[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 shit peeled back

I ain't never been a trouble maker, but if Ars' left a nigga bleeding

You may wanna investigate Rex

Cause it's definitely a mason

If these ten knuckles can't stretch this nigga even I'm on the side of the highway with my gun out

Like I'm trying to catch a nigga speeding

I'm a bully, tell this lil' bitch nigga I take porridge

If I see it and I like it, I snatch it, I don't wait for it

I'm disposing this nigga 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 gangbang 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 shit I'm dropping got me rich

You gon think I'm flushing Oprah doo doo

I spread cream all on your bitch, then treat her lips like a toaster strudel

This lil nigga 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 shit out of yo engineer

I fire on anybody else who ever try to think or interfere

I hak a lugie on your mic, that nigga 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 kill, BANG! Call of Duty on him

Slice him while he fucking, soon as his bitch put her booty on em

Then iPhone Fox walkie talkie call the Goonies on 'em

I'm the villain so I terrorize the people

Kill this nigga 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 cock Blocks, pop pop, blood on your bed spread

You're not hot, so stop cock blocking you're dead Fred

Starving niggas like you in my city get fed led

Low cut niggas die in the land of the dread head

Now Ill told you the nigga 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?

Nigga 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 shit when that choppa slice

Every Dot in your residence hit, I even shot the mice

You seem shocked that I'm killing 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, killing niggas 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 fuck who you niggas 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 nigga 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 pussy 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 niggas 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 motherfuckin' data midgets!

[Round 1: T-Rex]

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 shit

This nigga moved from Newark to New Orleans

And got the Newark niggas 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 shit." Cause it's hammers on deck and niggas done died for less shit

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 fuck 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 Ahk

And I'ma have a red dot on each and every dread lock

My niggas got lead cocked, 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 killed 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 niggas 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 fucked Bella that same night

And you be kissing that bitch 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 niggas said they stay 0-50 and don't fuck 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, fuck 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 kill 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 nigga dreads

Y'all know my slogan... THIS NIGGA 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 asshole 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 nigga

It's four elements to hip-hop and you the B Boy nigga

I stab you in your other ear I bet it keloid quicker

Now bow down and kiss the chucks like you Leroy nigga!

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 fuck and then what!?

I run shit 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 button 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 bitch ass

You'll think I'm trying to give him a butt 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 fucked your baby mother, got it on camera

You called her and she talk to you about

You bending over and her eating yo ass crack

You could have that, that ain't even what I'm mad at

You remember I told that faggot nigga 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 fag that handle balls in yo backfield, you a half back

Nigga 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, pass 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 bitch probably in the trap house rocking a nigga 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 pussy lips

My wood on deck she just waiting to get that pussy hit

I'm grand slamming every hit back, not on no rookie shit

Surf introduced your baby mom to that gangbang on some Tookie shit

So if I catch you creeping on my strip or even speaking of my bitch

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 fuck 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 sucka

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 sucka

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 motherfuckin' 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 shit

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 nigga made you

Ars They been waiting for years to see this Arsonal against T-Rex, that's scene mean shit

It turn into prom night when them choppers start squeezing

On you gon be in a suit, you get hit with this limousine clip

Shit, I'm thirsty to let a trigger blast

Bullets hit his ass, his blood will be going Twista fast

I'm on that old shit with a new clip and a different mask

Think he came with receipt how I put him in a bag

Niggas block dying once you see them shots flying

Me and him will never be cool, I am not lying

Pussy, you gon swing on who?

Ars, try it To get everything I hear (hair) straight, I use hot-iron

Niggas could've left him dead in the D

Fuck 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 nigga in the crowd and he was pumping his fist

And it was Arsonal, dancing to some shit 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 shit with his shoes

Fuck 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 niggas 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 Optimus 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 gangbanger and banging is the thang you do

If you an much of a gangbanger, why you always got a Blood on stage with you?

Probably cause this nigga pussy and he let bangers shoot

So when some shit pop off he be the nigga that's saving you

For K-Shine I'll ride and pull fo's out

Keep blowing at a nigga candle until it blows out

He just had a battle in Detroit and got paid

Why the fuck 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 niggas 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

Kill Arsonal on the house, that means no cost

We start putting niggas 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 nigga's dreads

It's only rounder two this nigga dead!

[Round 3: Arsonal]

We finally in the Bricks! South ward is y'all in here?

What the fuck 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 fucked 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 ass is the only footage to go out If I hear you say some disrespectful Crip shit 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 shit, this your last night

Retarded strength, beat a nigga slow with a fast right

You never in your life heard of Ars had a bad fight

Thinking you the shit my nigga you'll get your ass 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 nigga 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 shit, this your last night

Retarded strength, beat a nigga slow fast right

You never in your life heard of Ars had a bad fight

Thinking you the shit my nigga you get your ass 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 nigga here, for $100 and a flight He do all my shooting, he @ThisIsTwizz I guess I'm Smack White

This nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas with they cock out

She had a baby at 12, bitch 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 shit off

This whole front row gon knock your motherfucking 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 fuck your bitch in one position just for thinking I was kinda cute

From the back so much hardcore Doggystyle

You gon think that bitch was signed to Snoop

You 5'2", you don't scare anybody

You a Talladega Night ass nigga now do the Ricky Bobby I

'll take you the church up the street where they viewed Whitney body

And let the Boyz N The 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 shit 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 classroom during nap time, wake him out of his sleep like, "No your daddy's been flat lined

Your mothers been sucking dick since the Super Bowl at halftime

And I'm only taking custody of you cause it's motherfucking 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

Chayna Ashley, she don't need a fan base look that bitch big enough

I'll steal weed off Tay Roc and let all of these niggas hit the Dutch

Get it? Listen up, I just broke down the whole Dot Mobb

Rex you been in a vet and still ain't make it in my top 5

Them Crip niggas you claim you hang out with, them niggas not live

They false flagging that meant hey ain't seeing right

That make em cock eyed I'm Crip for real and all of them baby locs do shoot

But watch this if you Blood and you fuck with Da Rebel my nigga

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 whore

I said "What up", he hesitated, his response was kinda iffy

Your boy looked over my shoulder

And seen I had them Grape niggas with me

I ain't gon lie I was in Oakland I had 7-8 niggas with me

My money long everywhere I go, you know I take niggas with me

So he said "I'm, Rex wanna holla at you"

I said if he wanna holla, where he at nigga, I'm listening

And why the fuck would Rex send you on this dummy mission?

So I go up to this nigga room, in my mind you know I'm mad as shit

He open the door like "Am we the only two repping the east coast

Let's stick together on this battle shit." I swear to

And on my mother I seen a happy punk jump out his soul

Like a faggot with a bag of dicks

I cock 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 bitch

Moral of the story I would've felt less than a man if I put my palms to him

So I cock 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

Fuck, cause I'm a disrespectful motherfucker

Which means I can really give a mother-fuck!

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 fuck yo mother up

We could call 'em both to the stage

We could have our moms put the gloves on

My moms gon beat shit down yo moms leg

Til she bleeding or it's blood drawn

And she ain't gon stop til that account hold 8 digits

Fuck this mic situation y'all know my slogan I motherfucking hate midgets!

[Round 3: T-Rex]

Yo when I had my son I lost a little bit of love for this battle rap shit

But when my son turned 2 or 3 and you saw my last 2 or 3

You know I'm back bitch

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 death will be in a rush, he gotta go I fuck 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

Fuck slow it down, speed it up, we been saying that

See my niggas don't play, word, watch your word play

I could get you KO'd, I give the OK I cock the old 'K, cock and aim it yo way

If this nigga 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 fuck 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 nigga 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 bitch 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 niggas, 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 nigga like Ars could never ever fuck with me

Cause all this shit 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', nigga 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 nigga head

I don't even wanna finish my round cause this nigga dead