Arsonal Da Rebel - Shotty Horroh vs. Arsonal lyrics

[Round 1: Shotty Horroh] Some said I wasn't gonna show up Well, that's what the talking's about But I show up for the showdown To show off when the show's on for all of the crowd I am here; applyin' fear like a .44 or a hawk in your mouth When someone forces you to withdraw an amount More than a mortgage and house out of your storage account I am fear, like walking towards that last zombie corpse on the ground after you've used all of your rounds And you're not sure if he's down You are scared, it's unfair, that's why he needs to bring his mates to portray he's some John Gotti But our names says it all He needs an Arsonal and I just need that one Shotty "We don't talk about guns here, sunshine!" Because you don't know the customs in our bits London man will roll up to the club with two old muskets rolled up in a carpet folded under their armpits Unroll the rug to expose the type of guns that look like trumpets or something you used to use for hunt in safaris Point it right in your face Without so much than a yard between the gun and the target Buck will put the finishing touches to the Predator look this motherf**er has started Tell that crab with the dreads he isn't f**ing with Arnie But wait, I'm a white guy, from England And I have no business talking about that "Crip" sh** But I do want to talk about that b**h sh** When you nearly got your wig split by Trick Trick You told him you didn't know Shotgun Suge Then got on stage and admitted that you did, prick Soon as you let that sh** slip We saw your face change and your pitch shift You noticed you wasn't in your district You was probably on his hitlist, so you gave Calicoe the puppy dog eyes and tried hopping onto his dick You denied knowing Suge like Peter denied Jesus We can take this sh** to the Biblics! Whereas I will die for my brothers And those I have chose to live with I will refer to those from all religions I don't promote the Holy Scriptures All I'm saying, the minute you deny the folks you sit with It exposed the b**h in that soldier image What did you think, bro? You was gonna gonna roll to England and face some over British Chauffer-driven bloke that flows about tea, toast and biscuits, cricket and bowling wickets? What did you think, I wouldn't expose you like the photo pictures loaded up by Loaded Lux of Calicoe when he was going swimmin'? p**y, know your limits! What did you think, bro? I wasn't as cold as most of them old folks in your own division? And I would have leaved you voted with them I don't give a f** if it's no votes and no decisions The people at home have a right to their own opinions And the polls and posts are gonna show the business This is for the folks at home to witness; focus, listen How can this man hear me? I'm leaving Ars in another predicament than Van Persie when they transferred him You wanna talk about gat burstin' and crack servin' p**y, I know you don't put that work in Only time Arsonal lets shooters go Is to Mancini or that twat Fergie Says he's a gangsta though But if he's catching bodies then why's he touring? If they've got warrants out for the Glocks he's fired And he opt to fly then the cops'll find him, surely? But when they did that background check-out And his background checked out They didn't stop him trying to board it It was like they finished top four Like the way Arsonal qualified for Europe DON'T FLOP ALL fu*kING DAY! [Round 1: Arsonal] Once again I'm here, in another cracker's country In another cracker's face, taking another cracker's money Now if this cracker crack a smile I'ma say ain't nothing f**ing funny You are ugly. In the UK, Arsenal's a household name A known fact that'll get you far Wait, I used that against Conceited I gotta give this Shotty b**h a different bar My last two opponents both sniffed coke But through a different straw Since you like football, I'll chop your head off your shoulders, 'mate', and kick that sh** before it hit the floor You'd sure fly across this room Break every lamp and dent the door All before it fall into the GOAL! I did all that just to score You the type to put a date rape drug in a drink Don't hit the who*e You got too much pride to ask for my "ortograrf" So you still ask me for my signature Now, last night I was this close to dig his lover I walked out the bedroom to get the rubber Come back, lift the covers His b**h and my baby... f**ing Stifler's mother Little freak b**h, every day of the week b**h She wanna snack into a Slim Jim Ooh yeah, and slobber on that beef stick Real talk, no joking, I'll f** you up on some G sh** Then do it again a little different And call it the "Beat Yo' Ass Remix" Wait, wait, wait. I said that too. Ness was the Beat Yo' Ass Remix, so Shotty, I might have to beat your a** truly They gon' film me beating your a** And make a Beat Yo' Ass movie I'ma get a** off beating your a** From one of these Beat Yo' Ass groupies Then have my homeboys come carjack you For your beat-up a** hoopdie Now, us fellas know the best place to write rhymes is on the toilet or on an aircraft I mean, I see straight through the garbage you got in store for me; your raps clear trash Now, I'll strap you on a new year Jag doing 95 on a d**hpath So when you crash Syringe needles and razors pop out the airbag You got a vest on? Headshot. You got a helmet? Neckshot Ruger in my right hand, two straps and a left Glock It's funny how your body went from flesh to a wetspot I'm squeezing down on my left and right trigger to shoot Like I'm still playing my Xbox What would you do for a Klondike? Let me guess, you'd f** that Big Ang b**h from the Mob Wives That Blicker ring, I'm hittin' things Your whole career was side swiped Unanymous intervened DNA throw him in the chicken wing without the fried rice To beat me you gon' need street fighters; Ken and Ryu. You gon' need Megan Good's mom's voodoo doll from Eve's Bayou Two midgets on mopeds with broke legs to breeze by you And a book on how to deceive That mean's Adam need Eve's bible You big f*g, I'll run up on you, pop, slap his dad Give him whiplash, then put a hand grenade in his sh**bag You a b**h a** cracker who wouldn't ride if this was Six Flags I swear to God I'll put every word on the stitching in my Crip flag I'm out in London on some ape sh** Grape sh**, bandana on my face sh** Have him muted, this n***a wouldn't say sh** He unable to talk; he'd be the n***a to catch a case with! I'll call him "Amnesia;" your memory get erased quick Let me put my hands up and step back for this, because if you a G in any way, shape or form, you should react to this If you got any respect for the relatives that pa**ed I should get slapped for this What I'm saying is, I shouldn't be able to say another motherf**ing word after this But I'm glad your uncle dead, fathead He wasn't nothing but a knucklehead crackhead With a head full of ringworms and a face full of blackheads He deserved to get caught in the crossfire When that MAC spread, and if God gave him a second chance at life I'd wish him back dead! On some wild goth sh**. I'd go to his grave, dig him up, chop his body and smoke his ashes on some How High sh** And as soon as his ghost appear I'ma turn into Dan Aykroyd and hit him with that Ghostbuster Just to make sure the coast is clear And when I meet him in the upper room After the angels bring supper to him I swear to God, we gon' stomp him in front of Jesus Me and a hundred goons Now, if I'm lying, I'm dying and I ain't dead, so here's the topic Last night, I was on a stage at a rave And a crowd was forming a moshpit I saw a n***a getting shot, brutally beat, dropkicked, and a Vietnamese gangster done stabbed a n***a with a chopstick I'm thinking in my head, "Damn, that's some nasty a** sh**." Out the corner of my eye I see this nasty a** b**h It was Shotty Horroh's mom flashing them saggy a** tits I told my dawg put his paws on her, he Lil' Scrappy'd that b**h Three minutes. Listen, I get love in the room From the men, women and children And tell that f**ing security guard I'm the only thug in the building [Round 2: Shotty Horroh] This is Saw, I am Jigsaw. You wanna play a game, don? Don't Flop got some kinda hype And you've tried to walk through this door with that sensor beam, so I constructed a trap attached to the frame's lock... A 12-gauge prop with its aim locked And a brain shot, soon as you get your foot in the chain pops Breaks off, forcing the mechanism to press the trigger And give him ghostface features, like a tape of Raekwon's What I'm saying is, it's a trap He walked into that Sensa And walked into a Shotty taking his face off! You wanna box like Rocky, we can do that ASAP I'm Diddy behind them hooks, like, "Take that, take that." Your boys might jump in; you look like Wale, so they may back But you in England right now And I know this one motherf**er called "Payback" You gonna dread-locking up with me This won't be no close shave, fam You won't let the chrome spark You have no arms, I should've battled Ahab I'm about to go from the culture you oppose of And vulture-look at the money grab and make cash See, I'm about the science, he's about the math That means we are not the same cla** I roll up on him while he's listening to his Drake tracks With a blade that'll take off that Lil Wayne mask [Ghetts: He's f**ing ga**ing me up!] You'll pull out Squidward's clarinet, but you don't play that You'll have blades travel down you faster than skate ramps Or Wesley Snipes running down a train track You're fake, I'm in a position to say that Because when I'm gonna off man like Dustin I'll see all the matches like Rain Man He sounds like he about to say "Hey! Smokey back here taking a sh**!" That makes me think that you blaze crack You this hyper because you burn stones in white Ace cans And you're ashamed So you cover up the burning, like Kane's mask So you moved down south? They're just gonna start finding your needles in haystacks Addiction is a sickness, you are ill; that's why you hate Smack Everytime you hear his name you want to do 8 grams And make a vein clapse And stop talking about midgets, cuz I motherf**ing hate that! No, no, that's not it I'm saying midgets are really cool people, but they are though They're just misunderstood. And just for that, I hope an Oompolumpa gives a footrub to your mum She ends up with an Ewok in her mouth And a munchkin in her c*nt, wa*king seven dwarves while Mini-Me and Willow cover her in cum You could never talk about people's physical appearances when you look like both Kenan and Kel You look up to small people You want to be like Illmac and Conceited as well You believe midgets are little magical demons with spells That don't receive any L's And that's why he dropped to his knees against Dizaster Just to see if it would help Look at his face though, he's scared to d**h What kind of f**ing Crip shows up to the bits wearing red?! [Round 2: Arsonal] I knew you'd say something about my battle with Dizaster That's your downfall, Shotty, you one predictable a** rapper Your girlfriend got the same physical features as Fat ba*tard Her stomach stick out further than her booty do That b**h literally a** backwards Let a n***a come to my city, talking them real n***a lines I'ma show him, in my city we like to k** n***as' moms See, all the real n***as either dead or in jail Only a few real n***as rhyme I ain't never seen a clock or a casket in a cell So in my book, Smack, ain't no such thing as real n***a time Y'all wanna know why I didn't battle on the last Smack? You can have that, that ain't even what I'm mad at I'll change numbers If they can't dial Jones, they stock drop, like the Nasdaq I'll pistol whip your skull till Calicoe get his dad back I said, no fingerprints on the gun My gloves made out of glad wrap So if I hit you with a straight right, then you entitled to jab back I'm trying new sh** in this battle: experimenting with a lab rat I ain't even taking you serious This just some comical sh** to laugh at I can never get tired of fans, I mean as long as it's not a Stan I went from Math to a Klu Klux Klan member hologram You look like a white Supremist chemist that's part of a Taliban Who talk tough in his rap, with the heart of Juwanna Mann I'll snatch your soul, like Shang Tsung Slit your throat with Kitana fan Then grab the Robert Downey Jr. off my waist That's that iron, man I own UW battle league, but I started in the Lionz Den I'll have you in a coffin telling stories That mean in a casket you lying in That'll teach this homie not to ever falsify again My mission's to defeat you till they greet you in a higher land I'm in a riot van, strapped like a cop, dressed like a fireman When my cannon start wildin' out I ain't talking Mariah man Now let me ask you: Have you ever been in a jail cell? Have you ever heard a Ruger go off besides Hell Rell? Do you have the mindpower to turn a dyke b**h to a girl girl? And get the same beats free that Kanye and Pharell sell? No, because you ain't like me. Now you don't like me You threatening to swing; just do it! Oh, you ain't Nike Eurgh said you the best and I shouldn't take you lightly But I only came to f** three British b**hes and sightsee This is no comparison, switchblade your abdomen Squeeze down your vocal chords; Shotty will never rap again In a few days the whole world will see What these cameras capturin' A million views guaranteed And I bet you they want me back again I'm streetsmart and book smart White boy, you just look smart If life was an automobile, it's a Suburban And you only gon' find me in the hood parts Let me break that down, I said: I'm streetsmart and book smart. White boy, you just look smart If life was an automobile, it's in the suburbs and you only gon' find me in the hoodparts Obviously I was brought up 'round poverty Psychologically, I got the mindpower to separate you from the thug that you disguised to be Since views don't lie, and I got the whole world watching me A science lesson is what this gotta be On how to break down an Adam properly Now, I wanted to physically get at him So I went on Twitter to add him I found out his name was Adam So I gotta break down an Adam See, the definition of "atom" is the basic unit of matter When your mother named you Adam She was inferring, basically, you didn't matter Same name, spelt different, but with the same definition So if Adam, atom, and Adam, I mean, that ain't repetition But if Adam's without Eve Then men are strong and he's living proof But you a f*ggot, cuz you let a p**y trick you Into biting the forbidden fruit That's when God sent me down here To snatch every bit of confidence from your conscience Since you tried to convince the world of your accomplishments I'm your consequence I'ma derail the n***as you ridin' with Televise the sh**, revise the script Then keep on shooting rounds out of chopper clip Now, I could break down your life in eight bars You really ain't hard, you a fake fraud who used to play ball In battle rap, you the Ray Charles Meaning you ain't really seeing nobody But acting like beating me really ain't hard Your chances slimmer than Big T in China Running a marathon on the great wall Wake up, if he front lining, I'll shoot him in his 8-ball All y'all clothes gon' be red Like y'all was hit with all red paintballs My goons travel with me, so I barely gotta make calls You wanna be a leader, stand in front of LeBron On a fast break, n***a, take charge I hate y'all... and "hate" is a strong word But I just cooked, k**ed, buried this n***a; them all verbs An action word describing the pain that I caused And it all serves the same purpose Your life's a circus, you clown n***as is all herbs You a herb, I'm a smoker though I'm walking round with a Pinocchio That's a long range with a long nose So I'm hitting targets in Tokyo When that bullet hits you, it make you say "Aah" You my Jun Jun, you Lil' Romeo You a b**h and a snitch So I'm letting all your little homies know Now, like I said before, everybody in the building love me Men, women, and children Tell the security guard one more time... I'm the only thug in this building! [Round 3: Shotty Horroh] Eurgh, this is my main event? I'm not even part stressed That's some cheap Wayne looking T-Pain fell asleep on a park bench with a large head looking like a Klingon from Star Trek He loves Crippin' up, but since he f**s with them Bloods He's an unfinished book, cuz he's part red But who you reppin', dude? You're both red and blue, like the second suit of Clark Kent But I'm the Kryptonite to this Crip tonight Lex Luther, forget Mook, I'm your arch-nemesis, heartless What happens when those Bloods and Crips have a disagreement, what does your heart rep? Do you rep that flag, and dead that man Because his garms red, even though you half-bred? Or do you rep the French if you have and stand next to that man and listen through war talk and calm threats? Or k** your own, like Saddam's men and Bin Laden? What did you think, there was no space in my graveyeard left? This is wrong, I mean ron, you could never give AR tests You say your hands blue, like hypothermia? That's not what my gangsta radar said All you reds and blues flagging together look like the Union Jack and you can get your union jacked for tryna claim our set This is a blue getting caught red-handed Same time I'll have his palms read I can read your future and if you ever had Horroh scope You was tryna find out what the alignment of the stars said I don't know a shadow about the Tarot But let me tell you what the cards read: Murder Plus I shuffle with a half deck, and every singe card's "d**h" This is how it's meant to be done Here's how you decompile an arsenal into fractions and bits This is someone that claims to have beat Dizaster This is someone that actually did! With all due respect it's not about the flag that you grip It's about the fact that your mans a slag with a dick That will shag her actual kids For a drag off your spliff or a packet of crisps Let's talk about his mum though, cuz she's a s*ut Her p**y's got fallopian tubes that are growing and ooze that's left the p**y swollen and bruised And smelling like smouldering fumes Everytime your dad tries to poke with his tool He disturbs a million crabs tryin' to go for a snooze As they hold on her pubes She got f**ed off every rapper in here On camera, it looked like an actual cypher I mean, I f**ed her, she got pa**ed to Delypher She had Unan and Pamflit beside her, pa**ing the cider sh**, we need some more camera angles on her nasty vagina So we opened up the f**ing nasty vagina Put bodybag on his camera and flyer sh**, even Sam the graphic designer smashed her And pa**ed on the flyer! Now you're in another cracker's stage On another cracker's stage, wishing that he didn't battle Oh my god, Shotty done f**ed another kid up Hip hop's Jimmy Saville! And your dreads look stupid as f**! You're always causing fights in your battles I find that sh** more than pathetic I find it ironic that the source of the beef is always the relish [Round 3: Arsonal] I blame you, white boy, for 100 years of slavery Don't play with me, you seen me murder a n***a from A to Z But that was a tutorial I was just teaching n***as to see the way I knew my alphabet since 3 I'm 25, don't you know I can k** a n***a from Z to A? For example: I'll hit him why he nappin', catching Z's Your brother ask, "Why (Y) you do that?" I say his ex (X) pay for it And if she double, you (W) getting blew back I got a red op like the V A in the morning With a folder full of missions with pictures and you (U) on it 9 under my T-shirt, pa**enger of that S-Cla** Coming to where you are (U, R), any questions: just ask Any Q-uestions, just ask I got a half a P on my trunk, two O's on the dashboard Listening to Renegade and Em (N, M) verse on fast forward L lit, so I'm smoking, O-K, I'm a pot head Murdered this white b**h like O-J To get away from the cop feds I know that this gold H on my belt cost lots of dough And as a G it's up to me to make the choice that I gotta flow If I see your b**h, I'ma F her, on sight, no effort Give her two E pills and give her hard D for breakfast Now you see (C) how intelligent I can be (B) When I'm on my A game That was the alphabetical "orda" "sloorta" In reverse, Shotty Horroh Now, they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder Quick draw, you wouldn't see it as it rises from the holster Because my shooter is my driver He disguises as a chauffer, to keep the element of suprise but bring the violence a little closer If you don't understand that Then your streetsmarts is on retard And you was brought into this world With a default called a weak heart Your little brother trick-or-treat I'll put anthrax on his sweet Tarts You a f*g, wait, I'm not gonna call you a f*g Cuz like DNA said, out here "f*g" means cigarette But you a b**h a** n***a Wait, you white, you ain't even a n***a yet You a punk a** white boy who gets tough over the Internet Facing an ignorant a** black n***a full of hatred and disrespect So I close my eyes and drift off into a journey My mind takes me there... BOOM! I awake in front of a grown a** white boy with no facial hair I'll visit your mom at the doc While she getting that pre-natal care Slice her Achilles' tendon Open and snatch the newborn baby out of the ankle-chair Now, all that tough guy rar-rar sh** need to get left alone You was pronounced dead at the signing When this was set in stone Desert Eagle tucked in my lining You know that weapon chrome Pistole whip his jaw, I broke his English Now his broken English even relying on Rosetta Stone What happened to lab battles? It's funny how sh** change UW had two events, nine battles total, 13 big names I hire top tier n***as to f** each other over, then I flip change So I'm not only a pimp, my n***a I'm a mastermind in the pimp game How dare you try to compete when I do this sh** in my sleep? I'm the farmer, you the sheep, you couldn't sh** out what I eat You'll be constipated for weeks I'm dominating the streets Shotty, I'll face f** your mom while she ovulate in the sheets See, cuz I'm the n***a that be tryin' to get ya And cause problems with ya, shot will hit ya, doc will stitch ya Headshot, your mama miss ya No blunt, no rolled up papers, when I finally get ya I'ma cremate ya and smoke your ashes out a Bible scripture I'm disrespectful, I'll scratch my balls then tap your face I'll smoke a blunt in a confession booth Whilst confessing to Pastor Mase Look at you for 9 minutes with the "this n***a is average"-face Then breakdown how your girl loves to s** dick Then tongue kiss you with the aftertaste She try some new sh** with me The car on the wrong side of the road The steering wheel on the wrong side of the road I'm in the pa**enger sheet, she s**ing my dick while she driving; that must be some English sh**! Red light means "Blow, b**h!", green light when she stoppin' We reached our destination There's n***as waiting to put their co*k in If I knew she was into g**n f** being in England, I would've blew that b**h to Compton Ruger on my waistline, Buddha got me space blind How you gon' take charge when my shooter's on the base line? It was all a joke until this intruder try to take mine I'll put the seven in your chest And capture the shooting all on FaceTime Cuz I'm a bad mother shutcha Wesley screwrdiver through your ribs, let your guts show Throw him off the roof; call him nutso I got goons you ain't never see before; no MC Gusto 40 n***as, 80 straps, big body, Mercedes black I'm here to bring the 80s back When n***as in the streets had beef they had to pay for that Hand-held .22 that could probably fit in a baby lap Bodybag, homicide... on the dirt, on the gra** I don't give a f**, I'm just rapping, yup, I'm tryna spaz Shotty, guess what... I just kicked f**ing Shotty a** Shotty in a bodybag, your bodybag in a... [Random person in crowd: Bodybag!] No! In a bodycast! Now, tell the truth: Why you ain't come to America And battle me in a man league? You look like the type of n***a To sniff the car seat right after your man leave Now, that's some nasty a** h*mo sh** Now, I know you seen Dizaster get Dojo kicked You better be lucky that this battle on some promo sh** Cuz I'm famous for the same sport that got Miguel Cotto rich And look, I'm done with this white boy; I like you, my man I'm gon' - oh, alright, he don't wanna swipe with my hand It's cool, it's cool! Because the last white boy who tried me Eurgh, tell him what I did... I dropped that n***a body!