do me, do what cha wanna do
If my job is to blow, you can bet she blue
Mic check 1, 2, how about 1, 2
P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue
But when I find out, I'm a show and tell you
When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you
When I swallow ma spit, I could still taste you
Put that pussy in ma face every time I face you
It goes P-U-S-S-Y
Because it's the reason I am alive
Momma, I need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive



BEST

SPOILER
PLAYING WITH FIRE
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle
Brave Heart, bitch, like the times are medieval
Married to the game, divorced the cathedral
Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people
Forced into evil
It's all in your head, it's all so cerebral
Call me Knievel
You follow and I lead you
Straight to the needles
The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you
Momma named Cita, I love you Cita
'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya?
Remember when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver?
He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
He could smell the ether
You can see Cita
You can see the Cita
See the Cita in my features
And she don't play neither



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FWA


Best

SPOILER
HE'S DEAD

[Verse 2]
Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin'
Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin'
I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough
How long will they mourn me?
I had a Rolls Royce Ghost
Now I'm feelin like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me
We are not one and the same;
I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange
I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain
I'm ugly and vain,now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne
Throw dirt on my name,picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So fuck every key on your key chain, boy

[Bridge 2]
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or goin, Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten

WORST

SPOILER
IM THAT NIGGA

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
Goin' berserk, I been whippin' the work
Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church
Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe,I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor
You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome
It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong
My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon
What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone

[Lucifer]

You ever sucked cock?

restart the thread zimmie its already being ruined after this second post

[Shake]

[lilwayne-carter]

tha carter four

BEST:

SPOILERStunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em
I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum
Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
Eastside, MOB Piru Damu


WORST:

SPOILERMan, fuck them bitches and them hoes
And them niggas pussies, camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light
Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I’m on my cardio
Boy I’m going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I’m from eagle street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked
This the best worst feeling
And nigga if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G shit
I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick
Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off
Life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
C4, Mr. Carter’s home!

or

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang, five
It’s that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ain’t gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain’t gon' fight
They actin' like they ain’t gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Zimmie]

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tha carter four

BEST:

SPOILERStunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em
I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum
Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
Eastside, MOB Piru Damu


WORST:

SPOILERMan, fuck them bitches and them hoes
And them niggas pussies, camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light
Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I’m on my cardio
Boy I’m going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I’m from eagle street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked
This the best worst feeling
And nigga if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G shit
I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick
Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off
Life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
C4, Mr. Carter’s home!

or

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang, five
It’s that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ain’t gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain’t gon' fight
They actin' like they ain’t gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

good picks i wouldnt chose that verse personally as the best but i agree with your choice for worst
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[back on my bullish*t]

c3
best verse: 3 peat
worst verse: la la

[Gudda Gudda]

The Best Verse From IANAHB1 Would Be As Follows

Young Money army, we marching
We coming forward, no warning
We got these boys running like Forest
So salute me like a general
First place, never last
Always on top and I’m a chief like a Seminole
Got the game in strangle hold no letting up
You can get the top, you can pop like 7-Up
Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me
And we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick






The Worst Verse From IANAHB1 Would Be As Follows

Tell Wayne I’m goin' in like somebody bout to bury me
In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rockin' with Young Money
I told my team I got us man, it’s all on me
Like Volume two B.G., I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Every time I’m on the track it’s ransom
Can’t find us anymore, it’s random
When Young Money come through you better salute us

[YMCMB357]

The Best Verse From IANAHB1 Would Be As Follows

Young Money army, we marching
We coming forward, no warning
We got these boys running like Forest
So salute me like a general
First place, never last
Always on top and I’m a chief like a Seminole
Got the game in strangle hold no letting up
You can get the top, you can pop like 7-Up
Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me
And we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick






The Worst Verse From IANAHB1 Would Be As Follows

Tell Wayne I’m goin' in like somebody bout to bury me
In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rockin' with Young Money
I told my team I got us man, it’s all on me
Like Volume two B.G., I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Every time I’m on the track it’s ransom
Can’t find us anymore, it’s random
When Young Money come through you better salute us