Arsonal vs. Daylyt

Round 1

Daylyt

50k; that’s officially my price now, yeah….

For those who don’t know me check my past role

You’ll see that I’m the shit, asshole

It’s an afro… nigga, I’m nice round here/hair

Or I could just put the fist to the side of his head, BLACK POWER!

Or I could give him (M) LK’s, headshot; sleep

Let’s who’s got the bigger dream

Check my past role, you’ll see that I’m so warm

It’s Mr. Hanky in a snow storm

This gon be the coldest shit you ever seen

I mean remember when I (eye) was to the side? Debo

He know my energy Subzero and that’s why I’m cold hearted

They got me here for one reason, to kill all these white niggas

Look at all these Jack Thrillers

It was over for them before the show started

But this is when I make you look like the feather

Wait (weight), wait (weight), wait (weight), wait (weight), wait (weight)

That’s called Quill nigga!

When I go rage niggas cry on stage, that’s cuz I’m Ill nigga

I had screws loose since I was a baby

These kids better know the drill nigga

You seem frightened, like Teen Titan

I been robbin’ (Robin) since a lil nigga, that’s real nigga

You better have them pockets assured or I get to score

Candy bars you can’t cop at the store, I’m cocking the 4

If he fuck with me, it’s Three’s Company

I’ll have 2 bitches, “come and knock at your door”

Arsonal

Ya bitch love me, she been reachin’ out tryin to let my dick drill her

Her weave ratchet but her bun be (Bun B) on point, that bitch Trilla

Pistol on a car dash she in (Kardashian) I let Kim kill her

While this Gaylord watching me fuck her (Focker) you Ben Stiller

You try to win this battle with intellect

What about those who don’t catch it? They can’t intercept

I become the bigger threat

In these streets, I’m linked like the Cuban around Jigga neck

I always got some iron in my jeans, I keep my denims pressed

Keep plenty heat, stick a knife thru any beef before my dinner blessed

I Swizz beatz/beets

Did a bid for some dope, floatin’ up shits creek

But I’m home now, no longer am I state property, Chris/Neef

First nigga think shit’s sweet, before that shit steep

Three niggas stompin’ with both shoes alive we bury Day six feet

How you real? Why cuz a face tat? Got a new deal?

Hollow get Lux, I get stuck with the weirdo nigga from Drew Hill?

You ain’t get Ars cuz you nice and gots Mook’s skill

You get Ars cuz you lowered your price nigga how the truth feel

We both Loc’n, Blue Steel, get his big body a Coupe feel

Chop this nigga down a size, he’ll get his roof peeled

I keep live bands, give you that Roots feel

Just like being on Death Row with No Limits

He done signed where the Snoop deals

My bars crazy, I don’t need sign language to let my hands speak

I throw out punches in a circular motion like I was Zangief

You rap/wrap for instrumentals, I saran beats

Whatever they want, I don’t got, I’m hustle man chief

Next is death on the same vehicle as Professor X

And my young niggas drawing you, call that a Etch-A-Sketch

Heaven's How High? Ask Red & Meth

You a gigantic asshole nigga, a rectum stretched