[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
I'm a different type of drug homie, I'm wrapped up packing strife
What's all the attitude for? Oh, cause you ain't half as nice?
Talking bout you ran blocks
n***a in ya school bus you wouldn't run traffic lights
Arsonal ain't worth smacking
Yo Shotgun if I smack him, I still don't get bragging rights
You around kids all day, how the f** you live the savage life?
You got that full house, Bob Saget, Baptist life
Soft a** crip
He'll probably bleed to d**h if I grazed him with a fabric wipe
Since he be around schools, cool I could calculate
Hop on his bus I'm yelling "kids evacuate"
Look at the camera like it's Holla I'm a fry his face
Pick up the dessie, black board you get dry erased!
Don't play me dumb my n***a I'm a scholar cat
You don't really think that you better, I could honor that
I'm in Newark New Jersey they whispering that's that Holla cat
They shoot I'm firing back yelling I roger that
In the east to where the rocking the Doger's hat
Beyonce's home town back up to where the pirates at
Fall back and take a L you ain't got a choice hell
Leave his throat in an envelope then I send it to his folks
That's a voicemail
On a scale of one to 10 your raps, about a zero
Y'all put the new villain against a guitar hero
Who you think you foolin' Ars you bring cops through
Gangstas, k**as thugs I bring the block through
His homeboy keep talking while I'm rapping, not cool
The contract said I can't hit this n***a, not you!
All that g**ning lifting the 40 up, not true!
Here's a list of some stupid sh** you should not do
I come around, you around, do not move!
Don't crack a smile, I'm not ya pal, we're not cool
You gold fishes not allowed in the croc' pool
And if they jump in understand that they croc' food
With that being said that leave him with two options
First spit ya verse, keep it rap
We can put on a show you know for the folks watching
Or two, get stupid and instead of YouTube
Smack gon' have to upload this footage and send it to most shocking
We can fight or shoot it out, it's whatever let's have a slug fest
At any minute I'll drop him I'm like a drug test
Shout out to them 60 crips, where them bloods at?
GD's, Vice Lords, Grape? You never was that
Be yourself that's what you oughta do
You ain't ever been in the field, show me a scar or two
Hitman, I'm one human being but got the heart of two
If you don't understand my warning I bet ya daughter do
BALL GAME!
[Round 1: Arsonal]
I'll slap you so hard, ya baby mother other baby father gon' hate me
Now say something bout grape street watch them n***as go crazy
I was born in the 80's I was torn as a baby
f** you was on that made you think you was gon' erase me
I spit you spit he relapses, you remy, verb next, 3 caskets
Someone please tell the dinininon I don't do rematches
My name Arsonal don't act like yell don't remember me
I'm the same n***a that tortured you right after flaming remedy
Now I'm supposed to show dude some sympathy
Cause his first charge was wandering
And he just did 3 months for mistaken identity
I got that syrup fiend begging me I got that metal thing next to me
Just seen verb play grand pops thru Gerald's teen pregnancy
Your son, he a nice kid and I know he like his pops
I'll introduce him to that night stick cuz I know he watches cops
To prevent his a** from acting wild
I should've pistol whipped his baby mother in the bellybu*ton
While she was pregnant with ya f*ggot child
I'm disrespectful f** it, whatever you wanna call it
Ya son should've been a miscarriage pool of blood floating in ya toilet
His father gon' be p**y regardless, he ain't gon grow up to be sh**
Brenda should've threw your baby in the garbage
But me ain't no need for acting, n***a u see I'm cracking
You softer than that n***a that be barking when Conceited rapping
Like "eat em" and you know you can't beat em!
You hold hostages you deprive little girls of their freedom
And you look like a Saudi Arabian Dominican Ethiopian at lost so that Puerto Rican
Now when I get home and the bank don't clear the check
I'm back in Newark airport I'm jumping on the nearest jet
I come to St. Louis to clear your set
Beat everybody on his block to d**h with Squidwards clarinet
You got a swag like Mr. Krabs, just a f*g
Waiting for Xzibit to knock on ya door and pimp ya cab
No racks, I'ma bang you with the left 'til
I see that small intestine start to dangle out ya chest
I'ma choke you til you claim you out of breath
I'ma bang bang you with the tech on the roof
And then I'm a slang you down the steps
I'm a gangsta I b**h slap a b**h rapper
And I just made this Hitman Holla after that natural disaster
I car jack you, you will not get ya Honda back
Six hadouken then an open E. Honda slap
Two sonic booms and then show you where my Blanka at
Then switch cartridges slowly equip my Contra gat
I come to ya breakfast shove ya head in the damn eggs
Rip ya torso watch ya blood pour slow on ya pancakes
Kick in the front door and shove ya face in the fan blade
Rampage, you gon need a life size band aid
One call will make the homies touch you
You'll get punched in the face with a fist full of rings
And think Kobe snuck you
Ya b**h just a fiend that isn't clean I made her s** ya dick
With a mouth full of peroxide and Listerine
Now ya sh** burn cause her lips burn
You sizzy slipping and twitching
Like Smokey when he was talking to Big Worm
Ya baby mother named Chippy D Fishburne
Ya big homie 36 with no side burns and a slick perm
You talk cash money you ain't got no dough
No bread, no cheese you got a nacho flow
I rain on this n***a parade, wear a poncho
Shut the f** up n***a it's not ya go
Ya name Hitman Holla
[Round 2: Hitman Holla]
I always knew you was a fraud Ars'
You the type that ain't never shot a shell
I mean you a cool dude, but let me let y'all in on a secret about Darrell
Y'all remember when he got on youtube bluffing?
Him and T-Rex going back and forth about a whole lot of nothing
Arsonal swore up and down he clap techs
I remember like it was yesterday
He said, "at the next URL event I'ma smack Rex"
I said "damn, dude might be gangsta" I miss that? You sh**ting me
Who was on that card smack? Ill, Surf, Ice, Tech, Hollow and Big T
For some strange reason I f**ing believed him
Not all rappers lie, I mean well over most of 'em
But make a long story short I spotted both of them
I said, "aww sh** any time now Arsonal should be approaching him!
He should take that angle and smack him that way"
In my head I started coaching him
He turned around and saw Rex and saw me and did this
Man I saw the ghost in him, his heart beating fast
He nervous I'm losing hope for him
I gave him the benefit of the doubt like maybe he too sober
He don't wanna f** up the battles he probably waiting til it's over
We get outside, that's on my mom's children
n***a waved bye to every rapper in the building
You f**in disgrace, you let ya whole block down
Cause if a St. Louis n***a made a threat, what time is it?
A n***a would begetting shot now
I give a f** about you poppin a bottle, I don't drink ho
I thought you was supposed to check me in person, I ain't think so
Fake a**, mark a**, fraud a** n***a been lying longer than Kirilenko
Look me in my eyes I'll punch you if you even blink slow
St. Louis Missouri, yeah call us the battle state
Shots in that polo horse till that saddle break
His homie come around he fronting put on his battle face
See me and then get the shaking, you just a rattled snake
Who bang with him? Pull ya salary out
Pow pow that 50 cal knock some calories out
GrindTime charged him, I take them batteries out
Since he think he so cold I knock ya allergies out
I'm a grown man's man who chose to bring a child in
You had a better chance of winning throwing the towel in
My career running thousands after thousands
His career Darrell Jones clean up, where? aisle 10
You a herb that'll squeal, a nerd with a deal
Ain't worthy of my sk**s, just resemblance
Y'all rep the states, I ball, I put on them jersey's for real
[Round 2: Arsonal]
First of all ya mother played professional rugby
She the goalie during soccer season
You wear the thongs and ya b**h do the boxer briefing
I'm in the south where all year round it's chopper season
Give me a proper reason cop and squeezing Holla stop ya breathing
Where you wanna be? In front of me is the last place
Put a pump in ya mouth Holla and ask you how that gas taste
Make you kiss ya b**h now in her tongue, you got that
You staring at that b**h with that I ate a** face
Ewww that's some nasty a** kinky sh**
b**h look like Rasheed Wallace with nappy a** kinky twist
Herpes on ya ding-a-ling and that's why you think you sick
He f**ing b**hes raw with that lumped up stinky dick
You moving white for Eazy chip, easy b**h
I aim above ya brim I squeeze slow, leave you leaking quick
I knock them sh**s out that you eating with
You go above the rim I pull a birdy on any n***a that think he flip
Get it? I snatch ya ball cap fitted
I done traveled across the world, we use all that pivot
Ya b**h don't sell the p**y we just call that rented
No walls somehow even my car crashed in it
You gangsta that don't at all matter, to me you a fraud rapper
I car jack ya than pistol whip you til ya jaw shatter
Headbu*t hard hat ya, reach into ya b**h p**y pull out ya daughter out
And feed ya new born ya gallbladder
I'll pay a greedy b**h to squeeze ya dick until ya balls splatter
You wouldn't be a big man if you was Shag or Pau Gasol ladder
You lil' dumb a**, under 21 a**, bum a**
Special ed only had one cla**, lil b**h, lil dick premature cum a**
Used to let the school bully sh** in ya lunch bag
n***a, little p**y a** pervert, Hitman Holla?
Ya name Gerald Dean Girbert
Ya b**h s**ing spit til I ejaculate yogurt
You the type open the freezer and stick yo sh** in the sherbet
Now I'm a dog no fraternity or gold boots
I'll name Marlon and don't nobody really no Juice
See I'm crippin but I don't know Snoop
I know Verb and he a b**h
He ain't got sh** but some kids and a gold tooth
Nothing to show for, no car, no chauffeur
No coupe, no four door, n***a that's not couture
Holla you sure you want all of this? I advise you call it quits
Before the rebel start to ball his fist
Dash came to St. Louis and saw ya b**h
Acting wild blacking out acting wild
For a black and mild and a harbor mist, now that there dumb
I'll I dare yung to put his hands to me and shoot my black a** the fair one
You the type a n***a I pop with a flair gun straight disrespect you
Dig in my nose and put the snot in ya ear drum
I don't wear mask I rob this n***a bare face, bare a**
Put ya full structure in a full body air cast
In a hospital fill his oxygen tank up filled with tear gas
Make sure his car in a deer crash, without the seat belts and airbags
That b**h ain't yours n***a you share a**
You wondering why Grindtime ain't call you?
Cause you dirty n***as is pure a**
Look he sad with his head down, so I'm talking and walking with you
That target I'm gonna rip you with rocket launcher missiles
You gonna need bounty, the quilted picker up and lots of toilet tissues
Cause when that Glock and that 40 hit you from Marvin the Martians pistol
I'm bout my money I need more bread
And I be damned if I lose to a n***a that think he cornbread
I'm the n***a eating chicken wings, four legs
Why is your head shaped like a camel back on a horse head?
Go ahead and talk about the bol dreads
And how you gon' pull em out one by one until I got a bald head
You're and informant you call feds
You 28 years old at ya mommy house and you still sleep in ya car bed
You got a twin size Lamborghini ya pillow where ya trunk at
Ya father name Houdini and his widow is a hunch back
I f**ed ya mother mouth I put my dick where her tongue at
She said "my throat kidnapped my seed and you not getting ya son back"
[Round 3: Hitman Holla]
In other words, 4th quarter, cool show me primetime
This n***a first down marker on the sideline
Yeah I'm from a dangerous city, so im bout mine
Arsonal I'm built for this game I made the guidelines
Uppercuts, hooks and jabs we don't box sh**
Glock clips you wouldn't block these shots with Josh Smith
Soo-woo what's poppin what that bread about?
Five point flag on the weapon show him what red about
One phone call and the whole mob is heading out
Snip him, stitch him doctors will have to thread him out
f** what you heard I'm that n***a you should've read about
Shells through his living room window I really egg his house
Arsonal a loser he just spelling the cause
Don't believe that bullsh** that he selling to y'all
Pay close attention his name telling it all
Yeah he got an A-R... SO Will he bust it?
Nah, he a f**ing fun boy and he devastating to AL(L)
I'm on a money route, my destination is ball
I took this battle in seconds no preparation at all
He on his high horse cause he thinking that his family royal
I'll run through ya family royal
You a prince? Well I'll snatch ya princess, trigger f** her with twin techs
And the queen where they fly by next
They ricocheted and hit the king mama like Delonte West
Bar for bar he was out matched, cooking this n***a
When I finish him the outback, four words when I'm in beef
Where his house at?
b**bies at his crib I put a bomb where his couch at
Shotgun reload, Arsonal got his spouse clapped
Everybody get it I'm sending shots where the mouse at
War time and you in the front? I doubt that?
All that super loud sh**, rowdy rowdy wild sh**
Just letting me know that you ain't about that
This n***a can't see me mentally physically or spiritually
Not this co*k s**er, literally
I'm a real n***a, I really just wanna drop it
Cause I don't feel comfortable talking about the topic
But all that g**ning you do, I saw that picture
You got some explaining to do
Who's the he-she? Is it true? Was it photoshop? Is it you?
The camera don't lie, if you watch and see
That one round he did with Dizaster what you do? Drop to his knees
I was nice at 14, back then I let them techs rattle
Nowadays I let that tech rattle
f** judging, Smack you better bring paramedics to my next battle
0-Red, Shotgun, Tsu Surf, Arsonal all lame
Two words after this, Ball game!
[Round 3: Arsonal]
Yo breath hot and stinky that's a bad mix, you black b**h
Ya mouth smell like you just swallowed a big bag of a** chips
Ya tongue probably smell like a giant ba** fish
Whiting, tuna, tilapia and catfish
Whoever booed will get beat and then stuck up
I'll beat and then bu*t f** ya mother then beat ya brothers the f** up
Tough luck Hitman, I squeeze until the clip jam
You'll have better luck next year every year like a Knicks fan
After the steal pa** the rock to ya big man
So I can k** him, the scarecrow and the tin man
I show Gerald the dirt, grab metal then squirt
St. Louis y'all move regular work
Y'all bout to witness little Gerald get murked
Hitman gon' follow in the same footsteps as Gerald Lavert
You'll be another dead n***a missing
Ill looking at you like "do it baby you got it" go ahead Holla give him kiss
I'll back hand him twice then give him fist
Three rounds of d**h nah f** it probably give him six
I don't play I cop blam blam
I love to watch ya baby mother pop that pretty p**y on a hand stand
How much you wanna bet everybody in jersey
That really like the Nets will beat the sh** out of the Rams fans
I put the house on him, know that that house haunted
When he battled in Halloween this n***a mother had her mouth on it
That trick treated at her own f**ing house warming
Ya father walked out and on his back he had ya couch on it
Now how I thought of that I see things clear
Think before you act, how many lost to me this year?
I pay a random b**h to leave this queer to the woods
Then give that b**h a new objective, Steve McNair
You need to stick to basketball cause once you get the yapping off
I get the trap involved and dead n***as cannot rap at all
You coochie you just acting hard, f**in bloody pussies
Running red lights, n***a directing traffic wrong
Lights camera action n***a we on, what type of sh** he on
Let me let y'all in on a secret, he ain't the shooter
He the shooting guard he get his 3 on
Old booty a** n***a he brick and don't get his D on
Ya brother is a peon and ya mother's name is Leon
I unlock this n***a life I got my top of the key on
Then I pop this n***a wife in my block in a neon
Superman that ho I did the dougie than a deon
That mean I touched her with my dick , she touched back got her meat on
Without the in zone I'm strong enough to bend chrome
My saliva stronger to ya face will break ya chin bone
Ya b**h blacker than me with that dark a** skin tone
Blacker the berry sweeter the juice, no sprint phone
I don't fear you, the east don't hear you
I'm so far ahead you I can't spot you in my rearview
My shank slide down you like ya tears do
Tear you put the second knife in you to skin you and then I wear you
I'm Holla now! I clap and make ya black blacka
You don't wanna smash knuckles
I amputate yo leg to beat yo face with yo calf muscles
You done let that gra** bluff you, talking bout you better than Biggie
You ain't better than Diggy, ask Russell
I sh**, take a dookie on em, reach, pull the toolies on 'em
Since I moved to new Orleans I'ma lean and get groovy on 'em
Beat the men behind him get six bodies, Lil Boosie on 'em
Hurricane or Wayne I get my Lil' Tunechi on him
I pick your girl up, I'm a drop her on my f**in' bed
Lift my dick up and let it drop on her f**in' head
Punch her in the a** til her booty cheek is f**in' red
Then make that b**h wash and retwist every motherf**in' dread