[Round 1: Arsonal]
Before I let y'all know ‘bout how my steel clap
Ultimate Warrior had to have the battle in Newark
Cause Smack would've got his shit peeled back
I ain't never been a trouble maker, but if Ars' left a nigga bleeding
You may wanna investigate Rex
Cause it's definitely a mason
If these ten knuckles can't stretch this nigga even I'm on the side of the highway with my gun out
Like I'm trying to catch a nigga speeding
I'm a bully, tell this lil' bitch nigga I take porridge
If I see it and I like it, I snatch it, I don't wait for it
I'm disposing this nigga for one, I hate garbage
And with my aim I should've played shooting guard for Wake Forest
But I chose to rap, I still gangbang and I load the Mac
My money long enough to let all my homies hold a stack
Do we have a problem?
Soon as you show that gat I introduce you to that rocket launcher with the shoulder strap
You ain't a shooter nor a rider, you a chauffeur poodle
You got a vivid imagination, I'm a show your brutal
This shit I'm dropping got me rich
You gon think I'm flushing Oprah doo doo
I spread cream all on your bitch, then treat her lips like a toaster strudel
This lil nigga named Randy, I'm banking on his family Halloween he *knock, knock* then I'm taking all his candy
Walk into your mom kitchen, tie the apron to your granny
Chop her up, hide her body in the basement by the pantry
Then I walk in your studio and slap the shit out of yo engineer
I fire on anybody else who ever try to think or interfere
I hak a lugie on your mic, that nigga Mook he kinda tight
I walk up to him in his face and ask him do he wanna fight?
You gon think I'm a sketch artist from the way I draw the uz' on him
One shot, instant kill, BANG! Call of Duty on him
Slice him while he fucking, soon as his bitch put her booty on em
Then iPhone Fox walkie talkie call the Goonies on 'em
I'm the villain so I terrorize the people
Kill this nigga first round so we can set aside the sequel
Jowie every lines deceitful, I'll stab him with Magic Johnson's tattoo gun
And purposely forget to sterilize the needle
I said I cock Blocks, pop pop, blood on your bed spread
You're not hot, so stop cock blocking you're dead Fred
Starving niggas like you in my city get fed led
Low cut niggas die in the land of the dread head
Now Ill told you the nigga that robbed you
Wanted to prove that you lame
And you was softer than a Titty Boi, so now he got 2 Chainz
I would've said, you see what happen to you trying to be a pretty boy?
Nigga snatched them triple 9's from you in yo city boy
And the Jesus Piece they tried to pawn it wasn't worth a penny boy
In the last year Rex was robbed for "2 Chainz!" without Titty Boi
You wanna knuckle up with me? I got that pocket knife
Once you enter your house, your front door you better lock it twice
Hundred round clip, awww shit when that choppa slice
Every Dot in your residence hit, I even shot the mice
You seem shocked that I'm killing you
Like you stuck aluminum foil in a socket twice
My hitman Haitian and he'll off you for a box of rice
He starving, killing niggas for food, pizza pasta price '
What you think he'll do if I told 'em that Randy got your slice? Bombs in your mailbox a package full of anthrax
When I fire that heat will wok your body like some candle wax
I slam, you slam, my gun jam, while I'm slamming back
I'll slap you with the pistol, you'll think the pistol had a hand attached
I'm dressed in all black like on that Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell
You'll think I fed the clip pasta cause out the barrel
I'ma send him shells I disrespect you on purpose, I give a fuck who you niggas tell
I piss in your favorite cup, put ice in it and tell you that it's ginger ale
And you better drink it and eat the ice when you finished
If not I’ma make sure you meet with ICE when you finished
For playing games with me, you gon lose your life in a scrimmage
You could be blue though cause I'm Popeye coming right off the spinach
You couldn't beat me if I played you on rookie mode
I'm the type of nigga snatch your breezy off foot patrol
Tell her my chocolate melt in her mouth not in her hand
And her hand my Tootsie Roll
Then stick my whole arm in her, I Vince Carter that pussy hole
And if you really a male nurse, then you got Gaylord Focker's job
And being a male nurse is worse than being a soccer mom
I know you don't wanna rumble in the jumble or the octagon
If we was two coke heads with a kilo to snort
You couldn't keep up with me line for line I spelt your name in all 100's, waited for you to sign the line
You battled 5,762 niggas after that, still I waited for you to find the time
Yes it was in your DNA to battle Tech around Ramadan
It was kinda Okwerd how Conceited did you and Ill beat you line for line
I ain't gon' stop till my account whole 8 digits
First round, he small thing to a giant and I motherfuckin' data midgets!
Before I let y'all know ‘bout how my steel clap
Ultimate Warrior had to have the battle in Newark
Cause Smack would've got his shit peeled back
I ain't never been a trouble maker, but if Ars' left a nigga bleeding
You may wanna investigate Rex
Cause it's definitely a mason
If these ten knuckles can't stretch this nigga even I'm on the side of the highway with my gun out
Like I'm trying to catch a nigga speeding
I'm a bully, tell this lil' bitch nigga I take porridge
If I see it and I like it, I snatch it, I don't wait for it
I'm disposing this nigga for one, I hate garbage
And with my aim I should've played shooting guard for Wake Forest
But I chose to rap, I still gangbang and I load the Mac
My money long enough to let all my homies hold a stack
Do we have a problem?
Soon as you show that gat I introduce you to that rocket launcher with the shoulder strap
You ain't a shooter nor a rider, you a chauffeur poodle
You got a vivid imagination, I'm a show your brutal
This shit I'm dropping got me rich
You gon think I'm flushing Oprah doo doo
I spread cream all on your bitch, then treat her lips like a toaster strudel
This lil nigga named Randy, I'm banking on his family Halloween he *knock, knock* then I'm taking all his candy
Walk into your mom kitchen, tie the apron to your granny
Chop her up, hide her body in the basement by the pantry
Then I walk in your studio and slap the shit out of yo engineer
I fire on anybody else who ever try to think or interfere
I hak a lugie on your mic, that nigga Mook he kinda tight
I walk up to him in his face and ask him do he wanna fight?
You gon think I'm a sketch artist from the way I draw the uz' on him
One shot, instant kill, BANG! Call of Duty on him
Slice him while he fucking, soon as his bitch put her booty on em
Then iPhone Fox walkie talkie call the Goonies on 'em
I'm the villain so I terrorize the people
Kill this nigga first round so we can set aside the sequel
Jowie every lines deceitful, I'll stab him with Magic Johnson's tattoo gun
And purposely forget to sterilize the needle
I said I cock Blocks, pop pop, blood on your bed spread
You're not hot, so stop cock blocking you're dead Fred
Starving niggas like you in my city get fed led
Low cut niggas die in the land of the dread head
Now Ill told you the nigga that robbed you
Wanted to prove that you lame
And you was softer than a Titty Boi, so now he got 2 Chainz
I would've said, you see what happen to you trying to be a pretty boy?
Nigga snatched them triple 9's from you in yo city boy
And the Jesus Piece they tried to pawn it wasn't worth a penny boy
In the last year Rex was robbed for "2 Chainz!" without Titty Boi
You wanna knuckle up with me? I got that pocket knife
Once you enter your house, your front door you better lock it twice
Hundred round clip, awww shit when that choppa slice
Every Dot in your residence hit, I even shot the mice
You seem shocked that I'm killing you
Like you stuck aluminum foil in a socket twice
My hitman Haitian and he'll off you for a box of rice
He starving, killing niggas for food, pizza pasta price '
What you think he'll do if I told 'em that Randy got your slice? Bombs in your mailbox a package full of anthrax
When I fire that heat will wok your body like some candle wax
I slam, you slam, my gun jam, while I'm slamming back
I'll slap you with the pistol, you'll think the pistol had a hand attached
I'm dressed in all black like on that Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell
You'll think I fed the clip pasta cause out the barrel
I'ma send him shells I disrespect you on purpose, I give a fuck who you niggas tell
I piss in your favorite cup, put ice in it and tell you that it's ginger ale
And you better drink it and eat the ice when you finished
If not I’ma make sure you meet with ICE when you finished
For playing games with me, you gon lose your life in a scrimmage
You could be blue though cause I'm Popeye coming right off the spinach
You couldn't beat me if I played you on rookie mode
I'm the type of nigga snatch your breezy off foot patrol
Tell her my chocolate melt in her mouth not in her hand
And her hand my Tootsie Roll
Then stick my whole arm in her, I Vince Carter that pussy hole
And if you really a male nurse, then you got Gaylord Focker's job
And being a male nurse is worse than being a soccer mom
I know you don't wanna rumble in the jumble or the octagon
If we was two coke heads with a kilo to snort
You couldn't keep up with me line for line I spelt your name in all 100's, waited for you to sign the line
You battled 5,762 niggas after that, still I waited for you to find the time
Yes it was in your DNA to battle Tech around Ramadan
It was kinda Okwerd how Conceited did you and Ill beat you line for line
I ain't gon' stop till my account whole 8 digits
First round, he small thing to a giant and I motherfuckin' data midgets!
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