T-Rex (Battle Rapper) - Arsonal vs T-Rex lyrics

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T-Rex (Battle Rapper) - Arsonal vs T-Rex lyrics

[Round 1: Arsonal] Before I let y'all know ‘bout how my steel clap Ultimate Warrior had to have the battle in Newark Cause Smack would've got his sh** peeled back I ain't never been a trouble maker, but if Ars' left a n***a bleeding You may wanna investigate Rex Cause it's definitely a mason If these ten knuckles can't stretch this n***a even I'm on the side of the highway with my gun out Like I'm trying to catch a n***a speeding I'm a bully, tell this lil' b**h n***a I take porridge If I see it and I like it, I snatch it, I don't wait for it I'm disposing this n***a for one, I hate garbage And with my aim I should've played shooting guard for Wake Forest But I chose to rap, I still g**n and I load the Mac My money long enough to let all my homies hold a stack Do we have a problem? Soon as you show that gat I introduce you to that rocket launcher with the shoulder strap You ain't a shooter nor a rider, you a chauffeur poodle You got a vivid imagination, I'm a show your brutal This sh** I'm dropping got me rich You gon think I'm flushing Oprah doo doo I spread cream all on your b**h, then treat her lips like a toaster strudel This lil n***a named Randy, I'm banking on his family Halloween he *knock, knock* then I'm taking all his candy Walk into your mom kitchen, tie the apron to your granny Chop her up, hide her body in the basement by the pantry Then I walk in your studio and slap the sh** out of yo engineer I fire on anybody else who ever try to think or interfere I hak a lugie on your mic, that n***a Mook he kinda tight I walk up to him in his face and ask him do he wanna fight? You gon think I'm a sketch artist from the way I draw the uz' on him One shot, instant k**, BANG! Call of Duty on him Slice him while he f**ing, soon as his b**h put her booty on em Then iPhone Fox walkie talkie call the Goonies on 'em I'm the villain so I terrorize the people k** this n***a first round so we can set aside the sequel Jowie every lines deceitful, I'll stab him with Magic Johnson's tattoo gun And purposely forget to sterilize the needle I said I co*k Blocks, pop pop, blood on your bed spread You're not hot, so stop co*k blocking you're dead Fred Starving n***as like you in my city get fed led Low cut n***as die in the land of the dread head Now Ill told you the n***a that robbed you Wanted to prove that you lame And you was softer than a Titty Boi, so now he got 2 Chainz I would've said, you see what happen to you trying to be a pretty boy? n***a snatched them triple 9's from you in yo city boy And the Jesus Piece they tried to pawn it wasn't worth a penny boy In the last year Rex was robbed for "2 Chainz!" without Titty Boi You wanna knuckle up with me? I got that pocket knife Once you enter your house, your front door you better lock it twice Hundred round clip, awww sh** when that choppa slice Every Dot in your residence hit, I even shot the mice You seem shocked that I'm k**ing you Like you stuck aluminum foil in a socket twice My hitman Haitian and he'll off you for a box of rice He starving, k**ing n***as for food, pizza pasta price ' What you think he'll do if I told 'em that Randy got your slice? Bombs in your mailbox a package full of anthrax When I fire that heat will wok your body like some candle wax I slam, you slam, my gun jam, while I'm slamming back I'll slap you with the pistol, you'll think the pistol had a hand attached I'm dressed in all black like on that Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell You'll think I fed the clip pasta cause out the barrel I'ma send him shells I disrespect you on purpose, I give a f** who you n***as tell I piss in your favorite cup, put ice in it and tell you that it's ginger ale And you better drink it and eat the ice when you finished If not I'ma make sure you meet with ICE when you finished For playing games with me, you gon lose your life in a scrimmage You could be blue though cause I'm Popeye coming right off the spinach You couldn't beat me if I played you on rookie mode I'm the type of n***a snatch your breezy off foot patrol Tell her my chocolate melt in her mouth not in her hand And her hand my Tootsie Roll Then stick my whole arm in her, I Vince Carter that p**y hole And if you really a male nurse, then you got Gaylord Focker's job And being a male nurse is worse than being a soccer mom I know you don't wanna rumble in the jumble or the octagon If we was two coke heads with a kilo to snort You couldn't keep up with me line for line I spelt your name in all 100's, waited for you to sign the line You battled 5,762 n***as after that, still I waited for you to find the time Yes it was in your DNA to battle Tech around Ramadan It was kinda Okwerd how Conceited did you and Ill beat you line for line I ain't gon stop till my account whole 8 digits First round, he small thing to a giant and I motherf**in' data midgets! [Round 1: T-Rexl Grown man bam is something he gotta deal with It don't matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said It ain't gon equal up to this real sh** This n***a moved from Newark to New Orleans And got the Newark n***as protecting you Thais 95% of the reason I ain't got respect for you So it's best for you to chill with that "I'ma slap T-Rex sh**." Cause it's hammers on deck and n***as done died for less sh** I'll have bullets in his stomach, back, legs, hips And since he got dreads he's used to getting his head twist My life is full of extended clips and head shots Hustling on the corner, who gives a f** if the Feds watch? You really think we gon believe that you let the lead pop? When you rap about clarinets and Hulkamania leg drops? And ahead swing on me, that's what you said ock And I'ma have a red dot on each and every dread lock My n***as got lead co*ked, they thirsty to spray a clip Find one of his locks (LOX) on the ROC, Jadakiss You see my patience is not that big So a n***a to get off on, I'm not that kid One funny move, I'ma pop your wig I got a little Trick Trick that'II make you forget what a Shotgun is For one, my patience not that big So a n***a to get off on, I'm not that kid One funny move and I'ma pop your wig I got a little Trick Trick that'll make you forget what a Shotgun is And that shows that he's a fake guy Cause under no circumstances in the world I'ma say I don't know Mook or K-Shine We all got love for Hip-Hop right? So y'all gon understand me Well Calicoe took Arsonal out the back Like Trick Trick was Chrissy and he was Yourndi I'ma make y'all think right Calicoe k**ed him and saved him all in the same night Took em to the airport, told to have a safe flight Cause if Arsonal was at a wedding he wouldn't swing rice Play nice before I shoot you in broad daylight Have red lights all on the back of his car like the brake lights They think cause they got me in Newark I'm out of the zone Long as there's gangstas in the building I'm a feel I'm at home I walk around with the clip and the chrome I take my dog with me to Arsonal grave site to give 'em his bones My n***as been warring, it ain't nothing new The odds in this so scared he'll think Trick Trick you my uncle too We could fight or take to guns, what you wanna do? My team like the wheelchair league, we roll up and shoot Your name don't ring bells in the Jersey section You only hang with Shotgun Suge for protection Ask Surf the night of Summer Madness, I f**ed Bella that same night And you be kissing that b**h in the mouth like that's your wife He just a stupid Crip that wanna be Blood Violate me, I beat 'em until he see blood Have the Locs looking like "He knew he wasn't gonna beat cuz." I'm who he wanna be, cause, because, his girl a Rex groupie He be on my dick more than she does I give 'em 3 slugs, enough to fill 3 lungs, the doctor said "Arsonal's Crip, now he needs Blood." You like talking bout Red? I do too dawg I'll have him laying in a puddle of Red with his head blew/blue off You think I don't know about gangs cause I ain't flagging? My n***as said they stay 0-50 and don't f** with them red dragons Different magnums that don't come in no gold wrapping Lay-a-way bullets you get the most on the back end He wanted war, f** it, I'ma gun him off My options is the pen/pin or the gutter, I'm a bowling ball He can't beat me, I talk greasy like motor oil They suspenders, with these two straps I'm shooting overall I k** lames, fronting? He gon feel pain That 40 have me explaining my story in front of Mills Lane I'm throwing bullets like a Buffalo Bills game Them shells will have his train of thought derailed/Darell Like his real name I'm going back to Harlem with this n***a dreads Y'all know my slogan... THIS ni**a DEAD! [Round 2: Arsonal] You lost to Conceited clearly, this I gotta let you know But your fan base will never leave you It's like New Yorkers got a special glow They still give you hugs and kisses, a lot of X and 0 Overlook your a**hole mistakes and accept you back For example just look at Plaxico Rex you garbage, that's a fact well established And the only Macho Man named Randy was a Savage See the crack that I distribute turn tilies into addicts And your lines ain't connecting which means your channels turn to static Rapping bout 12 12 skinny's ain't gon make you a D Boy n***a It's four elements to hip-hop and you the B Boy n***a I stab you in your other ear I bet it keloid quicker Now bow down and kiss the chucks like you Leroy n***a! And Sho Nuff, you came, you showed up So I'm gon' literally smoke you, no papers, no Dutch I'm gon walk up on your block with my pack and post up They like "This Rex corner" I don't give a f** and then what!? I run sh** here! You just live here! Shoot em in his head while his mother and both his kids there Take em to the hospital in my car, fill out his paper work and sit there Texting everybody in his phone like "It was crazy y'all should've been there." We pull triggers while you Call Of Duty bu*ton pressing Your 3 minute round wasn't nothing but a bluffing session I'll put a knife hole in your Pb just to neutralize your lung congestion Quick blast one shot and yo b**h a** You'll think I'm trying to give him a bu*t injection My bullets fight to leave the barrel, hollow's bugging in my gun So I'ma exercise my trigger til ain't nothing in my gun You ain't nothing but a bum This gotta be Don't Be A Menace In South Central While Drinking Your Juice In The Hood, cause I'm younger than my son Surf f**ed your baby mother, got it on camera You called her and she talk to you about You bending over and her eating yo a** crack You could have that, that ain't even what I'm mad at You remember I told that f*ggot n***a Joe Budden He the male version of Kat Stacks? Well you remind me of that rat on a snap trap With the cheese caught in yo backpack You f*g that handle balls in yo backfield, you a half back n***a cool out, Rex tell the truth what you know about pulling your tool out Having a shootout right in front your principal soon as he let school out Telling your crew bout a new route and watching your soldiers move out You can't pretend to comprehend my friend an what are you bout? You can catch me on these worthless streets, purple chucks, purple fleece Hammer tucked in my waistline my dickies got a perfect crease Rebel/Devil I make your nephew smoke your niece To keep it all in the family have your aunt and uncle promote the beef Puff, Puff, pa** with the chrome, I leave that Block smoking It's baby locs in this neighborhood an Watts rolling One shot in your temple that s officially mind blowing To confirm you deserve you gon die with your eyes open That first round wasn't yours, them his lyrics, your rhymes stolen Dick all in her booty at breakfast, I have your moms moaning Apes and bananas in that coochie that mean I'm congo'ing You planking in your casket face down with your spine showing While you out rhyming about pistol playing and pitching coke Your b**h probably in the trap house rocking a n***a boat She spitting on the mic, a soprano don't never miss a note She the illest, what you talkin' bout willis? She got a Different Stroke She in that squat position, right hand jerkin, left on the p**y lips My wood on deck she just waiting to get that p**y hit I'm grand slamming every hit back, not on no rookie sh** Surf introduced your baby mom to that g**n on some Tookie sh** So if I catch you creeping on my strip or even speaking of my b**h I swear to god both these hands will have you leaking from the lip Your moms will walk in the living room and find your brain on your lap Her exact words is "I know my son would die from thinking with his dick.' I told you stay the f** out my business, you still snooping? My pill just dropped, I'm retarded, I'm still grooving You could have a Kevlar/Teflon flap jacket with the Block I'm Dirk Nowitski no matter what defense you brought to Newark tonight I'm still shooting I don't dance or throw dollars, my shooters is old shottas 357's, Mac 11's and them old choppas Manhattan rappers be traveling round the world Bullets will alley oop to the clip then bang in every Harlem Globetrotter Now don't get me wrong In Harlem everybody and they mama wanna be a rapper Ask Jim Jones girl Chrissy, she'll tell you in Harlem Everybody and they mama wanna be a rapper Round here I be Chevy driving steady mobbing with that clapper .357 by em let em try me and I'll clap ya I ain't never seen Redman or Treach get treated like a s**a But I did see Cam' and Jim Jones both get ran out the Rucker I ain't ever seen Redman or Treach get treated like a s**a But I did see Cam and Jim Jones both get ran out the Rucker I swear to and I put my right hand to the man up above ya I put the Block down for a second and beat the man out your mother! And I gon stop til my account hold 8 digits You a small thing to a giant and I motherf**in' hate midgets! [Round 2: T-Rex] Ars, I remember the day that I met you, you was on my dick Lux let you do a few battles, than you got on some sh** I remember, we was at the Lionz Den, he showed me he was a fan Hoyee respected my work and wouldn't let go of my hand Accept my name at the Tech 9 battle that showed you had respect for me But couldn't stand that you wasn't the man when you stood next to me Then you put yourself on a level that you ain't even on Spelt my name out in some money that wasn't even yours Now pause, I ain't trying to play you Am But if Lux put you on that mean a Harlem n***a made you Ars They been waiting for years to see this Arsonal against T-Rex, that's scene mean sh** It turn into prom night when them choppers start squeezing On you gon be in a suit, you get hit with this limousine clip sh**, I'm thirsty to let a trigger blast Bullets hit his a**, his blood will be going Twista fast I'm on that old sh** with a new clip and a different mask Think he came with receipt how I put him in a bag n***as block dying once you see them shots flying Me and him will never be cool, I am not lying p**y, you gon swing on who? Ars, try it To get everything I hear (hair) straight, I use hot-iron n***as could've left him dead in the D f** I gotta spell it out? You called the DEA in the D One day I was doing a show and it was me, Web and Jim We was performing our hit I look left, I look right, then I looked left again It was a n***a in the crowd and he was pumping his fist And it was Arsonal, dancing to some sh** that sound like this I said, "They don't call him Arsonal cause he got an arsenal full of tools Ayo Dan, they call him Arsonal cause he got an arsenal full of moves." He could break dance, he could boogie, he could groove He can even do the James Brown sh** with his shoes f** him, I leave everybody in his family stretched Start with brother, moms, aunt and his granny next No respect, walk up on him and start to air the Tec You send it there with Rex, your shadow gotta wear a vest My Illinois land lord n***as say they hate him, he's goofy On sight, when they see 'em they gon spray at his Kufi Walk up on him, hit em in the face with the uzi Shoot em over and over and over in the same spot You'd a think they was taping a movie Damn, y'all I'm thirsty to leave his camp chalked The water right in front of his building I'm there/Deer parked I can't stand Ars run up and let a can spark His brain will fly, blood will stain the floor, landmark It's Opitmus Prime when I'm popping the nine Two nickel plates, Arsonal dotted the drop of a dime Switch that, Optimus Prime when I'm popping the nine Two nickel plates, Arsonal dotted, I got the drop from his dime Switch that, Optimus Prime when I'm popping the nine Two nickel plates, Arsonal died from dropping a dime He's supposed to be a g**ner and banging is the thang you do If you an much of a g**ner, why you always got a Blood on stage with you? Probably cause this n***a p**y and he let bangers shoot So when some sh** pop off he be the n***a that's saving you For K-Shine I'll ride and pull fo's out Keep blowing at a n***a candle until it blows out He just had a battle in Detroit and got paid Why the f** it took Calicoe and Smack to bail Surf out? Y'all probably ain't know Calicoe and Smack bailed Surf out But since we in Newark and they from Newark That's something Newark need to know about He'll probably ride when it come to that Ain't no probably, my n***as gon ride cause we come with that The grind, I'm in love with that, the block, I got lust for that Who wanna pump right now? I'm giving up 40 for a 100 pack He an soft, he ain't ever letting chrome off I give Streetz the head nod, his head will get blown off k** Arsonal on the house, that means no cost We start putting n***as to sleep, we let dose off Get your nose out my business or get it blown off You bout to take a known loss right here in your home court Me and you man to man, try to zone off That fif silent you won't hear it ring like the phone's off I said I'm leaving with this n***a's dreads It's only rounder two this n***a dead! [Round 3: Arsonal] We finally in the Bricks! South ward is y'all in here? What the f** you gon do now, now that I got all of my men here? See all my battles been away which means nine of my moods been fair You was f**ed at the door soon as the security let you in here Cause if you show out, they block exits til there's no out Crowd beating yo a** is the only footage to go out If I hear you say some disrespectful Crip sh** outta yo mouth I'ma pop on you out the blue you like a tire with a blow out Running your mouth talking that tough sh**, this your last night Retarded strength, beat a n***a slow with a fast right You never in your life heard of Ars had a bad fight Thinking you the sh** my n***a you'll get your a** wiped Straight off the face of the earth, I'ma spazz right? I'm undeniable with that cannon that means I'm dash right This n***a here, for $100 and a flight He do all my shooting, he @ThisIsTwizz I guess I'm Smack White Running your mouth talking that tough sh**, this your last night Retarded strength, beat a n***a slow fast right You never in your life heard of Ars had a bad fight Thinking you the sh** my n***a you get your a** wiped Straight off the face of the earth, I'ma spazz right? I'm undeniable with that cannon that mean I'm dash right This n***a here, for $100 and a flight He do all my shooting, he @ThisIsTwizz I guess I'm Smack White This n***a think he know Newark cause he yelled a couple blocks out Claiming a wrong hood will definitely get you knocked out It's real him and G Shine n***as in the building So K-Shine you better watch out, you ain't official Set up arrangements for your moms to pick your box out My shooter crazy as hell, she pop n***as with they co*k out She had a baby at 12, b**h was an 8th grade dropout No gloves to hide her print, she pull a sock out, then pull a Block out The nose on it longer than the 2011 NBA lockout Now how dare you come to Newark and actually think you'll get a win off I'll fight you with both hands behind my back All kicks and guarantee you won't get a hit off Cause soon as we square up and you think you bout to get some sh** off This whole front row gon knock your motherf**ing wig off With the gloves I'm a south paw If you don't believe me we could find the proof Twin Glocks bust at the same time I'm ambidextrous when it's time to shoot I'll f** your b**h in one position just for thinking I was kinda cute From the back so much hardcore Doggystyle You gon think that b**h was signed to Snoop You 5'2", you don't scare anybody You a Talladega Night a** n***a now do the Ricky Bobby I 'll take you the church up the street where they viewed Whitney body And let the Boyz N Tha Hood really introduce you to Ricky's shotty I'm coast to coast, I'm internationally known You aren't, you put 10 years into this battle rap craft, but who's touring? If battle rap was the NBA, my n***a you would be Luke Walton Gangsta's don't die, we get chubby and move to New Orleans And I knew you was gon speak on that, and it's no holding back I'm in that 176 ward, Holly Grove where the soldiers at I move from one city to another where n***as known to scrap You'll get Wako'd for skipping up the block by a Juvenile Cause everybody in that Nola Clap I live in a city where public drinking and pistol carrying is legalized So I don't pack my Mac in the back of my Ac My strap in my hand I don't need to hide I mean I could walk down the block with my sh** out, I don't need to ride My strap is like you to his shadow, it never leave my side I could walk in your son school with it out An in his cla**room during nap time, wake him out of his sleep like, "No your daddy's been flat lined Your mothers been s**ing dick since the Super Bowl at halftime And I'm only taking custody of you cause it's motherf**ing tax time." Now since everybody that battled you talk about Mook L'ma switch it up, all that talk about K-Shine, nah, l'ma zip it up Chyna Ashley, she don't need a fan base look that b**h big enough I'll steal weed off Tay Roc and let all of these n***as hit the Dutch Get it? Listen up, I just broke down the whole Dot Mob Rex you been in a vet and still ain't make it in my top 5 Them Crip n***as you claim you hang out with, them n***as not live They false flagging that meant hey ain't seeing right That make em co*k eyed I'm Crip for real and all of them baby locs do shoot But watch this if you Blood and you f** with Da Rebel my n***a Soo Woo! It seems to me you gon have a problem when it's time to go You seem a lil uncomfortable like it's hard for you to find your flow Let me ask y'all a question, I'm Grape Street Cripping and that's OK alright So refer to me as an American Gangster cause I don't play fight And with that .38 I'm Frank Lucas, if you don't pay right I'll shoot tango in the middle of his head in broad daylight And if I'm lying I'm dying, I ain't dead so here's the topic We was in California, I battled Diz', he battled Okwerdz This was all around the time when I said when I see 'em l'ma slap him Now l'ma tell y'all all the real reason behind why nothin' happen I'm in my hotel room I get a knock at my door Who is it? I'm really not sure I look through the peep hole, it's Louie the 13th that lil Dot Mob who*e I said "What up", he hesitated, his response was kinda iffy Your boy looked over my shoulder And seen I had them Grape n***as with me I ain't gon lie I was in Oakland I had 7-8 n***as with me My money long everywhere I go, you know I take n***as with me So he said "I'm, Rex wanna holla at you" I said if he wanna holla, where he at n***a, I'm listening And why the f** would Rex send you on this dummy mission? So I go up to this n***a room, in my mind you know I'm mad as sh** He open the door like "Am we the only two repping the east coast Let's stick together on this battle sh**." I swear to And on my mother I seen a happy punk jump out his soul Like a f*ggot with a bag of dicks I co*k back to slap his lips and I thought to myself I was raised by a woman And mama said a man should never slap a b**h Moral of the story I would've felt less than a man if I put my palms to him So I co*k back, I put in her hand and told my mom do him I said "But he a coke head please before you squeeze give that line to 'em." But soon as he hit that base line my mom bang on fern like Lebron do 'em Rex you could talk about my daddy, you could even talk about my mother f**, cause I'm a disrespectful motherf**er Which means I can really give a mother-f**! That s just a lack of creativity for your bars, it's a cover up And mama Rebel in the building and she says she'll f** yo mother up We could call 'em both to the stage We could have our moms put the gloves on My moms gon beat sh** down yo moms leg Til she bleeding or it's blood drawn And she ain't gon stop til that account hold 8 digits f** this mic situation y'all know my slogan I motherf**ing hate midgets! [Round 3: T-Rex] Yo when I had my son I lost a little bit of love for this battle rap sh** But when my son turned 2 or 3 and you saw my last 2 or 3 You know I'm back b**h You see these hammers that I'm carrying, they not for show I let your whole space ship, I let a rocket go One by one they'll be falling like dominoes Arsonal d**h will be in a rush, he gotta go I f** with crazy cats, fronting? Get your lady snatched Kid too, you need more than ribs to get that baby back Against Miles I told y'all I was a crazy cat I'll murk you, leave town, you don't know what part of main he at f** slow it down, speed it up, we been saying that See my n***as don't play, word, watch your word play I could get you KO'd, I give the OK I co*k the old 'K, co*k and aim it yo way If this n***a acting bugged, that snub will be the Mac spray You see I got a mean shot, but it's no game Two tre's and I'm shooting from Larry Bird range That story that he just told, he was fronting He said he was gon slap me when he seen me and did nothing It turnt to the post office when that clip dumping I'll get a mail/male boxed if I send something You war with Dots we off your blocks, no valentine They find his heart in a chocolate box No f** the talking ock, I'll let them 40's pop Clap him through the jacket, I'm like Dirk with them awkward shots I got the belt and I'm defending mine When we ride, if kids outside, they meant to die Once them hollow tips get inside This n***a meat will start falling off the bone like it's tenderized L Et's take it this route, we could let the fits out The person that's gon' die, is the person with the big mouth Caught em and his broad while he was sleeping at his b**h house When I blast off, I take half off, I'm trying to make this count I'm a vet, I'm not a rookie in the game I'm schooling n***as, Ars been playing hookie It's okay, but if he act up I'ma walk up and hit 'em with the thing I be clapping the arm like I'm looking for a vein I promise I'll finish his folks, squeeze the lead Crack his egg, have him spilling his yolk til he dead Grab the lead and shove the fifth down his throat He got his whole orange peeled, he was beat to a pulp A n***a like Ars could never ever f** with me Cause all this sh** he say, it'll never equal up to me 4 My feelings am shot, you feeling a shock a you numb on your left side That feeling's 'you shot', n***a laugh when they squeal to the cops Crazy Arsonal rolling at his funeral, his wheel's on his box I been built to flip yours, in 10 days I be chopping bricks like a Sensai Comprehends? Look I told y'all I was coming for this n***a head I don't even wanna finish my round cause this n***a dead