Arsonal Da Rebel - Arsonal vs Conceited lyrics

[Round 1- Arsonal] Arsonal's a household name, a known fact that'll get you far Conceited? That's something a lot of ugly b**hes are Shoot at ya whip, bullets will flip ya car I grip ya jaw and pull ya little face apart with a f**ing Jiu-Jitsu cloth I'm a G, keep it a hundred and three Turn around little man, you square enough to live in that pineapple under the sea Now Grindtime hit me back up, Lush put a few more stacks up Sent a new mission, a stool pigeon gotta be hit, with a mac truck So I'ma play the mac truck, guess who got the pigeon role? A midget troll; Conceited, he softer than a tissue role You ain't supposed to kiss and tell, but I kiss and told Hey, ya sister hole is deep enough to hide a fishing pole You a retard, ya coach told you to pick and roll This n***a started eating his boogers after he picked his nose Smelling his finger when he done wiping You a wanna be thug who'll do anything for a gun license Talking this ratchet and that one You wack son, I'll slap you with the plastic off a cap gun f** rhyming, why battle rap you? I'll tie ya little a** to the pool table and shoot the cue ball into ya Adams apple And Pa**wurdz and that fat n***a earlier, they some lames Said my name so I had to spit bout you Talking that Okwerd sh** I should have Brain Peoples come and slap the sh** out you C'mon, for 3 stacks? That's chump change He f**in all these young dames His life would've been more if his father left him as a cum stain Or even flushed you down the toilet in a rubber condom Every time ya mother hide her dil*os your bother find 'em Y'all be playing pa** the rubber dick, on some other sh** Two stupid f*gs claiming SuperBad, Mclovin it! Do me a favor, get a job, go learn to tie ya shoes And stop beating ya dick with ya s**micidal lube Con never was a con man Con just had a lot of sh** in common with Dennis Rodman, goddamn! You claim you could beat me? You lame and you stay in a Tipi! You say names when you play with ya pee pee! You tend to play games, but you ain't change completely! "Ain't he ugly?" C'mon my n***a, you claim you could beat me?! Listen... Go 'head.... [Round 1: Conceited] To get at this f*ggot I ain't have to do no research on him They kept calling my phone like, "Yo I got mean dirt on him" You still live at home with ya pops and you broke with no wealth Then Darell Jones dropped a video blog exposing himself You put it on the net for all us to see But this f*ggot is Darell Jones Jr. so the fruit don't fall far from the tree I'm palming the heat and the toaster will spark ya The chrome ruger will drop Jones Junior like Antonio Tarver Now you know he's a goner, I got bars like a charged phone From the view I see a b**h that's talking but you not a Star, Jones I'm a hard stone, you rough as a brillo Nah you that skittles type you bout as a dangerous as Sisqo... in a pillow fight Lush will call you a f*ggot, Plax might say you a p**y hole They see me, think of murder and torture But you softer than cookie dough I see you and see bu*terflies and tootsie rolls Cause' he the type to do the bu*terfly and the tootsie roll Listen I'm the type that'll dick ya wife, you go down, you a muff diver Ya b**h gave me dome while you sit at home like an Umpire But you not safe, you better put on locks/LOX like a Ruff Ryder Cause' I roll with big semis like a truck tire and they open caps like a sun visor I'll run in his house and let the snub fire and then put the cans to ya 6 pack like Budweiser It don't matter what step you on Ars I'm one higher Cause' I'll be damned if I lose to elementary school bus driver That's not a punchline, that's a real fact! I don't know why he's braggin' You wake up 5 am to hop on that cheese wagon You don't grip pounds and have the gun shooting You tell kids, "Sit down" while the bus moving! You never did a drive-by real slow and shoot chrome Only time you drive by real slow is in the school zone So all that lying make you look real soft I'll catch you while you on the job, dropping kids off Shoot at him but I won't miss the bus I ain't Kriss Kross Shots hit the window, the gas tank, the tires might rip and tear Y'all can call it the magic school bus cause' I'll make it disappear This little square is in a group called Cash Addicts And you think your clique proper? If you such a cash addict, how come you couldn't handle a Rich Dolar? That's cause' you get nada, everything you earn is useless How you addicted to cash, but broke? Y'all more like allergic to it Them burners shooting from all the triggers I touch Since y'all addicted to cash, I'll keep giving him bucks! The inf is a must if I spit millies You could be the second n***a that get a red neck like a hillbilly It don't matter what you poppin' Ars, you could spit 50 You won't hit me, all ya shots gonna miss cause' you from Brick City But you wanna be from New York, but you soft as pudding I know you Jersey n***as wanna come to NY Cause' even the Nets wanna come to Brooklyn But I know real k**ers in Montgomery, Booker T and Lafayette You getting loud like you'll break my neck p**y you nervous and wouldn't even break a sweat I spray the tech and I clutch and burst pipes I'm the type to make sparks fly like love at first sight We should've battled on the first night How you gon' judge me but you don't bang hammers? I'll spray blamma's, it's a wrap for your head like a bandanna Aim at his dreads and I'll pop them locks like a break dancer Give me a straight answer I heard last time you left Cali faster than a Corvette Cause' them real crips found out you threw up the wrong set You was in ya hotel room all stressed and y'all think this p**y will bang? How you gangsta, but you sweet? What you part of? The Sugar Hill Gang? Now you looking real lame, I swear Ars is a mess This whole time shows you an actor That's the only reason you part of a set I'm sparking the tech, Uzi's and hecklers Since you gangsta acting, I'll stick to the script And shoot at ya set like a movie director All them movements and gestures just show that Ars is fake He never sparked the 8 You a serial/cereal k**er just cause' you ate Frosted Flakes? But I don't want y'all to take that that's some sort of hate Since you from Jersey I'll put you all in the dirt Now y'all really can be the Garden State But I f** with the bricks so I ain't saying that y'all all are lame But if y'all keep repping Ars name And he say Jersey thru his blood and thru all his veins I'ma get rid of the bricks like a ball and crane And then retire Jersey like the hall of fame... [Round 2: Arsonal] They flew me out here to give 'em a show, plus to give me some dough You by far the smallest n***a I know If I punched you in your chest, your leg would probably break with it I don't discriminate, I motherf**in' hate midgets How you claim you let your snub loose when I seen you cross dressing Pink leggings and some Ugg boots Now how can I be a fan of him? Thanks to the cameraman there's footage of you f**in' a mannequin You at the beach getting buried in the sand again Stuck now you can't move, so you gotta get a tan again Turn around, we both rap, we had a common goal Your father knows his 22 year old can still at toddler clothes You remind me of a little a** snotty nose Punk who think he pimping because he got a snotty nose My n***a, you been short since The Cosby Show I could tell you on that same sh** Whitney used to shove up Bobby nose You always talking bout how loud your shotty goes You wouldn't wanna fight if I hit you with two body blows I usually rap for a long time, but for you I'ma keep it short I'll beat the swine out this pig eating, Keebler dwarf This ain't the Octagon, this is and dropping bombs Line for line on a delivery boy from Papa Johns Yeah I strive for mine, I deep sea dive for mine Your dude a father time, he got the swag of a soccer mom Con you will get steel smacked, real rap He'll get stomped out til by my bottom b**h until her heel crack On camera your banana will get peeled back For promotion you'll get thrown in the ocean where the seals at He wanna go to Buffalo, where the Bills at I wanna know, if you so hot, where your deal at? I'm signed, I'm ride that motherf**er til the wheels cracked Then I'ma break your trachea and really k** scrap Now I'm 2, or should I say I'm who Is an animal on tracks a lyrical rhymes zoo When I think of Conceited I clearly define dude A tall midget 5'2" who wears a size 5 shoe You so soft, so fragile and delicate A uppercut guarantees his two nostrils separate I'ma set it straight, every take I levitate I drop kick you dead in your chest while you meditate This like Muhammad Ali against a featherweight You a small issue, no taller than a wedding cake This ain't right, you totally hate life But Chucky's your friend to the end cause y'all n***as the same height I'll show up to your door and knock as hard as I can Soon as you answer there's the palm of my hand I shoot til it's empty, my revolver don t jam I'll f** your mom and make you press record on the cam' Damn, I never gave a f** about you Every b**h up in this room could get a buck OR out you You don't give dick to the females, you trick to the females You a rat, they interrogate, you give them the details See I'm a D-Boy and my b**h she a D-Gid Your b**h a seal her p**y smell like sea world Fiend b**h, she s** like she forgot she got teeth She be on her knees so much the b**h forgot she got feet Peep, I'm flyer than ever, I don't hate you So after I roast you we gon go outside and get high together But if you don't pa** me the Dutch I'm break my own leg just to beat your a** with a crutch I'm tough, hungry and agitated, you're getting me aggravated Your sister's a vampire, her p**y I had to slay it It's a shame, your whole life has been fabricated I meant to shoot you out when I masturbated But instead I tucked your mother and ejaculated I wish she would've swallowed you, your a** would've evaporated But now you facing your father getting decapitated Stupid n***a, he's 27 and still ain't graduated…from middle school You ignorant, you been a fool This n***a 4'2" scared to jump in a 5 foot swimming pool And this stupid n***a think he living cool You never seen an 8 ball So tell me how the f** you supposed to win in pool? Keep talking I'ma hang you by your tongue high Pretty boy and that's the reason why your shorty want I See really I'm a big Willy, I'm thinking with my one eye Once I reach for the gauge you start to run by Some tried, but I spit rapidly til I'm tongue tied Cause I'm a predicate felon Cash Addict alumni I spit fire and ifs real hot, he kinds frail, I guess he losing weight Since he decided to take that walk with Jill Scott After my steel pop, he'll drop Your teacher won't have the chalk neither, this time it'll be real cops Outlining, north Brick City yeah I'm south siding I'm getting big, his b**h should get a bib Cause her mouth slobbing, you know nothing ‘bout balling You know nothing ‘bout riding, unless it's a bicycle This n***a must be a vegetarian on my pickle (?) With no mercy, my rhymes colder than an icicle I had nothing n***a, started it out with.... [Round 2: Conceited] You sounded very repetitive, I'ma turn this place to a riot Keep making short jokes, we gon' make David & Goliath I spit Ether so hot that I'm sparking up a flame Ain't nothing fire about you, why is the word Arson in your name? When I'm palming on the thing I'm a leg sizzler Shots turn his dreads from black licorice to red Twizzlers He's a switcher and now he hope that Grind Time hire 'em Cause the real reason Loaded Lux fired him cause he never tell the truth Ever since day one you been lying then/Lion Den But now he started his own sh** I knew there was something weird about it Ultimate Warrior named after a wrestler So I know there's nothing real about it And he does Hulkamania leg drops and your nuccas be gossiping? n***a you look just like Booker T Washington That's probably why he took the whole wrestling mute To make you feel at home this is WCW, sight so word Then you got dreads, Whoopie Goldberg n***a you not popping it and you never squirt the toast Only thing you have in common with the Tech 9 and Hollow's Is that you spit the same verse to both But I ain't mad at the sh** you reciting often You did what's right Ars, you supposed to recycle garbage Now let's be honest, you give gang members a bad name When you twist your fingers and throw your clique in the air Cause you a b**h, just continue to twist OR your hair Speaking of which I let a clip spit at this dip sh** It won't be that Canadian rapper when I shoot at this Kid's Twists You better sleep with one eye open like Slick Rick I'll make this b**h strip, take his clothes, switch my gears like a stick shift I'll have Darell stuck up like rich chicks Now this "Crip" love to tell stories and loves to rep Grape Street Well I know real Grapes and they don't like scrubs You screaming out Watts like you some type thug Only Watts you know deal with a lightbulb So don't get all hyped up, you just beating yourself You the Brad Pitt of Fight Klub I light slugs let a clip spark at your feet so you could Crip walk Get pissed off when I grip that steel Put him in a wheelchair, now you can be a Crip for real I'ma break his eyes till he can't see Bruise him till he's all purple then throw him on Grape Street Make a quick call and have Day go through Lush, you said in Oakland they smoke grapes? I bet in Watts them Grapes smoke you Cause I know real Grape dudes that'll make this Grapefruit leak grape juice What could this fake Grape tell me? You'll get spread with the biscuit, now you grape jelly See you stay yelling to hide your lack of creativity You get amped when you rapping, you screaming for no reason You Samuel Jackson You got no character, no cadence, no lyrics either A 5 dollar flow with no delivery, you Little Caesars And no Crips believe your cause everything you say is a made up story You never slide shells and the fifth To make sales on the strip to see the dough You a TV show, all we hearing is Tales From The Crip A bunch lies, corny bars and a couple lines I'll chop off them dreads before your Busta Rhymes I'll dump the 9 and snipe lead Turn them dark blue chucks you always rap about to bright red And snipe lead when I'm throwing up slugs You might think he switched gangs when he's throwing up Blood [Round 3: Arsonal] Your breath smell like sh** mixed with clam chowder That ain't no damn sour, f** bubble gum You need to but your f**ing tongue in a damn shower The top of your head come to your dude navel We ain't battle at the Fight Klub cause they said You wouldn't of been able to see above the pool table You don't look that Conceited to me You like a little boy with skinny jeans and smedium T All this gun co*king and clapping talk will get you put in a box kid A uppercut to you, weenie, you gon run out the door like QP and Fox did You only 4'10" so why you rant and scream? Let's try gambling, $100 say he can't tap the backboard off a trampoline Dwarfism is what I call an issue, it most be hard to kiss you When your girl about 6 feet taller than you You'll go to jail for a starter pistol And let your cellmate use your forehead for some toilet tissue Why is that? Cause you soft and you feminine Talking bout "I'm pretty, my complexion is the glossiest cinnamon" You out here in the Bay lying to these white b**hes Trying to get a date for tonight, talking bout you a dark skin Dominican That's why n***as hoping you lose, you was the worst mistake To every come through your mother's fallopian tubes I choke you and hope that you ooze Strangle your neck than your throat will be bruised Then stick a mouse trap in both of your shoes I'll advise you not to load your gauge Cause I'ma Chuck Norris chop you, disarm you Than pile drive you on your shoulder blades I'm loud, I'm high, if I don't blow the Haze I might Shawn Michaels super kick you in some rollerblades f** heaven, you in solar space You got the body of a 6 year old girl with a cobra face So I know you a slithery a** snake Who wears skinny leg jeans, Prada's and glittery a** Bape's But you from BK, n***a you from Green Bay And you work as a change toll collector on a freeway You needed better school, you claiming you the maaaaan on the pedestal n***a you need to staaaaaand on a stepping stool So we can finally talk man to b**h You may not know, but Conceited's considered naughty on Santa's list I'm a mixture of Marshall Mathers and Canibus I'll torture you by making you slowly sip on your grandma's piss Then feed you banana clips and that's desert f** battling me, you need to worry about Dude who say he gon f** you up after work Cause I've travelled, I'm good, I've battled around half the Earth Ratchet burst, Casket, Hearse, Paul Bearer, Pastor, Church You a dead bird, pigeon gone Is it true all little people are fans of midget p**n?! I'm the king and you a little pawn Other words, Mr. Potato-Head height with the little arms Game over, your midget a** need a make over I know it's a small world, but I'd be damned if little people take over To beat me, you gon need a verse from Jigga, Jay, Hova One hundred and eight soldiers and a f**ing flame thrower In battle I'm on top of this, you about as real as Metropolis I shove my dick and a Rhinoceros down your sisters esophagus Stop talking like your hand on the metal n***a how you gon do a drive by? You jump in the driver seat and your feet don't even land on the pedal You need 4 phonebooks to sit on, n***a you should just fly there At 6 Flags they said you gotta be this tall to get on So we know you can't ride there! '09 is my year, Oakland what's cracking? He'll die here We at the dinner table, this n***a eating Yoga in a high chair With a bib and a pacifier in a diaper full of soft sh** I'll f** you up physically, no hand work, all kicks I'll have your n***as like "Add sh**! That n***a Ars sick He done turned Con to one of the cast members in Saw 6" I hate grown men with baby faces And I actually hate people, that's mainly racist I'm felon, back in Jersey I'm on the run, I got 80 cases You a a** eater, your tongue all in that lady an*s You like bu*t in your mouth That's why you smoke cigarettes on a daily basis I'm the man with my black a**, I squeeze hands and my Mac blast Is there a reason I'm battling Wee-man from Jacka**? I get it cracking, we could get it popping, full cost How I'm supposed to take you serious when Willy Wonka is your boss? This the truth, I wouldn't lie to you, but what type of guy are you That can actually stand straight the f** up And don't gotta bend down when he tie his shoe? Are you white or black? Dominican? Latino? Cripping or Damu? Conceited wouldn't be ill with the swine flu Every STD possible and cancer times 2 Or even the actual AIDS virus secretly living inside you Brooklyn can't find you with a flashlight in the daytime Cause you the neighborhood predator little man You made Dateline bout 8 times This n***a talking real nasty on the chat room Beating his dick off in the bathroom I bet you right now it's a 12 year old girl waiting for him in the backroom I don't give a f**, you talking all this squirting You don't pop sh** but a shirt tag You's a skinny, scrawny, filthy f**ing sh** foot dirtbag And last but not least, I bust my clip If I do this one more time, stand on my homies shoulders I'll be the height that you could s** my dick [Round 3: Conceited] I shine like pearls and some glitters, but look at my ears The girl in the backroom, that girl is your sister Now listen I'm starting to think Arsonal's dumb With that whole little style you pulled Where'd the f** you get the name Arsonal from? Is it to show the many was that Arsonal's garbage? Or is it because all you got is an Arsenal of losses I'm so sick when I spit my bars make you nauseous I'm sharper than the top of arrows They wouldn't let you stay in The Booth if you was Colin Farrell That's because you don't say anything swell I'm emptying shells you New Jersey Devil I'll send 'em to Hell In your video blog you called me a window shopper, b**h I'm a star! The only way I'm window shopping is if I'm buying tints for the car Why you spitting them bars? You sound like a p**y A b**h! A herb!! Know you want no action Mary cause he's scared of a/Aye Verb That means you don't sprout guns no matter the outcome You been to the East and the West in the map and the bottom But St. Louis got you scared to be in the middle like Malcolm Now you know after that I ain't losing I'll make sure that pilot drop you off in St. Louis Better get ready to rip that tight shirt and spit them choppers Cause I'ma say, "Yo he's right thurr" and have them Hitmen Holla I'm hotter All you rap about is how b**hes will s** you and a b**h will touch you n***a I don't even think that a b**h would f** you So stop saying you be cashing them checks You a rookie and you battling vets The only time you got p**y is when you backed out from battling Rex Now it's time for me slashing your neck, Ok said you go to Caine University So you be in the campus courtyard Your life's not gang related school boy Only B's and C's you know about go on report cards We all know that Llama is on him His guns might go bam boom but mine sound like this.... Cause the silencers on 'em See this is the same place you lost last time now you gon defeat yourself Isn't it awkward/Okwerd how history repeats itself? But that's not a shout out As far as the West I got love for (?), Dizaster and Pa**wurdz tough But the rest of them nerds s**, I'll f** Okwerdz up! I'm the type to move the rock first, I'm like Cavemen The extra clips go for the Ruger, the silencer's on the 5's and semis The Inf beam go on top 8's like my Myspace friends So I don't know why you talking and yelling, I be sparking the weapon It won't be a cartoon when all your dogs go to Heaven I'm armed with the weapon, I co*k and I shoot it Now they'll be playing gospel songs gothic music Lose it and I'm popping these Rugers Have your whole fam lighting up candles, you ain't gotta be Jewish Try to be stupid Ars, you approaching a Gorilla I got toasters to deliver, sh** floating in your liver You see my finger holding on the trigger I'll have his body like Tina Turner, Rolling On A River