Arsonal Da Rebel - Arsonal vs Dizaster (2010) lyrics

[Round 1: Dizaster] You overrated f*ggot I mean the world hates you more than they hate me And I think I finally know why You're like that annoying creature in every single f**ing video game that just won't die No matter what I do today he'll say that he's better rapping I could have him on the floor in a position where his neck is snapping Take a machete, hack him into several fractions, and he'll put himself back together and say that it never happened See people say that you're supposed to be your own worst critic But when it comes to dick riding yourself Your boy Ars' here doesn't know the limit He talk about himself like he's so terrific But when you said you bodied everybody you ever battled Homie that's when you overdid it Cause you said you beat Rich Dolarz, b**h, no you didn't! You said you beat Okwerdz, b**h, no you didn't! You even said you beat Conceited, alright, yeah, you did After we confirmed this battle on Twitter Ars' was trying to back out like a hoe Everyone saw him, tweet-tweet-tweet "What is Dizaster attacking me for? Lush I want more money or I'm not gonna do this battle no more" Listen, p**y, you wear the gayest shirts I've ever seen since Mase when he praising church And to make things worse, you motherf**ing recycle every single thing you say and say the verse This motherf**er right here heard Mistah Fab's album And he said it was straight up dirt He said, "So what he ghost ride his school bus? I do that every day on my way to work." I ain't gon' diss Smack or [?], those are two businessmen who clearly go their head set. Why else do you think this f*ggot Arsonal doesn't have one battle on URL yet? But this is Grind Time, homie, you ain't f**ing with us You like reverse Rosa Parks cause you're always on the front of the bus They say I'm scared to go to the east, what the f** for? I'll show up to Loaded Lux door Take a sh** on his front porch and tell him I want war I'll scream into his mail box "They'll give you a mil' to do it, even 1.14!" And he never came out, he had his mother open the front door and tell me to put up more! [Round 1: Arsonal] First of all, let me get my spit on Here's some sh** that I'ma get on I been here since Wednesday f**ing morning And he had the same sh** on Habib, why you playing with me? You ain't nothing but a racist gypsy I run in your Masjid and bring a fresh piece of bacon with me When you was learning to make bombs, I was making hickeys Your mind set is: "The world is mine and I'm going to take it with me!" Eat sh**, your terrorist f**, your mom's a therapist s*ut She drink bath water and elephant nut That b**h will such a booger out an elephant tust It's no way this genie would ever turn the Rebel to dust Now first he escaped from Guantanamo Bay then flew to Amsterdam Kidnapped an American cameraman, took him back to Afghanistan Said, "Al humdu Allah" three hundred times, did the Hammer Dance Then you drop to your knees to pray n***a, you don't stand a chance I'll hop kick you while they try to rush you to the hospital I'ma crash that school bus into your ambulance My tool tuck if two bust, you the panic man And I know you can prevent yourself from choking cause your grandma can That old b**h pop them teeth out, I pop my meat out We send you to the your room and hang a sign that say "Keep out" Now you pondering, wondering what are we 'bout to do So you decide to make a bomb and then sneak out You bring that sh** to Newark if you want And you'll be held hostage Anthrax in your package Big Laden, you'll be mailed boxes Your arm, leg, leg, arm, had, a lot in mailboxes And please believe Darrell hands connect With whoever Darrell boxes My n***a you don't got a bus pa** And your eyebrows are thicker than Dr. Robotnik's mustache You f** f*gs. Matter fact, your eyebrows get trimmed with the same lawn mower your rich father uses to cut gra** What you thought I'd pull a Jin And wasn't gonna be making it on time? To M.O.B., Ma**acre Of The Bay, not making my own bomb? The key to winning this battle is saving your third rhyme Making sure your punches land and saying them on time Now you on your solo sh**, your dolo sh** Your b**h respect my gadget I say go-go dick and she jump on that pogo stick Now I"m on your big screen, me and her, p**no flick You oh so sick, meet Arsonal's round house dojo kick Here some Reverend Run wisdom, whoever you go-go get When I bring Mac out I bet your team black out like them n***a that Jojo with You don't wanna take it to LA, he know why He know I am the B.O.Y That'll beat him in the back of his neck With the same brick that Craig used on Debo eye [Round 2: Dizaster] I'll admit, right about now, this dude is busting sick But when he did that move and got on his knees I really thought he was gonna s** my dick Y'all wondering why I'm always snapping and cursing? Cause I get to see firsthand the ma**ive amounts of cash that Grind Time staff is dispersing On rappers who haven't put in half as much work As we all have to deserve it I wouldn't be mad at you for getting stacks I would think this cat is actually worth it if after all your battles you didn't act like such a f*ggot in person Why's it when a street dude loses to a Grind Time rapper He walks around acting all bu*t hurt? You can't be humble, instead you wanna mumble a bunch of cuss words and call us some dumb nerds But when a Grind Time rapper loses to a street dude It's just as bad if not much worse Cause we gotta run back to the suburbs and tell everyone we lost to the same old played out f**ing gun verse You got smashed by Ok' and started acting mad and uptight But it wasn't the fact it was a Grind Time rapper It was the fact he was white You're like, "I can't go to Jers' after they heard I got served by this nerd rapper How could I put in words not to sound like I got murked by a 'burbs cracker? Got damn it, this Okwerdz a sh** head, he's a squirrel master." In the hood when you lose to a white boy you lose all of your props So when he went back home to Jers' With his head down and he started to pout His father opened up the door and he started to shout Like, "Darrell, bring yo' a** inside and sit down on the couch Me and you got something we should be talking about Now you win some and lose some in life And that's beyond a doubt This ain't a loss this is an opportunity to put your music out." And he's like, "But dad, that white boy..." "Did you just say white boy? Now get yo' black a** out of my house!" Now you calling out Dot Mob? Man, leave T-Rex alone You're like an archaeologist The way you stay polishing T-Rex's bone This motherf**er told Rex online When he see him he would slap him Damn, five feet away from each other and nothing happened Nothing happened… Hold on, hold on, hold on… nothing happened!