[Round 1- Arsonal]

Arsonal's a household name, a known fact that'll get you far

Conceited? That's something a lot of ugly bitches are

Shoot at ya whip, bullets will flip ya car

I grip ya jaw and pull ya little face apart with a fucking Jiu-Jitsu cloth

I'm a G, keep it a hundred and three

Turn around little man, you square enough to live in that pineapple under the sea

Now Grindtime hit me back up, Lush put a few more stacks up

Sent a new mission, a stool pigeon gotta be hit, with a mac truck

So I'ma play the mac truck, guess who got the pigeon role?

A midget troll; Conceited, he softer than a tissue role

You ain't supposed to kiss and tell, but I kiss and told

Hey, ya sister hole is deep enough to hide a fishing pole

You a retard, ya coach told you to pick and roll

This nigga started eating his boogers after he picked his nose

Smelling his finger when he done wiping

You a wanna be thug who'll do anything for a gun license

Talking this ratchet and that one

You wack son, I'll slap you with the plastic off a cap gun

Fuck rhyming, why battle rap you?

I'll tie ya little ass to the pool table and shoot the cue ball into ya Adams apple

And Passwurdz and that fat nigga earlier, they some lames

Said my name so I had to spit bout you

Talking that Okwerd shit I should have Brain Peoples come and slap the shit out you

C'mon, for 3 stacks? That's chump change

He fuckin all these young dames

His life would've been more if his father left him as a cum stain

Or even flushed you down the toilet in a rubber condom

Every time ya mother hide her dildos your bother find 'em

Y'all be playing pass the rubber dick, on some other shit

Two stupid fags claiming SuperBad, Mclovin it!

Do me a favor, get a job, go learn to tie ya shoes

And stop beating ya dick with ya spermicidal lube

Con never was a con man

Con just had a lot of shit in common with Dennis Rodman, goddamn!

You claim you could beat me?

You lame and you stay in a Tipi!

You say names when you play with ya pee pee!

You tend to play games, but you ain't change completely!

"Ain't he ugly?" C'mon my nigga, you claim you could beat me?!

Listen... Go 'head....

[Round 1: Conceited]

To get at this faggot I ain't have to do no research on him

They kept calling my phone like, "Yo I got mean dirt on him"

You still live at home with ya pops and you broke with no wealth

Then Darell Jones dropped a video blog exposing himself

You put it on the net for all us to see

But this faggot is Darrell Jones Jr....so the fruit don't fall far from the tree

I'm palming the heat and the toaster will spark ya

The chrome Ruger will drop Jones Junior like Antonio Tarver

Now you know he's a goner, I got bars like a charged phone

From the view I see a bitch that's talking but you not a Star, Jones

I'm a hard stone, you rough as a Brillo

Nah you that skittles type you bout as a dangerous as Sisqo... in a pillow fight

Lush will call you a faggot, Plax might say you a pussy hole

They see me, think of murder and torture

But you softer than cookie dough

I see you and see butterflies and tootsie rolls

Cause' he the type to do the Butterfly and the tootsie roll

Listen I'm the type that'll dick ya wife, you go down, you a muff diver

Ya bitch gave me dome while you sit at home like an Umpire

But you not safe, you better put on locks/LOX like a Ruff Ryder

Cause' I roll with big semis like a truck tire and they open caps like a sun visor

I'll run in his house and let the snub fire and then put the cans to ya 6 pack like Budweiser

It don't matter what step you on Ars I'm one higher

Cause' I'll be damned if I lose to elementary school bus driver

That's not a punchline, thfit's a real fact! I don't know why he's braggin'

You wake up 5 am to hop on that cheese wagon

You don't grip pounds and have the gun shooting

You tell kids, "Sit down" while the bus moving!

You never did a drive-by real slow and shoot chrome

Only time you drive by real slow is in the school zone

So all that lying make you look real soft

I'll catch you while you on the job, dropping kids off

Shoot at him but I won't miss the bus I ain't Kriss Kross

Shots hit the window, the gas tank, the tires might rip and tear

Y'all can call it the magic school bus cause' I'll make it disappear

This little square is in a group called Cash Addicts

And you think your clique proper?

If you such a cash addict, how come you couldn't handle a Rich Dolar?

That's cause' you get nada, everything you earn is useless

How you addicted to cash, but broke? Y'all more like allergic to it

Them burners shooting from all the triggers I touch

Since y'all addicted to cash, I'll keep giving him bucks!

The inf is a must if I spit millies

You could be the second nigga that get a red neck like a hillbilly

It don't matter what you poppin' Ars, you could spit 50

You won't hit me, all ya shots gonna miss cause' you from Brick City

But you wanna be from New York, but you soft as pudding

I know you Jersey niggas wanna come to NY

Cause' even the Nets wanna come to Brooklyn

But I know real killers in Montgomery, Booker T and Lafayette

You getting loud like you'll break my neck

Pussy you nervous and wouldn't even break a sweat

I spray the tech and I clutch and burst pipes

I'm the type to make sparks fly like love at first sight

We should've battled on the first night

How you gon' judge me but you don't bang hammers?

I'll spray blamma's, it's a wrap for your head like a bandanna

Aim at his dreads and I'll pop them locks like a break dancer

Give me a straight answer

I heard last time you left Cali faster than a Corvette

Cause' them real crips found out you threw up the wrong set

You was in ya hotel room all stressed and y'all think this pussy will bang?

How you gangsta, but you sweet? What you part of? The Sugar Hill Gang?

Now you looking real lame, I swear Ars is a mess

This whole time shows you an actor

That's the only reason you part of a set

I'm sparking the tech, Uzi's and hecklers

Since you gangsta acting, I'll stick to the script

And shoot at ya set like a movie director

All them movements and gestures just show that Ars is fake

He never sparked the 8

You a serial/cereal killer just cause' you ate Frosted Flakes?

But I don't want y'all to take that that's some sort of hate

Since you from Jersey I'll put you all in the dirt

Now y'all really can be the Garden State

But I fuck with the bricks so I ain't saying that y'all all are lame

But if y'all keep repping Ars name

And he say Jersey thru his blood and thru all his veins

I'ma get rid of the bricks like a ball Ars' crane

And then retire Jersey like the hall of fame...

[Round 2: Arsonal]

They flew me out here to give 'em a show, plus to give me some dough

You by far the smallest nigga I know If I punched you in your chest, your leg would probably break with it

I don't discriminate, I motherfuckin' hate midgets

How you claim you let your snub loose when I seen you cross dressing

Pink leggings Ars' some Ugg boots Now how can I be a fan of him?

Thanks to the cameraman there's footage of you fuckin' a mannequin

You at the beach getting buried in the sand again

Stuck now you can't move, so you gotta get a tan again

Turn around, we both rap, we had a common goal

Your father knows his 22 year old can still at toddler clothes

You remind me of a little ass snotty nose

Punk who think he pimping because he got a snotty nose

My nigga, you been short since The Cosby Show

I could tell you on that same shit Whitney used to shove up Bobby nose

You always talking bout how loud your shotty goes

You wouldn’t wanna fight if I hit you with two body blows

I usually rap for a long time, but for you I’m a keep it short

I'll beat the swine out this pig eating, Keebler dwarf

This ain't the Octagon, this is Ars' dropping bombs

Line for line on a delivery boy from Papa Johns

Yeah I strive for mine, I deep sea dive for mine

Your dude a father time, he got the swag of a soccer mom

Con you will get steel smacked, real rap

He'll get stomped out til by my bottom bitch until her heel crack

On camera your banana will get peeled back

For promotion you'll get thrown in the ocean where the seals at

He wanna go to Buffalo, where the Bills at I wanna know, if you so hot, where your deal at?

I'm signed, I'm ride that motherfucker til the wheels cracked

Then I'ma break your trachea and really kill scrap

Now I'm 2, or should I say I'm who Is an animal on tracks a lyrical rhymes zoo

When I think of Conceited I clearly define dude

A tall midget 5'2" who wears a size 5 shoe

You so soft, so fragile and delicate

A uppercut guarantees his two nostrils separate I'ma set it straight, every take

I levitate I drop kick you dead in your chest while you meditate

This like Muhammad Ali against a featherweight

You a small issue, no taller than a wedding cake

This ain't right, you totally hate life

But Chucky's your friend to the end cause y'all niggas the same height

I'll show up to your door and knock as hard as I can

Soon as you answer there's the palm of my hand I shoot til it's empty, my revolver don t jam

I'll fuck your mom and make you press record on the cam’

Damn, I never gave a fuck about you

Every bitch up in this room could get a buck OR out you

You don't give dick to the females, you trick to the females

You a rat, they interrogate, you give them the details

See I'm a D-Boy and my bitch she a D-Girl

Your bitch a seal her pussy smell like sea world

Fiend bitch, she suck like she forgot she got teeth

She be on her knees so much the bitch forgot she got feet

Peep, I'm flyer than ever, I don't hate you

So after I roast you we gon go outside and get high together

But if you don't pass me the Dutch I'm break my own leg just to beat your ass with a crutch

I'm tough, hungry and agitated, you're getting me aggravated

Your sister's a vampire, her pussy I had to slay it

It's a shame, your whole life has been fabricated

I meant to shoot you out when I masturbated

But instead I tucked your mother and ejaculated

I wish she would've swallowed you, your ass would've evaporated

But now you facing your father getting decapitated

Stupid nigga, he's 27 and still ain't graduated…from middle school

You ignorant, you been a fool

This nigga 4'2" scared to jump in a 5 foot swimming pool

And this stupid nigga think he living cool

You never seen an 8 ball

So tell me how the fuck you supposed to win in pool?

Keep talking I'ma hang you by your tongue high

Pretty boy and that's the reason why your shorty want I

See really I'm a big Willy, I'm thinking with my one eye

Once I reach for the gauge you start to run by

Some tried, but I spit rapidly til I'm tongue tied

Cause I'm a predicate felon

Cash Addict alumni I spit fire and ifs real hot, he kinds frail, I guess he losing weight

Since he decided to take that walk with Gil Scott

After my steel pop, he'll drop

Your teacher won't have the chalk neither, this time it'll be real cops

Outlining, north Brick City yeah I'm south siding

I'm getting big, his bitch should get a bib

Cause her mouth slobbing, you know nothing ‘bout balling

You know nothing ‘bout riding, unless it's a bicycle

This nigga must be a vegetarian on my pickle (?)

With no mercy, my rhymes colder than an icicle

I had nothing nigga, started it out with....

[Round 2: Conceited]

You sounded very repetitive, I'ma turn this place to a riot

Keep making short jokes, we gon’ make David & Goliath

I spit Ether so hot that I'm sparking up a flame

Ain't nothing fire about you, why is the word Arson in your name?

When I'm palming on the thing I'm a leg sizzler

Shots turn his dreads from black licorice to red Twizzlers

He's a switcher and now he hope that Grind Time hire 'em

Cause the real reason Loaded Lux fired him cause he never tell the truth

Ever since day one you been lying then/Lion Den

But now he started his own shit I knew there was something weird about it

Ultimate Warrior named after a wrestler

So I know there's nothing real about it

And he does Hulkamania leg drops and your nuccas be gossiping?

Nigga you look just like Booker T Washington

That's probably why he took the whole wrestling mute

To make you feel at home this is WCW, sight so word

Then you got dreads, Whoopie Goldberg

Nigga you not popping it and you never squirt the toast

Only thing you have in common with the Tech 9 and Hollow's

Is that you spit the same verse to both

But I ain't mad at the shit you reciting often

You did what's right Ars, you supposed to recycle garbage

Now let's be honest, you give gang members a bad name

When you twist your fingers and throw your clique in the air

Cause you a bitch, just continue to twist OR your hair

Speaking of which I let a clip spit at this dip shit

It won't be that Canadian rapper when I shoot at this Kid's Twists

You better sleep with one eye open like Slick Rick

I'll make this bitch strip, take his clothes, switch my gears like a stick shift

I'll have Darell stuck up like rich chicks

Now this "Crip" love to tell stories and loves to rep Grape Street

Well I know real Grapes and they don't like scrubs

You screaming out Watts like you some type thug

Only Watts you know deal with a lightbulb

So don't get all hyped up, you just beating yourself

You the Brad Pitt of Fight Klub

I light slugs let a clip spark at your feet so you could Crip walk

Get pissed off when I grip that steel

Put him in a wheelchair, now you can be a Crip for real

I'ma break his eyes till he can't see

Bruise him till he's all purple then throw him on Grape Street

Make a quick call and have Day go through Lush, you said in Oakland they smoke grapes?

I bet in Watts them Grapes smoke you

Cause I know real Grape dudes that'll make this Grapefruit leak grape juice

What could this fake Grape tell me?

You'll get spread with the biscuit, now you grape jelly

See you stay yelling to hide your lack of creativity

You get amped when you rapping, you screaming for no reason

You Samuel Jackson You got no character, no cadence, no lyrics either

A 5 dollar flow with no delivery, you Little Caesars

And no Crips believe your cause everything you say is a made up story

You never slide shells and the fifth

To make sales on the strip to see the dough

You a TV show, all we hearing is Tales From The Crip

A bunch lies, corny bars and a couple lines I'll chop off them dreads before your Busta Rhymes

I'll dump the 9 and snipe lead

Turn them dark blue chucks you always rap about to bright red

And snipe lead when I'm throwing up slugs

You might think he switched gangs when he's throwing up Blood

[Round 3: Arsonal]

Your breath smell like shit mixed with clam chowder

That ain't no damn sour, fuck bubble gum

You need to but your fucking tongue in a damn shower

The top of your head come to your dude navel

We ain't battle at the Fight Klub cause they said

You wouldn't of been able to see above the pool table

You don't look that Conceited to me

You like a little boy with skinny jeans and smedium T

All this gun cocking and clapping talk will get you put in a box kid

A uppercut to you, weenie, you gon run out the door like QP and Fox did

You only 4'10" so why you rant and scream?

Let’s try gambling, $100 say he can't tap the backboard off a trampoline

Dwarfism is what I call an issue, it most be hard to kiss you

When your girl about 6 feet taller than you

You'll go to jail for a starter pistol

And let your cellmate use your forehead for some toilet tissue

Why is that? Cause you soft and you feminine

Talking bout "I'm pretty, my complexion is the glossiest cinnamon"

You out here in the Bay lying to these white bitches

Trying to get a date for tonight, talking bout you a dark skin Dominican

That's why niggas hoping you lose, you was the worst mistake

To every come through your mother's fallopian tubes

I choke you and hope that you ooze

Strangle your neck than your throat will be bruised

Then stick a mouse trap in both of your shoes

I'll advise you not to load your gauge

Cause I'ma Chuck Norris chop you, disarm you

Than pile drive you on your shoulder blades

I'm loud, I'm high, if I don't blow the Haze

I might Shawn Michaels super kick you in some rollerblades

Fuck heaven, you in solar space

You got the body of a 6 year old girl with a cobra face

So I know you a slithery ass snake

Who wears skinny leg jeans, Prada's and glittery ass Bape's

But you from BK, nigga you from Green Bay

And you work as a change toll collector on a freeway

You needed better school, you claiming you the maaaaan on the pedestal

Nigga you need to staaaaaand on a stepping stool

So we can finally talk man to bitch

You may not know, but Conceited's considered naughty on Santa's list

I'm a mixture of Marshall Mathers and Canibus

I'll torture you by making you slowly sip on your grandma's piss

Then feed you banana clips and that's desert

Fuck battling me, you need to worry about Dude who say he gon fuck you up after work

Cause I've travelled, I'm good, I've battled around half the Earth

Ratchet burst, Casket, Hearse, Paul Bearer, Pastor, Church

You a dead bird, pigeon gone Is it true all little people are fans of midget porn?!

I'm the king and you a little pawn

Other words, Mr. Potato-Head height with the little arms

Game over, your midget ass need a make over

I know it's a small world, but I'd be damned if little people take over

To beat me, you gon need a verse from Jigga, Jay, Hova

One hundred and eight soldiers and a fucking flame thrower

In battle I'm on top of this, you about as real as Metropolis

I shove my dick and a Rhinoceros down your sisters esophagus

Stop talking like your hand on the metal

Nigga how you gon do a drive by?

You jump in the driver seat and your feet don't even land on the pedal

You need 4 phonebooks to sit on, nigga you should just fly there

At 6 Flags they said you gotta be this tall to get on

So we know you can't ride there!

'09 is my year, Oakland what's cracking?

He'll die here We at the dinner table, this nigga eating

Yoga in a high chair With a bib and a pacifier in a diaper full of soft shit

I'll fuck you up physically, no hand work, all kicks

I'll have your niggas like "Add shit!

That nigga Ars sick He done turned Con to one of the cast members in Saw 6"

I hate grown men with baby faces

And I actually hate people, that's mainly racist I'm felon, back in Jersey I'm on the run, I got 80 cases

You a ass eater, your tongue all in that lady anus

You like butt in your mouth

That's why you smoke cigarettes on a daily basis

I'm the man with my black ass, I squeeze hands and my Mac blast

Is there a reason I'm battling Wee-man from Jackass?

I get it cracking, we could get it popping, full cost

How I'm supposed to take you serious when Willy Wonka is your boss?

This the truth, I wouldn't lie to you, but what type of guy are you

That can actually stand straight the fuck up

And don't gotta bend down when he tie his shoe?

Are you white or black? Dominican? Latino? Cripping or Damu?

Conceited wouldn't be ill with the swine flu

Every STD possible and cancer times 2

Or even the actual AIDS virus secretly living inside you

Brooklyn can't find you with a flashlight in the daytime

Cause you the neighborhood predator little man

You made Dateline bout 8 times

This nigga talking real nasty on the chat room

Beating his dick off in the bathroom

I bet you right now it's a 12 year old girl waiting for him in the backroom

I don't give a fuck, you talking all this squirting

You don't pop shit but a shirt tag

You's a skinny, scrawny, filthy fucking shit foot dirtbag

And last but not least, I bust my clip

If I do this one more time, stand on my homies shoulders I'll be the height that you could suck my dick

[Round 3: Conceited]

I shine like pearls and some glitters, but look at my ears

The girl in the backroom, that girl is your sister

Now listen I'm starting to think Arsonal's dumb

With that whole little style you pulled

Where'd the fuck you get the name Arsonal from?

Is it to show the many was that Arsonal's garbage?

Or is it because all you got is an Arsenal of losses

I'm so sick when I spit my bars make you nauseous

I'm sharper than the top of arrows

They wouldn't let you stay in The Booth if you was Colin Farrell

That’s because you don't say anything swell

I'm emptying shells you New Jersey Devil I'll send 'em to Hell

In your video blog you called me a window shopper, bitch I'm a star!

The only way I'm window shopping is if I'm buying tints for the car

Why you spitting them bars? You sound like a pussy A bitch! A herb!!

Know you want no action Mary cause he's scared of a/Aye Verb

That means you don't sprout guns no matter the outcome

You been to the East and the West in the map and the bottom

But St. Louis got you scared to be in the middle like Malcolm

Now you know after that I ain't losing I'll make sure that pilot drop you off in St. Louis

Better get ready to rip that tight shirt and spit them choppers

Cause I'ma say, "Yo he's right thurr" and have them Hitmen Holla

I'm hotter All you rap about is how bitches will suck you and a bitch will touch you

Nigga I don't even think that a bitch would fuck you

So stop saying you be cashing them checks

You a rookie and you battling vets

The only time you got pussy is when you backed out from battling Rex

Now it's time for me slashing your neck, Ok said you go to Caine University

So you be in the campus courtyard

Your life's not gang related school boy

Only B's and C's you know about go on report cards

We all know that Llama is on him

His guns might go bam boom but mine sound like this....

Cause the silencers on 'em

See this is the same place you lost last time now you gon defeat yourself

Isn't it awkward/Okwerd how history repeats itself?

But that's not a shout out

As far as the West I got love for (?), Dizaster and Passwurdz tough

But the rest of them nerds suck, I'll fuck Okwerdz up!

I'm the type to move the rock first, I'm like Cavemen

The extra clips go for the Ruger, the silencer's on the 5's and semis

The Inf beam go on top 8's like my Myspace friends

So I don't know why you talking and yelling, I be sparking the weapon

It won't be a cartoon when all your dogs go to Heaven

I'm armed with the weapon, I cock and I shoot it

Now they'll be playing gospel songs gothic music

Lose it and I'm popping these Rugers

Have your whole fam lighting up candles, you ain't gotta be Jewish

Try to be stupid Ars, you approaching a Gorilla

I got toasters to deliver, shit floating in your liver

You see my finger holding on the trigger I'll have his body like Tina Turner, Rolling On A River