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urltv – cassidy vs. arsonal lyrics

{smack goes to flip the coin toss. arsonal and c-ssidy get in an argument about who gets to pick ”tails” as their choice}

[round 1: arsonal]
i said
once again i’m here-

[crowd]
-in another n-gga’s state
up on another n-gga’s stage
up in another n-gga’s face

{some of the crowd finishes arsonal’s slogan while other fans boo loudly}

[arsonal]
i said sh-t real, i know how baggin’ a whole brick feel
but c-ss’, do you know how battlin’ a whole crip feel?
who grip steel?
revolver with the spin wheel
the kick real
f-ck a car crash d-ckhead, i’ll really throw you threw a windshield
f-ck ya accolades, i’m really tryin’ to hear the pain that ya pen spill
i’m nelly wit’ them hollows, round here i let a ‘tip drill’
headshot, your funeral won’t exist still
he got dropped wit’ no service
d-ckhead, now you know how talkin’ on a sprint feel
.40 bang on him, i give him that shawn kemp feel
how the dog house in ya backyard got a backyard and you strugglin’ wit’ rent still?
a b-tch won’t make it past first base if i curve her, unless she got angels in the in field
i keep a .40 below, a .45, you add the wind chill
now you punch
larceny? all i see is a bunch of new punks
i’d have you lyin’ to ya mother bringin’ money e’ry day n-gga, you ain’t even have to pay for school lunch
you up here lyin’ ’bout sh-t that you ain’t do once
my life? i’m like a modern day r.l. stein, these stories will give you goosebumps
i do this for the n-ggas who lost they lives and they played hard
you ever experienced that immediate family limo ride through the graveyard?
where you so hurt, even though the sun ain’t out you refuse to take ya shades off
you starin’ at the tombstone, wishin’ you could rip the f-ckin’ name off
me? i know pain, i can get you john doe by a no name
catch him at the chinese store, pulled two sticks on him, we eatin’ lo mein
nah n-gga, smack can’t hear (hair) you, he need his rogaine
razor blade, dancin’ down ya center this the soul train
i’m from where you had to pick a side and then defend ya block
where poverty was real, we got excited just to window shop
i was you before you n-gga, back when nintendo drop
bare knuckle brawls, my daddy was beatin’ n-ggas up on kimbo block

[c-ssidy]
i don’t believe you

[arsonal]
you got two f-ggot -ss sons to look after and you really tryin’ to battle beef
talkin’ this 5002 and 0 sh-t to a n-gga that’s nearly undefeated actually

{crowd starts to boo}

[arsonal]
if i involved ya two f-ggot -ss sons it’s gonna be casualties
it’ll be a low, down, dirty shame how i use that machete to butch c-ssidy
by the way, his two f-ggot -ss sons’ names is shane and c-ssidy
bang! that’s blasphemy
that’s the main catastrophe
stray bullet flesh wounds, so i gotta change my aim for c-ssidy
i sit calm (sitcom) so i can puncture flesh not just graze (grey’s) anatomy
if this was 2006 n-ggas would say, “you really be spittin'”
and even though they took the shots for you, you really the victim
nina on me, smack asked, “what’s wit’ the silly extensions?”
one b-tch they all hit, that’s a video vixen
i treat this lil’ n-gga like a lil’ n-gga and really will lynch him
i hop out on him in broad day, like he fit the description
pure disrespect, while you rappin’, i don’t really be listenin’
ya b-tch want somethin’ dark in her, i swear that hennessy different
you get ya crew jammed up, i got my blue bands up
i’ll put you down when we come in contact like this two hand touch

{arsonal puts his hands on c-ssidy and a scuffle breaks out between the entourages and delays the battle for just over five minutes}

you get ya jammed up, i got my blue bands up
i’ll put you down when we come in contact like this two hand touch
long beak on the bird, bing i let a two can’ (toucan) bust
i said “bing” cause i didn’t wanna say “baow” and get ya crew amped up
cause now-a-days a “baow” is really all it take for the gas to start
i’ve mastered arts
i say i’m the devil in ya church soon as ya pastor talk
he in waist deep, i kidnap his son at the traffic stop
these punches outta this world, think slap boxin’ wit’ an astronaut
i remember bein’ down bad, i ain’t have a lot
now i got crypto investments in comedy, mean i’m literally the laughin’ (laugh in ) stock
matic pop, let this n-gga run for ’bout a half a block
my fourth and inches when i touch down? he ain’t gonna make it to see when the next madden drop
ya b-tch said my disrespect was what keep her wet
we repeat the s-x
all you see is her apple on my desk, she the teacher’s pet
you think we doin’ yoga, downward dog n-gga, peep the stretch
long nose ready to blow, it’s time to decongest
i keep a pistol, i shoot you and the b-tch eatin’ witchu
you come out the mall, i’m hidin’ under ya car just to show you the beef official
this ratchet ain’t tryin’ to [?] no felicia issues
so think logic-al when speakin’ on them protools cause i ain’t finna reason witchu
you got one statistic
you gon’ respect mine or ya son’ll get it
i’ll leave him dead in the middle of little philly
but little did he know i overdosed wit’ a tec-9 (tech-9), no pun intended
now let’s get personal
ya youngest son shane? he got molested and ya brother did it
shut up n-gga! yes he did and you just discoverin’ it
what you tryin’ to act unclear as if his uncle didn’t
b-tch you can’t spell “unclear” without puttin’ the “uncle” in it
i’ve been #1 for 12 years, how i’m supposed to remain humble wit’ it?
chopper wit’ a coolin’ can’, i’m in the middle of the jungle wit’ it
long hair don’t care, and i’m feelin’ like rapunzel wit’ it
you got a new born in ya arms? i hit stick, make you fumble wit’ it
torture you while the children there, i hurt your youngest children yeah
i put the recordin’ of you beggin’ for your life up in his build a bear
make me mad and watch sh-t start flippin’, you’ll think matilda here
this extension is high demand for this ratchet; it’s brazilian hair
y’all sat him in hot water, like it stays on a silverware
i blend in they tryin’ to catch me ‘ridin’ dirty’ i’m chamillionaire
now when you into guns like i am, you make no mistakes
i got an sr 9c with two safeties but still no one’s safe
if got a brush stainless steel slide that’s one inch wide i even know the weight and density
and i know you gonna miss ya target if you hold it straight
so i’m ridin’ wit’ it, i’m shootin’ all day, b-tch i’m bloggin’ wit’ it
i hit that f-g c-ss’ then that n-gga chubby jag and his father wit’ it
then i hit swizz beatz non melanin, pale -ss noggin’ wit’ it
other words, i hit pinky in the brain just for ponderin’ it
i’m here to sn-tch every bit of confidence from your conscious wit’ it
toss it to my man in the back field, he got options wit’ it
obama phone, really came in handy, i lined up wit’ it
c-ss’ said he was a problem so i broken him down to quantum physics
cave man, i go nowhere without the stick, i’m at the doctor wit’ it
the baby in walmart, it’s in the cart b-tch, i’m shoppin wit’ it
baow! baow! baow! i’m feelin’ like waka wit’ it
his chest half open and half closed, this body optimistic
i put the baow in battle rap n-gga, ars’ wit’ the small dreadlocks
y’all don’t remember ’09?
should i yearbook picture a n-gga, give him a headshot
then baow to the back of the cranium, then his head pop
and once he hit the ground the hulkamania leg drop
from a baow to a bang bang bang, i think i’m craig pop
dead lock, usain bolt couldn’t outrun these red dots
you really want a n-gga to suffer, f-ck a headshot
hit him in his heart, have him grabbin’ his chest he lookin’ like red fox
this will f-ck up a disc, but not one that come out a red box
shot him walkin’ up the stairs, shot son, real definition of step pops
my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw, my sh-t is authentic
and you can’t spell “bars” without puttin’ that “ars” in it

[round 1: c-ssidy]

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