Arsonal vs. Swave Sevah King of the Dot (Ft. Arsonal & Swave Sevah)

[Round 1: Arsonal]
Ayo, aye Charron
You said my name first bar of ya battle
I know you ain’t think that was actually gon’ make me mad
I mean thinkin’ about another man in your battle bruh
That’s full fag The Saurus just whooped your fucking ass
You need to get back in yo bag
You don’t do rematches, I don’t do rematches
But everybody in here know I do play Capture The Flag
Now once again I’m here not in the States, I’m in the provinces
I’m on another nigga stage being another nigga consequence
Up in another nigga face snatching this ugly nigga confidence
I’m supposed to be having a battle against Swave Sevah
Nigga sound like Cookie Monster
He up here having a battle against his sinuses
I swear to God I’m not continuing
Until you blow your fucking brains away
Oh you gon’ act like you don’t wanna take this tissue?
Well can you at least try this nasal spray?
Enough with the jokes, we both Americans so I'ma keep it 100
I will bend ya men, make my palm meet them frames to show them I could lend a hand
Shoot ya Mother Mother for 15 seconds
I will Instagram with two clean Mexican Mossbergs
Call ‘em spic and span, or Cortez and Uno Lavoz
I’m from an ignorant land land where niggas clip they men for a brick of 10
You’ll die from this AR
Why? It was the written plan...D-I-A-R-Y, diary, written plan
I stood on that corner with base like I’m Cal Ripken, damn
Ya’ll wondering, "Ars, UDubb biggest event in two days
Why you ain’t in it, fam?"
Well, this chess, not checkers
I own that, this my gift to fans
I had a vision plan: fallback from the rapping, become the businessman
Now I wrestle, AND get paid off everybody that enter my ring Nigga, I’m Vince McMahon!
I said I’m pimping and I’ll make that big bitch Jaz battle come hustle for me
You ain’t immortal in combat, you Immortal Technique understudy
I throw a bullet at a Mossberg, shotgun, no huddle for me
You a Mark like Wahlberg, you Ted Thunder Buddy
And I heard you bone thugs for the love of money
Is that true? Cause my niggas believe that
I take ya Father good arm and Christopher Reeves that
Once upon a time you was the man
Now ya image is saying wack
You was on top, I press your buttons and you fell to the bottom fast as vending machine snack
You must have been looking through [?] binoculars when Rex got the win
Bishop and Ganik called my phone with your ex conferenced in
I mean just cause I got a PS4 don’t mean I ain’t gon’ play with your ex box again
I DX and tell her to suck it like X-Pac and ‘em, bars
Sometimes I forget bars which means I really grind
And I practiced, I practiced, but I still couldn’t remember any lines against Charron
So yeah, I pulled out my phone, I did that plenty times
That just goes to show whenever I’m in the gym I reach for the metal anytime
At least I finished mine
Even the tortoise beat the hare to the finish line
I take a pretty 9, go to your son favorite Chuck E. Cheese and shoot up the kiddie line
I got bars and disrespect with a witty mind
Me and ya bitch spend plenty of time
And when we F, we 69: that’s a Fendi sign
Bars after bars after bars, that’s all ya’ll heard from me
You couldn’t see me through those lenses with laser optic surgery
My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic
And you can’t spell bars without putting that Ars in it!