Arsonal Da Rebel - Dizaster vs Arsonal (2013) lyrics

[Round 1: Arsonal] I said, Toronto! What's up? It feels good to be back here I had to make my return after k**ing Patrick last year Now Bashir what I gotta bash here? Y'all know me, I'm hands on when I check p**y First round gon' be the pap smear Diz' you got lyrical talent, but I'm not a fan In battle you a vet but I can't respect your kind of man You was KOTD champ, you was life, you had a lot of fans You lost and said f** them for URL, you wildin' fam Now you trying to regain respect? But you not a man You more of a disgrace to them then to the Taliban You a co*ky tatted aggressor, you a yeller when you rap You tried Smack now you came back and you catching these Clips n***a you Hollohan You lost to a rapper that purchase bars, that's insane Me, I got a hustler mentality, I will flip 'Cane Mention my Crip gang, fifth bang 'til my wrist sprain I'll fire and Diz' hire, Tina Marie and Rick James Fire and desire? The only reason I mentioned Rick James is cause y'all both artist who die from trying to get 'Cane Purple flag where my clip hang, fry ya membrane Ya Earth the third rock-ed after ya son/sun get that big bang Bashir's no Dizaster, I could see he styling He not a G he play gangsta that's an easy talent Well my heat be wildin', when he freestyling One bow, one bang bang! Waka/Chief Keef album And nah, I ain't buying that liar sh** that you selling You over act so they thinking it's a fire pit that you dwell in But deep down you's a soft soul you Dr. Scholls, you be gelling I'm a product of desecration I'm an educated felon All that yelling won't shake up a n***a that never rattle I'm a bred brunching for big beef, he small cattle Got a wide nose cannon aiming at you Shooting for an hour straight like the camera man at ya DNA battle Speaking of battles Our last battle your body bag for sure A definite (d**h in it), ya first round was trash I whooped ya a** for the hell of it Cali felt you was losing, so they cancelled the rest of it The west had to interrupt, why? Cause every bar that I tell is swift The West, interrupt, Taylor Swift? Canada y'all smell me on that? Is y'all inhaling this? Canada y'all smell me on that? Is y'all inhaling this? One word to describe this crime scene, ya Alias Dizaster, please tell me the price of a brick right now, pure coke Please just give me a round amount Oh yeah, you not a trapper, you an actor n***a what you getting loud about? You not even an actor you a rapper, but on wax you never sound it out You only good for about 4 bars an acappella freestyle You Conceited on Wild N' Out I said I got a DE cause I'm a G but RA D Eagle spray you I got a DE cause I'm a G RADE, DEGRADE you See first way I spit see it really didn't faze you But every bar I spit, kick, I gotta Sonya Blade you I made you and these Grape Street Crip n***as raised you If 6 clap, then 6 pack n***a muscles around ya naval We tussle around I'm able to let everybody put they hands on you n***a You like a spade shuffle around a table Bars after bars after bars that's all you heard from me I put bar after bar like I architected Bourbon Street My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic And you can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it [Round 1: Dizaster] You came up here wearing red, who the f** designs your stuff? Are you a Grape Street cat or some kind of Blood? I said I wouldn't freestyle for once, I lied I said I been writing for months but f**ing Charron knows Ain't no freestylers like us, ayo Charron I'm a freestyle- Psyche! I don't freestyle with no c*nts I'm glad you took this trip to expose me Cause I only took this trip to embarra** ya Oh yeah today we gon' talk a lot about the b**h in ya character So today everybody welcome the fakest Crip in America And he always wanna throw his C's up When he's far away from any beef that can make him freeze up Last time he was in LA he wasn't acting too G'd up The same purple flag he always flashing was in the back of his jeans tucked It's what I'm saying though, see he does it in Canada Yeah he does it in Canada Yeah this motherf**er ain't on the block, that shows you he ain't Grape He been in Canada more times than he's been to Watts How is this fool a f**ing G? How is this fool a G? He always refer to the yapping about how his burners be clapping And how he has all these murder contraptions But when will we see these words turn into actions? It's like every time you get in the spotlight you get this allergic reaction You keeping it real in ya verse when you're rapping? Every time 'bout how your thang be blasting and how ya gang be smashing The way he rap you would think he some type of trained a**a**in No, he's a fake geek rapping, false Grape Street flagging Mainstream acting, male battle rapper that looks like Tracy Chapman How we gon' play this captain? Ya face gets slapped so fast everybody in Toronto will get the delayed reaction Your brain plummets and your frame collapses Arcane's stomach will even feel the pain from it That's what I call a chain reaction Y'all remember him from the all the blockbuster stories and theaters And that one movie, I didn't even like his performance either He was that one horrible slimy looking foreign creature That ended up having a baby with Sigourney Weaver He's known as the most viewed in the world, he's known as a leader But he's also known for being an MC with the most phony demeanor Even more than Arcane even though he got exposed as a cheater Because he weaseled his way to the title, same way he stole it from Peter But I'll get my chain back Toronto and I ain't have to go back for it either I'll just tell Pat, "Stay...now go fetch it for me like a f**ing Golden Retriever!" Ain't no reason to further delay this sh** I'ma make a verbal statement quick When we first battled in the Bay He told me he'll run in my mosque and return with a bacon strip Those are the words you gon' say? If you would've went any further that day That verse would have made me sick This is how it would've turned up I would've germinated the Earth with you like a turnip I would've terminated this Crip I'll beat you in your spine steadily 'til your vertebrae curves and then it slips Why step to me? This discetomy will give you a herniated disc I give a f** if you were from the highest murder rate exists I'll strangle your throat 'til your blood circulation restricts And you start looking like you did on stage in Detroit When you developed that gay nervous little twitch I plant you feet first in the pavement like this Pull your face away vertical with a crane that lifts you away Have you ever seen a person's face get stretched? I'll pull your eyes so far back in ya head You'll literally turn into an Asian b**h You look like Waka Flocka all day, these jeans all gay Wardrobe belongs to Kanye, face screaming "Give me back the Wale!" [Round 2: Arsonal] 2010, Hitman vs. Ars', that was a main cla**ic But for y'all to see where this sh** going, y'all gon' need gla**es Cause since that day, you The Saurus, Illmac', Okwerdz All y'all geek a**es instantly became a thing of the past/pa**; a bunch of Steve Nash's Now somebody please tell Da Don that I don't do rematches I guess I lied to his face like I did to DNA Before I smoked his father cheap ashes To you battle rap like the NBA on Dish, cheap access to watch But besides King Of The Dot, every other league pa**es I'm awkward, I'm left handed, but I learned to write and read backwards You a internet pedophile, probably part of a teen catfish MIB memory loss, soon as he see flashes Let me wipe the sweat off my forehead and begin to clean gla**es Nah let's keep it real, y'all wanna see tragic? How about I use a Calico to make him Diz'/dis-appear that'll be/B Magic I'm in your b**h ocean swimming with Marine tactics I ain't gotta f** on ya bed I'd rather bean bag it I'm on a mission, 2 targets, 3 ratchets How y'all expect me to put my A game against a D average? My [?] I pull slow, I leave 'em ripped with a stitched upper torso Have Diz' looking like a True Religion jean jacket My talent, my sk** is real, it's undenying But it's in ya Nature Boy, you Ric Flair when it come to lying You say you put the metal to n***as jeans, let off that steam No one's denying, but then you pour the water out the top Cause you literally dump your iron You Malcolm X with the lies when you rhyme it's By Any Means Necessary But that's your rap image you live if you put your real life secondary How I live you could catch a slug from a secretary That keep a loaded fifth, Diz' ya guns don't exist They like the 30th of February Now you say you beat Shotty Horroh...b**h, no you didn't You said you beat DNA....b**h no you didn't You even said you beat Crome...and you lost to him the worst He had so much dirt on your stupid a** I had to put some in this verse How what I did to Crome was bad, but when you battled Crome I laughed Cause honestly Crome is trash, Diz' how'd he expose your a**? He had everything from text messages, s** messages p**nographic photographs, a note attached to a bottle of water Like drink this with your thirsty a** Let me ask you this, would you let the b**h he sent to you Blind fold you and have your hands tied? Would you fly standby with the b**h Knowing the plane gon' land in a field full of landmines? Would you put it in your mouth and s** the blood off her tampon? No? So why you let that p**y n***a send a b**h to do a man's job? n***a I'm street smart and book smart Bashir, you don't even look smart In a game of chess, would you sacrifice your queen to let your rook walk? All you wanna do is battle n***a I got two deals on the table, that's the good part So even when this chapter close I'ma be in between paper like a bookmark n***a you wouldn't hurt a fly, you wouldn't throw a jab at a hook bar You fear altercation, that's why hate to drive a cab with a push start We bang, we throw it up, n***a Grape Street, sign language That's how crooks talk n***a yo bars stink, worse than a Shotgun Suge fart Now stop b**hing b**h n***a and rap What? You think cause I flew here that I ain't got a Smith'n to clap? Well the pilot my biggest customer, I give him the strap He meet me at baggage claim when I land that's when he give me it back n***a I'm here to snatch every bit of confidence from your conscience Since you trying to convince Canada of your accomplishments I'm your consequence, my defense, I k** him with kindness In reconasense Now that 40 start to smoke and no marijuana stench You gotta crawl before you walk, so taking Ars' that was a big step King Of The Dot, Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is Or you gon' get your chin checked See I give credit when it's due, your flow bankrupt, in debt But now that we in the T, D, they banking on a quick d**h Bars after bars after bars, all you heard from me I put bar after bar like I architected Bourbon Street My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic And you can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it [Round 2: Dizaster] Aight you wanna play this "I know which b**h you f**ed sh**" cool I'm sorry Mystique I wasn't gonna bring this up I love you So you wanna talk sh** about the sweetish sh** b**h, cool I'm glad you wanted to bring it up, look at her She's all f**ing giggling it up Cause this dude brown nosed her for 120 minutes and he didn't f** Real f**ing sh**, you sniffed her bu*t, you licked it up Ray Swag looking at you like "That b**h what's up?" You f**ed up, give it up How does it feel to know you put your tongue where Uno Lavoz used to hang his dick and nuts It don't matter where he put his tongue, he tongued 'em both It's funny that Uno Lavoz came before him Because he ended up becoming the bu*t of a joke That's hella funny bro This fool's such a f**ing p**y, yes I swear to god, she standing right there How are you gonna say that it didn't happen bro? After a week stay you f**ing came back to your girl And you made out with her, Lady Arsonal, yeah You wanna betray the one that loves you the most You ain't a f**ing man, you a supreme snake You ain't two faced, you three faced, any b**h that with you Can find another dude to be with off Ebay This dude drove down Mystique's Hershey highway like it was an open freeway Then came back to his girl after a week's stay and kissed her But when she makes out with him does she understand that Pieces of feces can at least stay in your mouth for up to three days Before they decay, do you know what that means A'? That means every time you and your girl kiss you You, her and Mystique are having an a** to mouth three way His sh** is real, his sh** is raw, his sh** is authentic And you can't spell eating "Arse" without putting the "Ars'" in it Talking sh**, he be walking around for like a year With her a**hole stuck to his bottom lip Which makes a lot of sense Cause recently in all the blogs he did he's been talking a lot of sh** And after that we gon' f** where ya mom at And I'ma roll up and take a sh** where ya lawn at Before I f** your b**h I'ma cover up and get my co*k wrapped Cause whatever she got I don't want that So if I can't find my condoms and I forgot where I put the box at I'ma just call up Drake like "Yo where's your pops at? I need to borrow one of his yamaka top hats." I'll treat 'em like emo kids, you know the ones stuck in a dark past Rocking a broken heart tats What he got in common with those goth cats? Both of 'em are two seconds away from getting their wrist and their arms slashed With pieces of sharp gla**, arteries carved out Bodies covered in large gashes From laying on top of broken shards smashed So much different colors of blood all over the walls splashed It'll look like I set off a Boston Marathon bomb blast Inside of a kindergarten art cla** I'll have no regard for Ars' a** I'll bring a grenade launcher to his garage where all of his cars are parked at So hard that I'll have the whole front part of his front yard Looking like Kanye's car crash He'll literally have to pull a baby out the car dash I'll show up to his house rocking a Saw mask with a sawed off Shotgun Attached to blade saw that let's a blade off Soon as you pop one, the bayonet is there Cause if you run out of shells for the shotty and you don't got none The blade keeps spinning in case the big homies from your block come I'll still put Suge in a box then saw his body in half That's what I call a Sawed off Shotgun I can talk about Mossburgs, you know why Cortez? Because I got one The only thing he has in common with his shotgun is he lived in Detroit and forgot one He went to the Motor City and this clown was scared He was in the 313 and they him surrounded there He denied he knew Suge Then Calicoe snuck him out the back and down some stairs He's like Elmer Fudd cause he threw Shotgun in a hole so he can get out here/hare [Round 3: Arsonal] My last round is titled "know how" cause you really gotta know how to win But to be a winner you gotta be a splinter You gotta know how to get up under your skin See you gotta be equipped with fundamentals And know how to begin but this was already over before it started so know how it'll end You wish you knew then what you know now But what you lack now is the know how So your past was missing a father figure To discipline you and tell you to slow down This a dirty game, it's a dirty shame And I heard Diz' was on the Low Down But I already won after round 2 so here's 3 shot's from a 4 pound Truthfully Diz', you a fan of mine And I make my fans stand in line cause bars are sharper than a Samurai When it's war time I'm in the camouflage But when it come to taking battles seriously You freestyle and you half a** like tanning lines You fantasize about getting your hands dirty But somehow you keep 'em sanitized n***a I'm here to give advice my n***a, that's right I can advise You animated a** n***as will do anything for some camera time If you ain't trying to get beat, then your swagger better get amplified I mean your resume will speak for itself right? Til I hand 'em mine You spitting random lines, f** the 3 minutes I'll give you ample time I'm Al Pacino in Scarface the way I handle lines I wrote the blueprint on battle rap and I came up with the grand design You living for the camera but your real life you can't rewind So don't bite the hand that fixed your bottle When your belly hand that empty feel Cause this same hand will rock your cradle for the face on a $50 bill n***a my name Darell Jones So when this DJ present and open this Cal lid (Khaled) to let it ring You should know exactly how Nicki feel Hold up, I said DJ Khaled present a ring to Nicki, eww Hallelujah, I leave this n***a holy he a Bentley grill I'm a word smith, how should I word this? I ain't the one you wanna fight words with I paved the way, I made it possible for this n***a to take a road trip Youth, I'm full of grown age, you n***as ain't even cold sick Disrespecting me gives you a life expectancy of a gold fish Now remember this, I run through lines better than Emmitt Smith Before the battle I pop the same pill as the n***a off of Limitless I'm tweaking out, I'm hallucinating, I'm seeing all type of images The way I write, my penmanship, I will revise the book of Genesis You f**ing up ya legacy, definitely, you freestyling having scrimmages You a huge Diz-appointment and on that bar I put an emphasis Cause it was a time when he was on a mission He was having battles for free, fighting for no position So if you wanted to experiment and play around with the freestyles then That was your decision, but now it ain't funny Cause these fans spent they hard earned money to go and listen That's why I always put on a show How that I rap for the doe/doh I'm Homer Simpson Bars n***a, now let's put some sh** in perspective I was offered Diz' and I accepted They said, "But Ars' you said you don't do rematches" Like they wanted me to reject it But they ain't put a battle n***a in front of me yet that I respected So it's time I let my K-Shine, this Lebanese n***a got a d**h wish Check this, clench my palm under my left writst co*k back, feed him a knuckle off of my left fist Introduce myself, get acquainted with ya ex b**h Just to knock her walls down, I nicknamed her Tetris I'm Grape Street Crip in all red, I like to set trip Your j**els will get snatched on Cam, I make ya set dip Your Juelz will get snatch on Cam', I'll make ya Set, Dip Maury he is not the shooter, liar detected Now let's play swear to God I swear to God After he battled Rex this b**h n***a called my phone and said, "Hey Ars' yo I swear to God man, the URL crowd they started booing me." I said, "Diz', truthfully, that ain't got nothing to do with me Why don't you setup a rematch, you and me And I'm not battling for 2 or 3, quadruple that Put it in writing and I'll start writing your eulogy." Cause on the real n***a, Rex beat you, on the real Rex beat you But I feel like I'ma step up He bodied you in New York, in Canada I'm just aiming for the neck up But we could've battled dead in the middle of Little Italy literally But that head shot in Oakland knocked his lights out literally But he ain't know every riddle the middle man who didn't do diddly End up like a hockey player, they go in a box for every penalty Now really though, I got a Canadian chopper for this stunt dummy But it's different cause it was manufactured in the DR It's an AK that's used to hunt mummies, shoot til i'ts on E You get to the count of three to try and run from me n***a I just said I got a gun named Drake that'll take your Young Money Bars n***a, I flip nouns, I'ma use some recycled sh** this round Cause I'm Mr. Disrespectful so the disrespectful sh**'s now Shout out to Mr. Toronto cause we in his town But you Drake after that cake and right now I'm feeling like Chris Brown But we ain't fighting over Rihanna, ain't no bottles getting tossed to him I'm throwing bullets and you catch 'em this Kaepernick and [?] year Rifle scope on my hand gun, soon as I see you in the cross hair "Terrorist down Mr. President. Mission all clear." Now, them last few bars the man Drake might now like that But I'm Kendrick Lamar dissing all of these rap n***as And I bet you Drake ain't gon' fight back Unless it's for Weezy cause he's down with his day one n***as Let me hear you say, no new friends, no new friends, no new friends No no new friends, he only down with his day one n***as That mean I gotta f** him And Bishop Brigante up and tie all of the loose ends I got two 9's that hold change for a 20 I give 'em two 10's Guaranteed to leave all y'all smoked out like Snoop's friends Why Drake ain't here? Cause I ain't want him hosting my battle He did enough sh** I ain't mad at you Drake or the n***as that you f** with But cosigning Dizaster and Hollow Da Don that's some f** sh** And it just go to show that a ll three of y'all Will probably s** a n***a dick for some Trukfit You got OVO that's major sh** Arsonal on some hating sh** I was a fan of Drake when he made the sh** But Lebanese n***as just ain't the sh** Versace Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm illuminati King Of The Dot is for battlers that's why Drake not on this property Versace Versace, Medusa's head on me like I'm illuminati King of the Dot is for battlers that's why Drake not on this property You ain't f**ing Halle Berry you represent n***a monogamy I own my own league, the UW gon' be the biggest monopoly Cause he Started From The Bottom now he here He Started From The Bottom but I really don't f**ing care I started from the bottom and I'm still here I got a DE named Degra**i that'll put you and Drake back in the wheelchair My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic Nah f** all that, tell him, tell Drake, tell his skateboarding a** boss You can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it [Round 3: Dizaster] Get you Aunt Jemima f**ing haircut the f** outta here Aye yo, shut the f** up with all the bullsh** Ars' You see that's how we know you a fake dude And now you want shock value in every battle So you going off dissing Drake too But if you a real man you would've just appreciated The fact that he's the one that f**ing paid you b**h, why don't you just take the check and be respectful? Why you always have to be so "Arsonal Da Rebel I'm so disrespectful"? You're not Arsonal Da Rebel, man I should f**ing punch him He didn't sound like he was mad at Drake cause he wasn't here He sounded like he was mad at Drake cause he wants to f** him That f** was that sh**? You ain't Arsonal Da Rebel, you're Arsonal the Attention who*e Ya mother's fat b**h, she's a 10 chin who*e When it comes to your bars and your metaphors, my policy is "less is more" Yeah your bars are awesome Ars', awesome just like your credit score You think I give a f** what you and your little nerds say about me on a message board? When half of them look like Wee Man This battle gon' be like He-Man versus Skelator I'll beat the f** outta you with my bare hands What the hell would I need weapons for? I'll go head to head with you Shred you from head to toe deck you and leave you headless My elbows are welded like Zelda's sword What the f** would I need weapons for? I'll set this whole building on fire and reroute you to the exit door And soon as you go down the steps I'll drop a gallon of water and wet the floor And scream "Ars!" and you turn around and I'll toss you an electric cord Peace out, let's get it popping The heavy metal been rocking since '7-4 I'll bust a shot to Biggie and 'Pac and have you knocking on Heaven's Door This dude is fake as f**, he's not my friend He's just my friend depending on occasion See I already knew you was bipolar, that was confirmation Of all the constant changes Now I flew half way across the nation Not knowing what type of twat I'm facing This ain't even a battle This an anonymous blind date with a broad like online dating I'm amongst these stars like Sagan He wanted the spotlight but King Of The Dot's hype's taken I'm like James Bond the agent If being a doctor was also his part time occupation Cause either way it goes you gon' end up in the lobby pacing Like a hospital patient patiently waiting For a black market heart replacement I will stomp you through the Toronto pavement Pull out my f**ing rug and start to praise him Like Assalamualaikum then snatch the Star Of David off of Drake And use it to carve Ars' face in so hard That the marks I make will indect his grill like fossil traces On carbon dated rock formations Who want it too? Pat Stay? I'ma battle you next you big a** motherf**er Lame I'm kidnapping you too and if you actually go missing Pat would Stay missing Cause nobody would actually pay back the ransom to get 'em The only person on Earth that would actually miss him Is the f*ggot behind the desk selling him all his tanning prescriptions I told Organik I didn't wanna come back 'til I k**ed him Then he put me in front of him, so I'm back on a mission Back grabbing ammunition, back, I'ma attack his rap battling militia man When I activate catalyst in him People know, my aim istoo close range with the scrap so efficient But I'm more crafty from a distance I have more advantage when I'm hidden I could camp out with the black out from a tactical position Sideways in the highway windy a** conditions Like this and accurately hit 'em, bullets flying through his crib Blood splattered through the kitchen Have his whole pad looking like the Spanish Inquisition I'll leave him on his back looking stiff like a rat when the venom Starts traveling in him after a poisonous Adder just bit him These fans said I fell off, they had me trapped in this prison But I can't fall off, I can never be captured as a victim Nah, they said Dizaster's no longer has it in him But that's an illusion, I'm a rap battle magician And Houdini always evades capture And escapes from the shackles he's given And now I'm back and cataclysmic If I had Organik's position, I would've handled things different I"ll snatch the chain off Arcane Smack the f** outta him and strangle him with it And transfer him to his old league, call it the f*ggot Division Where only him and Manic were in it You fake gangster! Who does this fake a** Crip sh** in battles besides you? And then you roll around telling people you're who they wanna be like Who the f** would ever wanna be like you? Be like who? Some weak IQ low life piece of sh** who constantly glorifies being in the street like you? Why? So I could be able to tell people I'm a G like you? f** your life that we see right through That ain't real life, you need to realize too, I chill with real Grapes None of them move, act, talk or even speak like you You copy what the G's do on the screen and copy what he might do See to them you might be a G, but to me You got a facade I could see right through Unless you go to LA and bang on them Bloods that be Damu That'll beat you 'til your Levi's blue I said you'll get beat 'til you left eye's blue I ain't no gangster, but I could shoot you to win a 3-5 too I ain't married to this Thug Life but oh I vow if it's beef we're engaging in I'ma let it ring "I do" See you, you ain't hot, you be talking 'bout how you gangsta I'm Lebanese, you think you more like you from the block Well let's tell the difference then Okay see when you and your homies was setting up the shop Barely getting popped for your nickel bags Set, jet and getting arrest by the cops I was in Lebanon getting my a** beat by soldiers whether I expected it or not I got my shoulder busted by a f**ing soldier Cause I went deaf and I wouldn't talk When he was in the hood with his homies and they were all impressed with their little Glock Ray Swag was next to him like, "Damn this sh** carries 11 shots." I was in Lebanon dodging AK-47's bullets Three buildings away from watching helicopter's drop See when you went went to your first funeral Cause you lost your homies Terrance and Roc Yeah, by then I had turned 20 and seen 37 of my friends and relatives get shot See I'll be damned if I have a spoiled American tell me what I'm not Cause if my boys moved to where you at in Jersey They'd think it's Heaven on your block If your homies came to live with us in Beirut They'd be all huddled up together in a flock on a broken radio like "Call up the emba**y and tell 'em we're from Watts!" See Ars' raps about sh** with his imagination because it's easy to write But a real third world country or war zone is something that he's never seen in his life He doesn't understand what the feeling is like To have military beat you and trap you in a cage And leave you without reading your rights He doesn't understand how it is to have F16's bomb your region To the point that you can't sleep in the night I'll be staring at my food for 7 hours straight Cause I couldn't eat from the fight To watching a grown mad crying in the middle of the street holding a piece of his wife Do you know what it feels to be like barely 13 Barely ever reaching the peak of your height But still given an M-16 and told to join the regime and go fight? See I've seen it, that's the type of sh** your preach, I've seen with my eyes Oh yeah I did, so next time you tell people to do that here's some realer advice Tell them young kids in your hood they need to think twice And before they carry f**ing heats Tell 'em to put themselves in our shoes for one day to actually see what it's like And maybe you spoiled piece of sh** Americans Could actually appreciate the meaning of life He wants to talk about bars, okay y'all pay attention Cause I'm a bar bury him with so many bars he gon' get buried/Barry like Bonds I'm a Pallbearer him I'm like Winnie the Pooh if he was locked up, I bare/bear bars I'm a Bakranian bar carrying barbarian With a nut sack like a bag of ball bearings, why y'all staring? They say freestyle's a lost era, so the way my writtens function Like a Hollywood film production, my hand a bar bearer/Hanna Barbera I can use these hands to craft bars or use 'em to cause terror Catch you sitting down getting this paper then out of nowhere "BAM" like Margera I'm someone you cannot see/Nazi I'l turn a Bar Mitzvah into a barbecue With one from me I'm like Homer simpson's son I got it down with this Bar to a T Punchlines, delivery, aggression, comedy Gun bars, multi-syllables, you get it all from me I even freestyle a large percentage, I'm argumentative, no holds barred I don't got no limit, let's see if Ars' with it He say he Watts with it, he rock a false image They say you can't spell "bars" without putting the "Ars" in it But ain't no "Ars" in authentic, f** Ars', I'm arsenic I got an Arsenal of carcinogens, I'm an arsonist, set fire to his... {​​​Diz gets cut off}​​​ {​​​​​​​​​​​Dizaster's post interview battle raps}​​​​​​​​​​​​ ...I don't got no limit, let's see if Ars' with it If a real freestyler challenge you We'll see the Ultimate Warrior get all timid And choke up like he did against (?) f-f-f-forgot lyrics You ain't Watts with it, you got a false image They say, ain't no spelling BARS without putting ARS in it Ain't no Ars in authentic, f** Ars, I'm Arsenic I got an Arsenal of carcinogens, I'm an arsonist I'll set fire to ya apartment and throw Ars in it And raid in his office & fire like Donald Trump until I got the job finished I'll pour gasoline on his head, gasoline on his head Then cut off his cartilage and when the cops ask me “Who?” I tell em it wasn't me the guy from Reservoir Dogs did it I give a f** about hip hop and whoever's hot in it Kendrick Lamar's the only MC in the game that dissing is off limits Are you f**ing kidding me? I don't give a f** about Kendrick Lamar I'll take Kendrick Lamar's spirit and ball it up into a ball And play soccer with it in my f**ing backyard with it I'll trap him in one of those little Ghostbuster boxes & leave it boxed in it Toss it in the front seat of my car and drive off with it And knock it off a cliff While I'm doing 120 miles per miles in my moms Civic f** you, you get barred to d**h Ars my bars connect like an architect I bar your head like you got caught in barbwire I'm over your head like a barber's breath My bars over your head like I'm writing bars on a charter jet Don't get caught in that crossfire, my bars fuego to Ars Halo That's why we haven't seen Ars sing yet I got my own island of bars I call it Barbados These bars thicker than Barneys neck We don't barter with bars, that's what Arcane does Them bar stools, not the sh** that you sit on The sh** that you sh** on like bar stools You taking way more shots, cool, I'm on a bar bender I'm complex way beyond you, I got bars, Bender Which means I also bend bars too, I'm an Arch Welder Before you start serving up shots you need to go back to bar school Cause your bars tender, you everything Ars do is off centered You soft tendered, cross gendered, lost member from Pharcyde Truth is your future would've looked a lot better Rapping along side of B Rabbit When he was freestyling next to his moms ride in 8 Mile