[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 n***a bleeding
You may wanna investigate Rex
Cause it's definitely a mason
If these ten knuckles can't stretch this n***a even I'm on the side of the highway with my gun out
Like I'm trying to catch a n***a speeding
I'm a bully, tell this lil' bitch n***a I take porridge
If I see it and I like it, I snatch it, I don't wait for it
I'm disposing this n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as like you in my city get fed led
Low cut n***as die in the land of the dread head
Now Ill told you the n***a 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?
N***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a moved from Newark to New Orleans
And got the Newark n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a dreads
Y'all know my slogan... THIS N***A 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 n***a
It's four elements to hip-hop and you the B Boy n***a
I stab you in your other ear I bet it keloid quicker
Now bow down and kiss the chucks like you Leroy n***a!
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 n***a 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
N***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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
N***as 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
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a pussy and he let bangers shoot
So when some shit pop off he be the n***a that's saving you
For K-Shine I'll ride and pull fo's out
Keep blowing at a n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a's dreads
It's only rounder two this n***a 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 n***a slow with a fast right
You never in your life heard of Ars had a bad fight
Thinking you the shit my n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a slow fast right
You never in your life heard of Ars had a bad fight
Thinking you the shit my n***a 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 n***a here, for $100 and a flight He do all my shooting, he @ThisIsTwizz I guess I'm Smack White
This n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as you claim you hang out with, them n***as 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 n***a
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 n***as with me
I ain't gon lie I was in Oakland I had 7-8 n***as with me
My money long everywhere I go, you know I take n***as with me
So he said "I'm, Rex wanna holla at you"
I said if he wanna holla, where he at n***a, I'm listening
And why the fuck would Rex send you on this dummy mission?
So I go up to this n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as, 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 n***a 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', n***a 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 n***a head
I don't even wanna finish my round cause this n***a dead