Arsonal Da Rebel - Arsonal vs Charron lyrics

[Round 1: Arsonal] Honestly, I don't know how the f** this battle got set up Me and Charron has no history So to the gods above, all the fans I love, it's still a mystery Eurgh told me last in the hotel, "Y'all are both undefeated." Literally He said, "Ars, you already said you never lost a battle. And we all know Charron has never lost...his virginity." Don't Flop Fifth Birthday, what's up? It wouldn't be complete without the Rebel present I took a pay cut from the usual, so I'm already un-level headed You gon' get [?] Satan's son, on Father's Day I send the Devil presents This Hell on Earth, in this verse you gon' feel the Devil present AR's? We bang those Sometimes I go days and don't change clothes Cause I'm ten toes down in the trenches, my fate looking like Djangos Y'all move back when my bird pump, yaah But it flame throws Y'all gon' think I was testing Charron's blood pressure the way I squeeze arms until the vein shows Now like I said, I said I have Lux and Hollow I'm officially the smartest n***a in battle rap f** the industry I'ma ride this horse until the saddle crack Money I get, then I flip it like an acrobat Never stand on my pivot forth and inches that tackle that sh** For instance, Lux wanted 40 thousand, Hollow wanted half I said, "Wait brother man." No Hoffa, but then I thought about the math And on the other hand, if I charge $100 general admission to 2,000 motherf**ing fans That's $140,000 come up right? 200 f**ing grand So I spent 60 to make 200, that's before the Pay-Per-View That b**h Laura Tarsi that you love? With that type of money you know the things that I can make her do? While she was travelling with Shotty, you was doing your pivot That makes you a hater too And what UW paying, compared to Don't Flop, I would be a hater (hate Eurgh) too Now in the USA, all we pray for today is having cheap gas My level of success is a pedestal he couldn't leap past The sh** is spit is genius, my saliva was in the geek's cla** Dizaster [Dizaster] Yo! [Arsonal] That means my lips is way too smart to be anywhere near Mystique's a** You talk like you'll fire your pistol but you ain't got one You claim that you banging a G, right? But you not one Where I'm from, it's shootouts until the cops come In broad daylight, n***as will strip you a** naked with a Shotgun You embarra** him, we'll do anything to demoralize your character Unbalance ya, subtract remaining months off your calendar Your life clock ticking, your wife stop stripping, I'm proud of her I'm Mike not Pippen, I like my grip with a silencer Now Corey, I'm real to the core Why you think it's hard to be cloned? C.O.R.E. Y/why you think it's hard to be cloned Let me call my brother Swag Ayo, in Canada they said he was a C.O., right? Right? That's your story Charron? C.O. Ray/Rey, now I get it, that's why that's why your mother named you Corey Charron Now last night I got a call from O-Red he said "Yo should I fly to Leeds to battle Unanymous?" I said, "Why not?" I heard he got it in for Red (infared) but I'm the cyclops I'll take Charron to my block If he don't die after these five shots, I'll finish him Down, down, back, down, block, jump I'm Noob Saibot, fatality But since you the kid, [?] They asked me why I don't just charge Eurgh a straight salary Long as he Pay Paling me and k**ing as they challenge me I'll be here the same time every year like I'm they allergies Now I'm here to snatch... Every bit of facial hair off your face you hear? But you ain't got facial hair that's why I gotta fly to Leeds and face you here I'm disrespectful, I'll spit in any battle rappers face, you hear? I'll call my pistol a mobile spar to get his crack on face you here My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic You can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it [Round 1: Charron] He said he hired Laura Tarsi for UW Thanks, that's sick man And he also said the other day he paid her six grand She's my main b**h, I'll pimp her out She knew to put 80% in my pimp hand Why do you keep going when this rhymes done? Think about this, he said he's a cyclops, but I won/eye one I keep this sh** going like David Blaine He said it's a mystery and it's straight insane We wanted this to be promo but you know you got a crazy brain If we made this the title match he called himself "Django" that's straight insane Cause if this wasn't promo and this was a title shot I'd take your chain It's the mirror match of the century Folks on their toes, how this was set up...nobody knows You're about to see his hood pa** revoked by Charron So like BangBus, it's time to get the f**ing show on the road No one respects you lyrically You have simple schemes backed up with top notch delivery And frankly you should be whispering cause you don't say sh** like a PG scripted scene Eurgh set you up to get k**ed for the British scene You have no quotes and got played by Rowan like Mr. Bean He's a gangster, he's a gun toker He's a True Blood...season 1 owner You rolling with Crips, this is a breeze I'm Moses with his staff, split up the seas/C's Get knocked off your high horse I cripple MC's You're in the Lois/lowest Lane, I'll turn this Crip tonight/kryptonite to Christopher Reeves Meet Darrell Jones, he relies on the crowd in his rap When all you have is filler you don't get an ounce of respect Call me Math Hoffa when I pounce on the set I'm Serius Jones, you'll get a Dose of these punches they shut down the event Every battle it's the same crap Having 15 slogans ain't rap That's like shaking hands with albinos and I motherf**ing hate that My sh** is real, my sh** is aww shut up Ars' is pathetic How many times can you spit those bars in a session? You're writing the same line over and over like Bart in detention Spitting mixtape verses what we hear is a scam For recycling garbage it's clear you'll get canned Slogans are for lazy rappers who appear to be bland You're just an uncreative b**h who can't provide new material to fans Have you ever improved? We don't need to go dwell You've spit the same sh** for years you're in need of some help You're like Timmy from South Park with the schemes that you've dealt You're just a big headed Crip who keeps repeating himself Yo, but I got some dirt on you Is it true that you snitch to police? Okay, is it true that you've never been in the streets? Okay, is it true you s**ed your friend's dick for a fee? No? So you did it for free? Did you beat Shotty Horroh? Okay, you think you beat him, if that sh**'s true How come deadmaus doesn't wanna collab with you? This diva got bodied, you're Laura Tarsi You came to the U.K. to get beat up by Shotty Shotty, I retract that You can have that That ain't even what I'm mad at I go to the club and buy Somalian girls drinks You go to the club and put some Molly in girl's drinks My sh** is real, my sh** is authentic Like I said, I pimp out my main b**h, I'll even let Ars' hit it Cause you can't spell "Tarsi" without putting the "Ars" in it [Round 2: Arsonal] Kid Charron, I'ma do you filthy in the worst way I'm the n***a that k**ed the n***a, that k**ed the n***a with all the wordplay f** what the nerd say I'll let that 'burg spray Daddy gon' make this a night to remember That's what you do to the kid on they fifth birthday Now let's play Truth Or Dare I dare you to tell the truth If the rules still apply and the loser gotta jump I dare you to come battle me on the roof Well I can lie with a long nose but you wouldn't (wooden) boy Cause you's a dummy That sound like that Pinocchio that shoot from Tokyo to yo' country Except my sh** sneeze in threes whenever the nose runny Meaning I aim at you (atchoo) at you at you and then line up your whole country Now I'm pull out the phone, watch this Charron Hmmm, let's see [Charron] Wait, what? [Arsonal] I f**ed up Sike! (I lie!) Nah, not a lie I troubled you, thought I lost words- nah, f** all that Charron, ain't you like 21? Right? [Charron] 22 [Arsonal] 22, with an imaginary two kids and a wife Laura Tarsi Well I'm 26, with two cars, two cribs, and they nice I'm 'bout my cheese, once Eurgh hand tossed me that doe/dough, that's your life For half a P.I. make you Z.Z., A/eh, that's a slice P.I.Z.Z.A.- that's a slice Hold up, y'all ain't get the other one Cheese, hand tossed dough, that's a slice So for the price of a slice you can lose your life, that means you hoes die Clips I hate to see the damage that can get done over a whole pie Both hands wrapped around your neck like a bowtie I'll choke the lie outta him but pray to God that he don't die Stab wounds, bruises, I ain't just leaving him knots He got a big mouth, why you think I gotta feed him the pie? Right now it's cold in Canada, why you think you make your region so hot? Tell Organik, every gun in my arsenal got a beam on it so I'm really the King Of The Dot I keep heat for when it's chilly though What's on your mind, really though? I'm from Newark, it's not a month where the crime really low I reload that clip every six seconds Same sh**, open open, it's repetitive, I say I'm shooting a Vine video AK chest level, I point at the nine really low Flatline d**h bed you, they bury your spine really low Your b**h brain great she s** dick her mind really show All she needed was One Mic like the Nas video B.E.T. specifically told him The winner of Freestyle Friday guarantees a spot on the cipher In Greek scripture But what Black Entertainment Television does to white boys when they move in is, they evict ya Now, not to pull a race card, cause the black got ya back, I mean we with ya But I dare you go and call the good folks at B.E.T. some renegers (re-n******gs) I mean they reneged on they word so call 'em some "re-n******gs" And get yo' a** whooped by me, myself and I, three n***as End up on a coffin, on an alter, where a pastor will read scriptures Look you're so polite alive I'll bet you when you die you'll be a friendly ghost n***a Your Casper will be withcha Now you spoke a whole lot of sh** about Shotgun Suge at WD4 But we shooting, we on an offense so what would UW D for? I gave you open shots, I don't play games even when the tokens drop I k**ed Rex and Shine with the same knife They spit lines while I poke a Dot (polka dot) Charron, get your sh** straight You was the cracker in the corner, mad when I dissed Drake But f** you, f** him and everybody on your mixtape You from Canada, y'all got Providences That's why I don't believe nothing that your pen/Penn states Get my drift? I'm from America where the states at You can lose your life out in Canada But in leagues is where your wake at Your mom face? No she in my inbox My genital region? Where her face at I'm like b**h, you can taste that You ain't even 'bout the waste that My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic You can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it [Round 2: Charron] He brought up the B.E.T. situation, they hate what I do I never said that they're racist I can only speculate on their view But you went on Freestyle Friday and lost in week six, what I'm saying is true So why does it feel that a white Canadian made it farther in black entertainment than you? There's nothing you can do against Charron Ayo, there's nothing you can do against Charron... Uhhh, one sec' let me check my phone Something something, [?] dope, ahh, oh sh** is this a flip that I wrote? Why you trying to do this sh**, trying to convincing the folks Don't pull out your phone Stop being a diva and just admit that you choked! People think I'm dope cause I'm really on you Wanna talk about guns well this sh** is honor He said he got them Vine videos when he's ripping Slaughter Well I'm like Instagram, get the picture cause my clips are longer Real talk I'm becoming Spartanius, you ain't as smart as this Stomping around the stage freestyling like I'm Spartacus Survival of the fittest, I'm on that Darwin sh**, you ain't as smart as this Ayo, you thinking that Ars' is sick? Well I'm a motherf**ing arsonist and his spark is lit I'm starting sh** Like Locksmyth when he spilled his drink on Charlie [?] You think I'm scared of Grape Street, I ain't honestly tripping The two day wrist band is purple, half this audience is Cripping You're such a diva, it's hard to match it When Eurgh asked him to battle, you know what Ars' demanded? 4 Slinkys, an offensive [?] Jefferson Price's fat wife's wedding gown Rest in peace A handbook on what to do in Detroit with no friends around A f**ing parrot, trained to say you beat Hitman...every round One million pounds A home video of Mickey Worthless trying to swim til he drowns A plane ticket for Shotgun Sugar Tits, every Crip in his town And a sign on his hometown door that says "No Midgets Allowed" It's Arsonal Da Rebel, your mother I'll [?] I'll wipe my a** with your dog and take a dump on yo' sister Why don't you put some substance up in there? This whole scene is f**ed with your sister Cruger, [?], everybody's been with her So many character's in that box she can't upload a picture of her c*nt up on Twitter I make noise in T Dot like when Scott Jackson beat box in the streets Beat me? Stop, better chance of Detox dropping this week Your bars are always sh**, you gave a rim job to a freak The way Ars' is getting lit we should call him Mystique You're not a gangster you're a f**ing freak Quit talking about guns like that stuff's unique When you're in other countries we don't believe that you're bucking heat It's like when you muck Mystique, it's all tongue and cheek He's acting like a Big K.R.I.T., believe he's strong and violent But when he sees a Trick Trick he gets awfully quiet You turned on Suge, I bet you can't deny it You never throw a boy under the bus, especially if you drive it DNA is your boy, you dissed his dead dad, I can't respect what you do You denied the existence of Shotgun and the rest of your crew You needed Calicoe's a**istance to get out the room Ironic you battled Calicoe and he treats his dogs better than you When it comes to gun bars I'm the best in the business I'll give this Crip metal like the Special Olympics If you don't do what I do and these bars are [?] your crew John Q need a heart that's stronger I move with the troops Like I'm Sargent Slaughter 22, change a View Called it Barbara Walters Get Buccaneer like Tampa Bay That can will spray like a pop being opened up by Ca**ius Clay We're born to die so I ride, no [?] This k**er sons another country like [?] If I see him, I'm like Liam, when I capture his frame It's a body bag in all when I shoot at rappers like [?] But Darrell, you're the most viewed, why you acting this way You're a role model, kids look up to you and think that sh**'s okay Why perpetuate a lifestyle that should be changed Even kids in Birmingham are getting stabbed up and slain Maybe if untalented rappers like you weren't rapping this way Then talented rappers like Depzman could still be rapping today [Round 3: Arsonal] You stepped up to the plate to take a swing rookie But a pop up equals you washed up There really is nothing better than clean p**y You ask me how I claim Crip but never seen Tookie Well cause I cripple any rapper that these leagues push me I'ma set the record straight, therefore expect the hate I'm a winner, those who contest they fall when the weather break Some are better than others and others need to just meditate When the trigger's pulled the spring fire, that's k**ing season to you feather weights Now I know you Charron, Laura Tarsi told me about you You ain't never have to duck to avoid taking a head shot You ain't never ran from the cops till the bottom of your feet look like a taxi driver from Bedrock I'm a Bad Boy, you see these Lox, they keep my head hot Aye Puff it ain't no Biggie, after this Mac/Mack spit that Flava In his Ear You gon' want me to take Craig's spot Now you don't deserve another round Make another sound I'll bust a round I'll make it to where you literally the best Canadian...underground I got a Lethal Weapon, I'm shooting with Danny Glover [?] Disrespect your whole block, do a drive-by on a hover round What goes around goes around If Charron ever come around y'all gon' think we battled for 30 days straight Cause I'ma give him 100 rounds Now you dissed everybody in your cipher verse That's soft sh**, clean your diaper first Bad look for you, your fame might reverse, that's kinda gay You call it taking shots, well it might get worse Cause to throw a bullet, the n***a bent over in front of you gotta hike it first Pause, go pull it You say you a G, show footage I'm Trayvon after Halloween, to your door I go hooded I'ma keep your name alive Tray, Ether this coward Give him that Nas/Jay I was unemployed until my brother told me that crime pay So I went and got a full time job letting that nine spray [?] and to show you I hate you I fire sideways Now, how you gon' body Suge? When you 'bout as real as the Real Husbands Of Hollywood? My girl pregnant, mean she got another body in her body good Breast feeding, she prolly should I should let you s** the titty, cause from the looks of things you gon' need it you little scrawny little motherf**er They say that milk does a body good But you might scared to s** on that titty, cause I heard you was gay That's what's floating through the night air You got a visual on the suspect? Roger that Quiet, clear It was Pat Stay and Corey Charron sitting in a nice chair But my question to you is, what the f** is that man hand doing right there? Now, do you dream about this day? Do you ever have nightmares Of a seven foot Canadian whispering in your right ear? When you look at this picture you might stare Cause from the look of things, Pat wanted to say "Charron, I'll f** the sh** outta you right here." Now, you mention DNA my man, he is my man so what? You ain't my man so I don't give a f**, you ain't fam' But if I had DNA new tooth I wouldn't bite your flow Honestly, this picture is just a prop that I like to show The real question, and all your fans would like to know Is are you a virgin? He told his pops, "Pat once put his hand on my penis but I didn't like it though." The moral of the story, this match up, I don't know where it came from It was a bad match But I still gave y'all some good bars, never a bad batch But if that King Of The Dot sterling silver chain is enough for you to want to give up your a** crack... I ain't even gon' diss you cause look at where we at I'm outnumbered, but this is where we at I feel bad for your a**hole if you lost your cookies to Pat n***a I mean, no h*mo, I ain't judging, don't get me wrong You put rookies on the map n***a But this sh** here? This sh** here? Wouldn't let the Snooki f**ing Shaq n***a Like I said Moral of the story, this was a bad match I came and showed y'all some good bars, never a bad batch If that sterling silver King Of The Dot chain is enough to where you give up yo' a** crack Charron, you can have that That ain't even what I'm mad at (My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic You can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it!) [Round 3: Charron] {27:20} Yo that angle is so played, I ain't even giving him daps You think you're winning off of that, just like this I already ripped you in half Right now he's whiff and squeezing with clips I don't even care he's depressed, he can bleed from his wrists Talking 'bout Pat Stay raping me, now I need to have flips Cause these days he can't touch me, so he's ducking me like a b**h He be like, "I got two million vers' Shotty." Wow, so creative What's the point of being the most viewed when you're no one's favorite? Finish him, your soul I'm taking I'm stealing your thunder like Shao Tsung and you've chosen Raiden Arsonal has a boyfriend and stays at his house Nah, you're the one with a boyfriend, you stay at his house You're like Jack Wilshere the way you got caught with a f*g in your mouth He wants to throw that sh** in my face Well, before this battle a [?] If you a sold your opponent you forfeit every dollar you were paid So acting all tough, not G! Rowan made you sign the contract, not me! Throw a jab and I duck it Slap him up with his man; shadow puppet I'm an animal with the hands This guy's so weak we can't fight a fever I've got skeletons in my closet like a science teacher I'm the chief and tribal leader Smearing blood on your head til my palms are red/read like I've seen a psychic reader You brought up Nas He brought up Nas, well you and Nas have the same last name so it's a final feature You're more like Jay-Z, you built your empire cause your rhymes are weaker So It Ain't Hard To Tell who's lines are deeper Two Crips, you wrote the Blueprint so this guy get Ether If you've seen What's Eating Gilbert, this bar is great Call me Johnny Depp, cause I'm out punching this retarded Grape You think that I'm a fake Crip, I'm 'bout that Grape life Grip the blade tight, you got marked out; Daylyt I'll have your girl walking like a Crip when she takes pipe You said she's pregnant right? Cause I blue/blew in her box and had her covered in blood gang fight Real talk, you're my Grape grandfather And for a fellow Grape I'd do time We need to put an end to this Grape on Grape crime He thinks I'm a fake Crip who's giving the folks lies But little does he know, I've been Cripping this whole time {Charron tries to put on a purple Grape bandanna and Arsonal snatches it from his hands} [Arsonal] You can't do that, you can't do that. You spit your bars. That's not happening. You not Grape, that's not happening [Charron] This guy's a disgrace, he said I'm not Grape Arsonal just lied to your face Oh snap, Charron 'bout to go scrap He's repping New Jersey so I know that he don't throw back/throwback It's nuts, got him cornered like a cul-de-sac He won't swing when I rub this in his face, how low is that? No it's nuts, which are lacking it's called "a sack" He won't swing when I rub this in his face, how low is that? Cause he used to hate on me, my status evolved Now he's battling Matter cause he don't matter at all Talking 'bout B.E.T., that situation is wack y'all But Pesci, I guess we both know how it feels like to get black balled I'm the illest Crip in the world, straight heat Don't comment saying "Arsonal 3-0'd this lame geek." I won this fair and square, don't start any fake beef I took the B. out of B.E.T. but put the G into Grape street See, they said I'm the underdog but I got the heart that'll fight Call me Man' United, cause I just beat Arsonal/Arsenal tonight