[Round 1 – QP]
I said dog, listen dog… welcome back to the Midwest, Ars
On some real sh**
I didn’t even expect you to be standing in this b**h with me
But start panicking n***a, I might have Trick with me
Yeah, now I know you done heard that sh** from a lot of lips
But you ain’t hear it from my lips, sissy
On my hood, I was in the building when they asked you if you know Suge
b**h you shook yo’ head head like it was a no good, and that sh** shifty
Now Uncle Trick run the D
He got a lot of goons and that’s a big city
But f** denying my brother
n***a we would’ve had to get busy!
Aye Ray Swag… ask me if I know X
Ask me if I know Miles, ask me if I know Cash
You said you was gonna ask me if I know Cal
I ain’t about to tell that man, no n***a, that’s yo’ style
All them n***as my n***as and b**h it can go down!
That n***a Has he told me about when you sent that n***a up there to knock me out
How come I ain’t get off’d right then?
You sent your goon to come k** me
I ain’t die and he’s still alive, how that’s boss life then?
When I came to that state you let that false life end
We put our back to the bricks and we talk like men
And that’s the real f**ing story
b**h boy running around with his emotional thug issues
This some battle rap sh**, dog
Personally, I’m not about to hold no grudge with you
I give a f** if a bug bit you, you little fudgesicle
Just don’t f** with me cuz I love pistols
Now I peep you keep about two or three Bloods with you
That’s cool, I got a MAK-90 y’all gon see rip out SCUD missiles
And every Blood with you gon bleed blood with you
All that gun smokin’ will I have his lungs open like bud crystals
30 out that 40 or a couple pokes from that knife
Will have you pouring out that pipe like you got mud with you
Now let me guess… when you ain’t pedicure toed glossed stepping or cross dressing
What, you in the hood clutching Eagles probably? n***a get the f** on!
I’m […] and all my f**ing people follow me
But pause this sh** for a minute and let me know if I’m f**ing speaking properly
Cuz I heard that n***a Treach own UW
So basically you living off of other people property!
Speaking of that, I know why they call yo’ league UW
Cuz against that n***a Hollow Da Don and Tech-9
We heard bars that you double used
He told everybody in Jersey that he checked out on me
Let’s say that did happen
If that’s the truth dog, that just go to prove that this n***a ain’t even about big action
Cuz I ain’t saying you gotta k** a n***a, but if it’s problems like that, I’ma at least steal a n***a and leave the kid napping
That’s crazy, right?
Cuz when you steal a n***a that’s a kidnapping
You showed up on Twitter about me whipping out the phone
But the other day me and my n***a watched your battle with Charron. He like “I hope he k** the white boy”
I’m like “n***a, I hope he k** the white boy with you”
Soon as I thought you was about to zone out I got hype for a little
Cuz I thought you was finna go your own route
Here he go dick s**ing, pull one of my moves and whip the f**ing phone out
He let you choose like “knife or a pistol”
And y’all believing this fag n***a?
Just like them comedian-a** n***as, letting them white boys b**h you!
This n***a Ars think he about to school a n***a
So now I got to teach yo’ a**
I might pull that mag out, hollow heat seek yo’ a**
Aye Paul George, for that clown sh** you said
In person I wanna meet yo’ a**
Cuz I’ma do you like the NBA did him and use the heat to beat yo’ a**!
Light work!
[Round 1 – Arsonal]
Once again I’m here, in another n***a state
On another n***a stage, up in another n***a face
Now they say when you love someone dog
You supposed to put a ring on it
Well I love my strap, that b**h ring so much it need its own answer machine on it
She ain’t ever let me down
In her hole I shove a banana if she want it
That b**h jam, I’m taking the bullets out and I’m slamming him clean on it
Cuz your effort poor
You ain’t a royal Vice Lord, so what you repping for?
Gun to his head like ‘say it again!’
Like Pinky told Craig in the record store
n***as gave him five hundred to battle
And got him thinking less is more
Closest you’ll ever get to being king is playing Tekken 4
Yeah I’m crippin’, I’m young Nipsey of the game
Clean, for real? You should’ve let Dinghy be the name
Yo’ b**h I F her up and down, my nickname Fendi to the dame
I’ll have your whole body in a black plastic bag
You’ll be looking like Missy in the ring
I drive through, window rolled down, semi to his frame
And leave junior baking, I just ordered Wendy’s on the lane
Now let me guess, yo’ gun so big dog that it needs its own zip code
Well my gun so regular dog
It shoot hollow tips that leave big holes
You the type of n***a midway through the conversation you hit a n***a with the sniff nose
Implying that what you buying and supplying need to go get those
He really fiend, he wanna get high, scope him a willie bean
You’ll never be top tier, you banking on an empty dream
I’ll define pupil to show y’all what I really mean
A upper cut will have his brim to the sky
Looking like Sidney Dean!
I hate you, n***a
And I put that on a Nazi flag
I’ll leave holes in Qleen face
To have him looking like a hockey mask
Y’all know how I predicted this battle will be a body bag?
Cuz these lines all over the place; I’m like a liar taking a polygraph!
I’ma show you how to break down bricks; no karate cla**
Put your face on a shirt and this ain’t no Versace ad
You ain’t never on wax, you done made Mr. Miyagi mad
I catch him I stretch him, turn the stage to a Pilates cla**
Anton Tyler died right after the slam, so you the sixth man
I’ll give QP a buck fifty and I’m only purchasing six grams
I’m AR and I keep a AR, after that click blam
I’ll sit that b**h in the corner and use the clip for the kickstand
A banana clip shooting out the cannon; f** the camera sh**
My trigger finger naughty, it ain’t never making Santa’s list
You shoot up and you sniff
Against Kannon, that sh** was a disaster, you forgot everything you was gonna say
And didn’t even hit the cannabis
Now this sh** here is a wrap; that’s a doobie, dude
I’ve been getting 5k for a battle since a newbie, dude
Call my New Orleans n***as to feast, now you truly food
Cuz once them n***as from Nolia Clap you getting Hootie Hoo’d!
I’ll take a hammer, put a nail in his coffin
That’s what I do with tools
You’ll think Hell Rell got that eviction notice
I’ll make that Ruger move
Your b**h treat my dick like a teething toy; all she do is drool
Both hands on it; look like she tryna complete a Rubik’s cube!
She cold hearted n***a, she s** dick daily without her caring
I can’t look down while she topping me off without her staring
I mean I gang bang, so we g**n
Mean I’m doing a lot of sharing
You started as a PG under 13
Not admitted without your parent
I ain’t the boy who cried wolf
Y’all think I’m bluffing, I’ma k** him
I keep a power tool, once I press the button I’ma drill him
Knock every cavity outside his mouth
And tell his dentist I’m Chinx Drugz
What that mean dog? I can give a f** about your feelings
I wasn’t trying to trick y’all
sh** y’all, in Detroit the n***a big y’all
He a PG n***a trying to cross over; he think he Chris Paul
One quick call get him hit y’all, blood stains all over his wall
But y’all can’t seen him until a black light hit him
They like a lint ball
I’ll tell you to your face n***a you can s** my dick and these big balls
Insert a quick pause and then knock the n***a out for getting involved
My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic
You can’t spell ‘bars’ without putting that Ars in it!
[Round 2: QP]
I said this ain’t even no battle dog
This just a real n***a preaching to get his point across
n***a this church, first round, I discuss some real sh** with y’all
Do a little bit of bars, it’s finna get worse
But before I get into that dog, I’m still on that one sh**
About when you sent your mans up there to get me and I ain’t get hurt
I don’t understand that cause I was with M. Ciddy
I wasn’t with Suge, I wasn’t with Surf
I mean help me out cause I’m just tryna figure out
Out in Jersey how this sh** work
Cause since when do a Crip send a Blood to put in Crip work?
That’s why I don’t respect you Ars
That n***a Smack shoulda left you where he let you start
On my mama, you’s a b**h I don’t respect you Ars’
That n***a Treach shoulda let you starve
Break up out all that street sh** you try to stress too hard
Now this cocoa butter clip I palm’ll stretch you mark
You a grape right?
You’s a grape right?
Always see you with Bloods, never cuz…
That sh** is wild and crazy kid
Everybody in here know he ain’t dumping no tecs
You for damn sure ain’t get jumped in no set
So where you get your purple rag from?
Off wild and crazy kids
Man this Grape I smoke got more purp than you
And you ain’t even worth a dutch you thirsty f**
Y’all got him juiced thinkin’ this nerd be tough
I’m just here to show some of your light
Since he always off that purple stuff
n***a you’ll get blew across yo blue shield
b**h you better have a healthy plan
I’m tryna tell him fam it’s funny
Behind these bars, he’s tryna get every cell he can
You’s a Grape right?
It make sense cause every time they mention jail he jam (jelly jam)
Let your mans Ray Swag woulda pull some sh** like that with one of my dogs
n***a it would’ve been a big riot, a lot of gun play
This ain’t no airport runway so ain’t sh** flying
It’s gon be a clack, clack boom then everybody in this b**h silent
Why you over there actin’ all grimmish, claiming all that purple
Knowing damn well he ain’t gon get violent/violet
You a Grape right?
You’s a Grape right?
You knew you was gonna get Crushed
Ain’t no need for the wine/whining b**h
I swerved and bang make Purple Rain but they can’t find the prints/Prince
I ain’t bring no nines and sh**, I got a scope so I can find and hit
Y’all know how it go, the softest grape on the vine get picked
Who in this b**h wanna smoke?
You, You, f** it, you want some lit purple?
Cause that’s exactly what’s about to happen
I’m burning everybody in this b**h circle
Blue and red, now explain that to me
Y’all gon’ say y’all hang together cause this gang bang sh** purple
n***a f** that, it make sense why you claim that Grape sh** Cause when you mix blue and red you get purple
As far as this battle rap sh** go
I can see how y’all comparing us out
But as far as life, I took the real n***a road, he ain’t steering that route
This cartoon character swag, boy you wearing it out
I dare you, get hard, I play with drums, he bringing clarinets out
No I said I got guitars, I’m bringing drums b**h I’m clearing it out
That fat a** Ruger b**h with the ruler clip
I bet that’ll learn him now
Or that 223 with the scope I ain’t even gotta lurk around
I’m hitting him too with Surf around
Since they haze ounce how I break this purple circle down
By this time y’all should be thinking how a lot of my bars Has something to do with purple now
Cause it’s Purple Rain Gang, that’s my squad so I had to do a purple round
You, mad wack, but in the midst of all that real sh** I just spit some mad facts
But f** the bullsh**, you can have that
Third round I’ma tell you what I’m mad at
[Round 2: Arsonal]
You know how I know I’m yo b**h daddy dog?
Cause yo’ b**h call me daddy dog
In front of her daddy dog
He knows she be referring to me and he ain’t mad at all
That’s how I know I’m yo b**h daddy dog
I say you f**ing right, she said “you f**ing right”
Then that convo get out of content
But that b**h ain’t nowhere close to a dime, so that’s some nonsense
That b**h ain’t nowhere close to a dime, so that’s some 9 cents
Here’s a penny for your thoughts let that simmer down on your conscience
Now you said: you got QP, Heartless, Remy, 100 Bulletz, Innuendo
Nah QP get heartless off that Remy I put a 100 bullets in your window
I said, damn, but right after that battle you went and joined Innuendo
So either this sh** a joke or the real QP sprinkled some coke in your window
I’m sayin now Innuendo got two QP’s, that’s a half a pound
And some Remy
The same 100 Bulletz he tried to shove in that Civic
A n***a named Heartless that represent the weak S.O.N.S. tour
And a b**h named Bonnie that can s** peanut butter through a Caprisun straw
And that’s your clique right?
Them the n***as you getting old with?
Well this stage can be your die area (diarrhea) that mean the whole sh**
This steel here bang at that negro league wheelchair gang What that mean dog?
I’m hitting every n***a you roll with
Now let’s attack yo demographic
Leather pants defending faggots
You’re the furthest thing from straight my n***a, you bending backwards
This sh** is tragic, that’s the circle of love you interact with?
Young Kannon scarred you went threw salt in your wound
Well I’m finna patch it, dress you nice but you slacking
What’s in your jeans/genes don’t match your jacket
Your chromosomes now XY and I put faggots into caskets
Now slow it down I just nah
Go long so you can catch it
Cause I’ma bring it back, break it down, watch the reaction
Said I’ma patch it, your dress shoes nice but you slacking
Your jeans don’t match your jacket
You ain’t suited up like the average
This the funeral that he wanted, I let him have it
The chrome was on and he got X’d, why?
Cause I put faggots into caskets
You went long so you can catch it
You caught it but they flagged it
Penalty on the play so now I gotta bring it backwards
My name alone attract views, why is that?
I give ’em cla**ics
Quality over quantity, attack it with different tactics
They say who the best in the Midwest?
Calicoe, Hitman or that faggot?
A.K.A. Verb, oh see the answer to that is my n***a Magic
He’s the newest and the smartest, better than all you n***as there
It’s funny it took a Midwest n***a named Magic to make all of you disappear
I was told I can’t step pinky toe past the Mid West
I’m like who’s stopping me?
I got a extendo banana, my clip shaped like a apostrophe
The way I see it, n***as lied to me
Obviously cause I done skipped to Detroit and landed on Qleen property
Like an ongoing game of Monopoly
You’re moving backwards chill
Your career got the bumper to bumper traffic feel
You got a stack for real
You here on behalf of the “I live two states over and I could drive there” package deal
Your total view count on your last battle don’t add up to my half a mills
You keep talking out your p**y lips and you gon get your Vagisil
I started off with my twenty-two, “click, click, click” a lil wrist action
I tried to shove a forty clip with a thirty-two I was mismatching
I shot rockets, missiles, grenade launchers, that was just practice
Now I’m comfortable around Miss Gracie, what that mean dog?
In other words I’m used to them big ratchets
I don’t toss that, move out the way and let my brother clap it
Hand off the little .22, lil quick pitch to the running back
You know what I wanted to ask you dog?
Where your mother at?
Cause that p**y makes noise when it’s dripping now that’s a Thundercat
You make n***as laugh, you make n***as laugh Qleen
I make n***as feel bad, real bad, I slap the sh** out your real Dad
Real fast In broad Daylight (Daylyt) with a Quill Mask
Brenda baby all grown up but he still trash
Now I got n***as in the crowd who pay not to see a battle, they goal is flip
n***as got a fourth grade education but below the fifth
Your whole goal is to battle, my goal is flip
Y’all gon’ think I was Kendrick Lamar with a private dancer How I Control the strip
I told this b**h, this n***a ain’t cold, ice, he cold as sh**
Take the “C” away from cold that n***a old as sh**
This promoting b**h tried to load his disc
His CD got tossed out the window like Latifah in Set It Off I’m Cleo every time she stole a whip
Don’t nobody want to hear that sh**
My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic
You can’t spell “bars” without putting that “Ars” in it
[Round 3: QP]
This some sh** that I got in chest and I gotta stress it
You think you cold?
I’m looking at this problem we got like wrinkled clothes
I got a press it cause ever since that Hitman Holla session
You just been not impressive
I’m the Real Deal he tried to show me how school works so I gotta check it
He might be bigger and older, so?
The harder he can fall
All snitches get stitches, I know it’s hard to be the law
I catch him in the A in his Dodge banging Tha Carter in his car
I slide up, let that chrome spread
Y’all gon’ think his f**in’ phone dead how I put his Charger in the wall
Now it’s crazy, at the beginning of your name we see A-R
Cause against JusJuice
I did the scheme with the C-A-R’s
But f** it, you finna get the replay Ars
I pull up, you gon’ see 8 C-A-R’s
n***as hoppin’ out
No K’s you just see AR’s
I tell them bro’s start clappin’ when they see ARS
And give them the business like the rappers when they see AR’s (A&R’s)
It’s Vice Lord in here b**h
I say it’s Vice Lords in here b**h
I get you f**ed up with one lil word
Boy you better calm your little nerve
If we face off its baseball, I’ma slide and throw a little curve
Or give my lil dog a lil sherm
Cause my youngins ain’t shy (Chi) about rackin/raqin’ n***a, Lil Herb
I know I’m blazing b**h
You know I would tell you to fan yourself but
It’s only right you wave for me cause you’s a f**in fan yo self
Got b**h on cam in front of your fans?
n***a you should blam yourself
I know you ain’t gon stand for none of your mans
Cause due to that b**h you did in the D you can’t even stand yourself
Now what’s your angle?
Every round you shooting a drum?
Or I ain’t got a 3rd I be choking & I be jokin’ how everybody usually come
Well in my hood, we don’t talk, I ain’t used to the tongue
So f** the 3rd round cause you only need one when you using a gun
Hold this, I don’t need it
Little n***as like you can’t hang around me
We got RPD issues, f** that tray pound beef
I truly doubt that you know about that lay down beef
That sh** hard to sleep on like Greyhound seats
I knew this dread head b**h a** n***a was gon try to play that crackhead role cause I sip lean
b**h please, you’ll get these but peep this scheme I jotted down
Since he’s gonna say I’m Bobby Brown, that’s a big fiend
I guess I got a crack heads with knees (Whitney)
I don’t usually do them b**h schemes
But I’m about to start one now y’all need to keep the ball rolling
I called his b**h Miss Rebel shot her a DM, she said y’all spark gun now
On the phone all on a n***a dick
“QP, you in a location I ain’t far from and yo dick hard? Come now.”
I f**ed the b**h, got her pregnant, she called I told the b**h “you trying to start something now”
She said “QP, f** Darell, this is our son now.”
I said “b**h you tripping, I’m dipping, that’s Ars’ son now.”
In this third round you might try to come with some sh** from a…
b**h a** wanna be down a** n***a
Or a rat a**, worthless b**h that I ain’t even get personal with
Probably my weak a** baby mama I thought that b**h was real ’til I found out she’ll slurp the clit
But I’m such a beast I gave that hoe to the streets and made her work the strip
We don’t do that he say/she say sh** in the D
You better ask the last man, that’ll be your a** fam’
For talking garbage I shoot some sh** that make you walk retarded
I be in front of your house dumping like a trash can
With a nine throw-a-way Glock, that’s a trashcan
[Round 3: Arsonal]
The contract came Qleen why you cared to sign?
I was like f** it, battle rap is a puppet controlled by this hand of mine
I said I’ll battle Qleen, but here’s the grand design
He get paid $250, he gotta pay to get in and he gotta stand in line
The “Say it again” fiend want my fame and the shine?
Well You Can’t Touch This, I’ma let ’em see (MC) that it’s Hammer Time
No silencers, no suppressors, I want it “quiet” when I speak to him
I put Mr. Potato Head in front the barrel and then push the beak through him
No question of how you live, the doctor add another piece to him
For slacking bend him in half with the iron, I’ll put a crease on him
Snap on him, take tack on him, pull a strap on him
All you hear is “brrrr,” all you hear is “brrrr,” all you hear is “brrrr”
Y’all gon’ think I called Smack on him
One shot they haul a** it’s like them n***as ran track for him
His jaw wired all year he gon’ need a n***a to rap for him
Larkin bust, cig explode, yeah I toke the biggest bird
A shoulder shot from a Desert Eagle leave you pigeon toed
Drop his body, lift your soul, throw him down a chimney hole
He’ll get a mug shot like he the n***a in the prison pose
Show him a `K, see (KC) but I ain’t introducing Kenneth Cole
Headbutt him then hook the n***a like a fishing pole
Y’all know what’s gonna happen to this n***a on this fine day?One to the head a clear shot, y’all gon’ think he was drinking bombay
He a OutKast, how you wanna battle rap Big Boi’s
But don’t make three stacks? You ain’t Andre
That pistol explode, you at the end of the road, next to WonYe
Y’all want gun bars, well I’ma give you gun bars
I let the nine spray
You shoot, I shoot, “We be all night” like Beyonce
I drop down on one knee, let it ring and Qleen the fiance
All I do is carry the Heat sound like something you hear Lebron say
Hands wrapped around your throat til your neck break
What’s dope is how you really sniff coke off a chefs plate
Just wait, d** attack his heart make his chest ache
Claim to getting How High
Til his face turn Red Man trying to schedule another Meth date
Bars n***a, you’s a fiend n***a, only think clean/Qleen is your alias
Nothing ’bout him is real even if he was Israelian
His life’s a (A) lie (LIE) and (N) that only mean that the kids alien
A.L.I.E.N
He rap, I then bury him
Now let me ask you a serious f**ing question
You spell clean with a Q?
Is that what the cool boys do?
I mean you choke every battle dog that’s something that the new boys do
A dirty n***a named Qleen/clean, total opposite
I guess I gotta teach y’all about a Oxymoron since you still a ScHoolboy Q
Now the sh** I did to Yung III for real
Could land me jail time
They like “Ars why you always rapping past the time limit? What be going through Darell mind?”
Well I’m a performer, you know I gotta sell mine
And I ain’t been on Myspace since ’08 I guess that’s why I really can’t tell Tom/time
Keep the metal in his face like Kano
Your b**h s**, I got your Shawty Lo, “Dey Know”
I put a X through Cal, I cleaned Miles before the day go
I’ll leave everybody in the D silent, that’s Django
f** all of these, y’all wanna hear a gnarley scheme?
I run through that n***a house like a Charlie scheme
Clap both sides of his face, “bop! bop!” now you part of Macaulay’s team
f** wrong with him?
You on the same d** as Charlie Sheen
f** wrong with him?
He couldn’t even buy an outfit
He got on a cartel shirt, how the f** y’all gonna call him clean/Qleen?
f** wrong with him?
Man my sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic
You can’t spell “bars” without putting that “Ars” in it