[Round 1: Caustic] I said it's my first line of the night and it's already a body bag What y'all call a Crip in a Red Sox jersey, that's a Boston Crab I said so you in another cracker's state On another cracker's stage But you come with all that cracker a** cracker sh** and I'ma crack your f**ing face I don't know if y'all noticed yet but Shotty's not at the event I guess he had to cancel again But on the bright side y'all don't have to pretend That you can f**ing understand what he says So I'm back y'all, one night Came to this sh** to wage war But I figured since I'm here I might as well give y'all a little bit of the sh** that you paid for Like, I said that I show out but I show up for the showtime innit? But I show off cause I said I wouldn't show up, so I didn't I said f** Shotty Horroh Caustic the dude now sh** you thought I couldn't do it on last minute but I brought you a full round sh** I know everything about you Durrell, yeah I'ma body this fool now sh** I turn into the Terminator that second that Shotty got pulled out I know you on some sh** And I know you can't wait to talk some sh** But this that real disrespect sh**, this that Caustic sh** And I'm the number one contender for the chain So don't get caught up in the politics Cause by the end of this round, you gon' be asking for your Shotty back like Holla did I said, so what's up hater? I know you got a couple of pages Prolly talking 'bout how my blood line runs with an anger for everybody of the African nation And how my ancestors were manning the slave ships Am I getting warm? Does that about cover the basics? C'mon Ars', that's why I was comfortable to take this You always come up with the same sh** I mean, how the f** am I racist? I use such colorful language Can you f**ing stop blaming everything on the white man please? I mean I saw you choke at Blackout and he didn't even try and free I mean, maybe that's why all his rounds are on some Mike Brown steez Cause he choked in front of Bishop like, "Don't shoot dawg. I can't breathe." So don't believe the hype Truth be told I'm sick of these young brothers getting beat with lights While these fake a** cops try to read they rights I'm sick of these fake f**ing pigs trying to take innocent people's lives So it ain't white versus black, it's the police that we need to fight But f** all of that unity sh** tonight I ain't come to be polite, I came to piss you the f** off cause that's what these people like Dawg I give you so many lefts that you'll be seeing lights And since you on some black power sh**, I give him equal rights So why you talking trash? Caustic's back to autograph your body bag Said you ain't got a Mac, well I brought one and I'll co*k the strap Just consider it karma back from Oscar Grant When I turn your f**ing cardiac into a lava lamp I said this ain't the horror show, but that don't mean I ain't got a toolie I said the black guy dies first, yeah, it's that kinda movie He said all white boys were racist, yeah like that's gonna f**ing school me But I ain't white dawg, I'm Italian so fa fa culo you f**ing moolie I said I ain't with the games, dawg we playing Excite Bike, we in different lanes Honestly I only do this sh** for the whips and chains That's why I push bricks like Egyptian slaves I said I only did this sh** for the fans Cause y'all know I'm legit sh**, mafia style I stepped off the plane, I was holding a fifth I been in Ma** one night I already got hoes on my dick Plus I'm on d** motherf**er, Holy Oak is the sh** And that's how I know he a b**h Cause you throw up a set don't mean you loading the clip I watched a Blood disrespect you to your face, you don't even know when to Crip I should deck you the f** out the second you open your lips Y'all can get Arsonal fired on since he don't know when to quit And y'all think homie's a Crip? C'mon y'all ain't giving him props Motherf**er, you too much of a b**h to even admit you lost Motherf**er that's why you sound like a f*g with all your Squidward bars Cause you a motherf**ing animated Crab like Squidward's boss I ain't losing this sh** Kid is the best, truth be told y'all, your chick is a mess Motherf**er it looks like you didn't know you were gonna be famous You just wifed up the first b**h you met I mean honestly dawg, I didn't even come to this battle with this intent But let's find out who's really of this disrespect I said sh**, yo best friend f**ed your baby mama Oh this sh** is the best Your girl been cheating on you like your f**ing dick is a test He be on the f**ing stage, talking sh** like he's gripping the Tecs But his best friend f**ed his lady and it's forgive and forget C'mon y'all, you know it's f**ing true Like you wasn't text messaging people, acting all depressed and getting emo I mean, if my lady was f**ing somebody I probably wouldn't tell that many people Maybe I'll need like a Vegas vacation Go have a wedding out in Reno cause your homie's f**ing your girl like it's f**ing Pesci in Casino That's how I can show y'all, that this cat's a disgrace I can f**ing see from a mile away that this f**ing Crab sh** is fake Motherf**er, how you gonna get married to a b**h knowing how the best man's dick tastes? Your b**h go behind yo' back than a And 1 mixtape This sh** is a difficult war I mean, and because this b**h is a who*e and his homie's been hitting it raw In the case of your daughter, he isn't sure if it's yours I mean, I don't even got a gun no more but I gotta borrow a chopper if it's war But I'd be the same as you I just be raising the b**h that isn't yours You a stay at home dad, trying to battle every month to buy his b**h some Michael Kors This f*ggot would be lucky to get a track suit from the Nike store Maybe that's why your little baby is looking all light skinned for But f**, look on the bright side, she's ugly as sh** so she might be yours Because when you get to this age, being a thug isn't an option When you 30 years old with a baby at home, the club isn't popping So here's a f**ing piece of advice Ars', put your f**ing kids up for adoption And give them a shot at a life with somebody that wants 'em Yo' sh** ain't raw, yo' sh** ain't real, yo' sh** ain't authentic And you can't bring yo' lady around without your homie putting his co*k in it [Round 1: Arsonal] Once again I'm here, I'm in another cracker's state I'm on another cracker's stage up in another cracker's face Now I was taught to k** a cracker the fast way Hit 'em with the bu*t of the sig'/cig' you get the ashtray I'm Grape Street repping, 24/7 it's flag day You want that KOTD chain so bad How about I put this black Calicoe in this cracker face, now you Pat Stay I say cracker cause I'ma be black forever Swag told me yo' ex b**h p**y was gon' be wack forever Drier than a summer day in Phoenix, I'm talking cactus weather Then the n***a had the audacity to ask me "Ars', when you smash it?" Never! I said either Caustic desperate or him and that b**h Syah meets twins cause they just keep on getting back together Now in Hell it's plenty of fires burning They switched my opponent I said, "Y'all gon' have to get me a hire earning Cause I'm a n***a With an Attitude." Y'all ain't see what Ice Cube did to Remy in Higher Learning? Well this a service, that's gonna require plenty of choir service Drive-bys from tire's burning You are Italian cracker, even the gun that I fire German My n***as drawing in these streets like little kids with the large chalk I brought the Transformers in here, that mean we All Spark One of your dogs bark, I'll knock the Cujo out them n***as It get ugly, big choppers, who don't got no b**hes? Like Ricky k**er, out the window is my shotty, my aim off so the scope there Meaning I spot him, let me ask you a question, what rhyme with [?] Guess what was in your mother's mouth last night, deez nuts Ha [?] Who said I don't do rematches? I should go press his a** Mac-11 with air holes, I'ma suppress his a** Get a bad b**h to do you dirty, she finesse his a** Use the chalk out the cla**room, now the professor mad I'm doing rematches now, all Hollows if The Don try to holla Talking 'bout I owe him $500, s** my dick Nigel Bennett Guess what you get from me? Not a dollar My gun will pop like corks on champagne papi But Drake is not a gwalla You got a long nose, I got a long range, I'm hitting targets in Guatemala You ain't have to battle me for a feature If you want a verse, tell me And tell yo' b**h I wash with Dove, before she s** it first, smell me I said I'll grab the back of that b**h neck, pull her close then put her head between my legs Then pedigree like I'm Hunter Heast Helmsley Now people told me if I don't battle Mr. Fab for URL I wasn't gon' get no money out it I tell them people, "s** my dick. I went and battled Fab for Ted Grizzle and got 20 out him." People also told me Lush was a crackhead there's something funny 'bout him I battled The Saurus in December on Filmon and got 20 out him People also told me this new Nikiya n***a ain't have no money round him I was supposed to have Shotty, they threw me you, fact of the matter I got 20 out 'em n***a that's 60 G's in the last six months Not including my Bishop check What I gotta log into my Chase account or something for me to get respect? I'm the biggest vet, f** that n***a Mook, no indirects And I'm just saying this sh** with the heart n***a, with the utmost disrespect Now you wanna take the crazy route While you thinking raps, I'm thinking racks cause I could pull at least 80 out You wanna get even well this the season that I put semen in your lady mouth I get the b**h pregnant, 8th month, stab her in the belly then I'm skating out I'll k** your fetus a month before the birthday and force you to watch her still push the baby out All gun bars, no more dedication to education This time I bring horror to Caustic, I'm talking Freddy/Jason I get this wigger sick to his stomach, he need that medication Fly his a** to Miami, make him square up with every Haitian With a scope, I can hit every op from the boondocks All I need is one eye I'm feeling like Fetty Wap from the rooftop My bullet shells the same size as moon rocks But the gun's so big I got to hold it on my shoulder like n***as in the 70's held a boombox I'm a true sinner, you a rat, the new Splinter What's tucked on the waist will f** up your face, I call this Bruce Jenner Torture your b**h on her stomach, force a whole gallon of lube in her I'm God, the b**h In Too Deep, this time I'll pool stick her Now these white fans, they don't crazy over the gun bars like it ain't good sh** But ah, just because it go over heads, don't make it hood sh** f** Caustic, I should come to where your family at Y'all gave me him instead of Shotty? This cracker is a waste of a bag That's a fanny pack I'll let the swammy clap I'll box Money, no Manny Paq Y'all acting like this p**y that n***a, he bringing tranny back? Caustic will get his sh** rocked worse than a snitch in gym pop I split shots like I'm in perfect shape, I tip tops Get your sh** rocked, from twin Glocks I spray cowards Dread head with two nines in Boston, I'm Jae Crowder L was raised in the streets, so I followed the block Guess I'm a running back You a cracker a** cracker from...Oakland But you wanna rap I shove an ugly a** - into your face like this a pumpkin patch Then let one clap over your head, I call that a jumping jack I raise arms, like I got a question Don't answer, I got six shooters, but only four play/foreplay, I gotta romance her I robbed the n***a, no gun, strong arming, that's a pole dancer Then let a couple sit in his Adam's apple, knock out his throat cancer This what happen when y'all put me vers' a loaner A G vers' a stoner A degree vers' diploma I come to the ring fly to knock a cracker out like I'm [?] I'm the most interesting man in the world I had a Dos Equis n***a drinking Corona Now you mentioned my daughter n***a? I'll slap the curls out your wet a** head You prolly ain't never even fought a n***a I'm disrespectful, I'll walk in your house and sh** everywhere That's a hoarder n***a Hater's pivot, who*e's travel, that's what I taught her n***a High Stakes was the biggest PayPerView event ever And y'all seen Laura Tarsi in America, all that mean is I can get my ratchet across the border n***a f** about my band doe, my can low, feeling like Rambo n***a fall for everything, what the f** he stand fo'? HPWT, I go where you can't go With an AR that I gotta hold like a banjo I'm heavy, this cracker ain't ready Trey deuce on the waist line, and deuce fours on the Chevy Extra can, my extra hand been ready to hit him like they did Ricky or Method Man in Belly Bang! My clip hold ten, I'm shoving twelve in it Shoulder shot then drench them in alcohol for twelve minutes This torture, my whip got your girl in it That white b**h got a donkey, my job is pin the tail in it What I talk about I done did it, my life's wild And to this lifestyle I am committed You want it then come and get it Haters is known to pivot Travelers seen the world my lifestyle's exquisite Gangstas don't die they raise families I move my b**h and my daughter from Newark to Miami I'm the most viewed battle rapper in this world You white boys, I shined a light on y'all I made y'all fresh What you thought? There wasn't no more room in my graveyard left? I got four fingers and a thumb that'll cave y'all chest And y'all know y'all can't correctly spell "bars" without the "A.R.S." (My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic And you can't spell "bars" without putting that "ars" in it) And your baby mother autistic