[Round 1: Shotty Horroh]
Some said I wasn't gonna show up... Well that's what the talking's about
But I show up for the showdown to show off when the show's on for all of the crowd
I am here. Applying fear like a .44 or a hawk in your mouth
When someone forces you to withdraw an amount more than a mortgage and house out of your storage account
I am fear. Like walking towards that last zombie corpse on the ground after you've used all of your rounds and you're not sure if he's down
You are scared. It's unfair. That's why he needs to bring his mates to potray Son John Gotti
But our names says it all, he needs an Arsonal and I just need that one Shotty
"We don't talk about guns here, sunshine!" because you don't know the customs in our bits
London man will roll up to the club with two old muskets rolled up in a carpet folded under their armpits
Unroll the rug to expose the type of guns that look like trumpets or something you used to use for hunt in safaris
Point it right in your face without so much than a yard between the gun and the target
Buck will put the finishing touches to the Predator look this motherfucker has started
Tell that crab with the dreads he isn't fucking with Arnie
But wait, I'm a white guy, from England. And I have no business talking about that "crip" shit
But I do want to talk about that bitch shit when you nearly got your wig split by Trick Trick
You told him you didn't know Shotgun Suge, then got on stage and admitted that you did, prick
Soon as you let that shit slip, we saw your face change and your pitch shift
You noticed you wasn't in your district. You was probably on his hitlist, so you gave Calicoe the puppy dog eyes and tried hopping onto his dick
You denied knowing Suge like Peter denied Jesus...we can take this shit to the Biblics!
Whereas I will die for my brothers and those I have chose to live with
I will refer to those from all religions, I don't promote the Holy Scriptures
All I'm saying the minute you deny the folks you sit with it exposed the bitch in that soldier image
What did you think, bro? You were gonna gonna roll to England and face some over British Chauffer-driven bloke that flows about tea, toast and biscuits, cricket and bowling wickets?
What did you think, I wouldn't expose you like the photo pictures loaded up by Loaded Lux of Calicoe when he was going swimming, pussy, know your limits!?
What did you think, bro? I wasn't as cold as most of them old folks in your own division? And I would have leaved you voted with them
I don't give a fuck if it's no votes and no decisions. The people at home have a right to their own opinions and the polls and posts are gonna show the business. This is for the folks at home to witness, focus. Listen
How can this man hear me? I'm leaving Ars in another predicament than Van Persie when they transferred him
You wanna talk about gat bursting and crack serving, pussy, I know you don't put that work in
Only time Arsenal lets shooters go is to Mancini or that twat Fergie
Says he's a gangsta though. But if he's catching bodies then why's he touring?
If they've got warrants out for the Glocks he's fired and he opt to fly then the cops'll find him, surely?
But when they did that background check-out, and his background checked out
They didn't stop and try abort it
But when they did that background check-out, and his background checked out
They didn't stop him trying to board it. It was like they finished top four like the way Arsenal qualified for Europe
DON'T FLOP ALL FUCKING DAY!
[Round 1: Arsonal]
Once again I'm here, in another cracker's country
In another cracker's face, taking another cracker's money
Now if this cracker crack a smile I'mma say ain't nothing fucking funny
You are ugly. In the UK, "Arsenal"'s a household name. A known fact that'll get you far
Wait, I used that against Conceited. I gotta give this Shotty bitch a different bar
My last two opponents both sniffed coke but through a different straw
Since you like football so much, I'll chop your head off your shoulders 'mate' and kick that shit before it hit the floor!
You'd sure fly across this room, break every lamp and dent the door all before it fall into the GOAL!
I did all that just to score
You the type to put a date rape drug in a drink, don't hit the whore
You got too much pride to ask for my "ortograrf", so you still ask me for my signature
Now last night I was this close to dig his lover, I walked out the bedroom to get the rubber
Come back, lift the covers, his bitch and my baby...fucking Stifler's mother
Little freak bitch, every day of the week bitch
She wanna snack into a Slim Jim..ooh yeah, and slobber on that beef stick
Real tough, no joking. I'll fuck you up on some g shit
Then do it again a little different and call it the Beat Yo' Ass Remix
Wait, wait, wait. I said that too. Ness was the Beat Yo' Ass Remix. So Shotty, I might have to beat your ass truly
They gon' film me beating your ass and make a Beat Yo' Ass movie
I'mma get ass off beating your ass from one of these Beat Your Ass groupies
Then have my homeboys come carjack you for your beat-up ass hoopdie
Now us fellas know the best place to write rhymes is on the toilet or on an aircraft
I mean, I see straight through the garbage you got in store for me. Your raps clear trash
Now, I'll strap you on a new year Jag doing 95 on a deathpath
So when you crash, syringe needles and razors pop out the airbag
You got a vest on? Headshot
You got a helmet? Neckshot
Ruger in my right hand, two straps and a left Glock
Its funny how your body went from flesh to a wetspot
I'm squeezing down on my left and right trigger to shoot like I'm still playing my Xbox!
What would you do for a Klondike? Let me guess, you'd fuck that Big Ang bitch from the Mob Wives
That blicker ring, I'm hitting things, your whole career was side swiped
Unanymous intervened, DNA throw him in the chicken wing without the fried rice
To beat me you gon' need Street Fighters Ken and Ryu. You gon' need Megan Good's mom's voodoo doll from Eve's Bayou
Two Midgets on mopeds with broke legs to breeze by you and a book on how to deceive. That mean's Adam need Eve's bible
You big fag, I'll run up on you pop - Slap his dad. Give him whiplash. Then put a hand grenade in his shitbag
You's a bitch ass cracker who wouldn't ride if this was Six Flags
I swear to God, I'll put every word on the stitching in my Crip flag
I'm out in London on some ape shit. Grape shit. Bandana on my face shit
Have him muted, this nigga wouldn't say shit. He unable to talk- he'd be the nigga to catch a case with!
I'll call him "Amnesia": your memory get erased quick
Let me put my hands up and step back for this, because if you a G in any way, shape or form, you should react to this
If you got any respect for the relatives that passed I should get slapped for this
What I'm saying is, I shouldn't be able to say another motherfucking word after this
But I'm glad your uncle dead, fathead
He wasn't nothing but a knucklehead crackhead
With a head full of ringworms and a face full of blackheads
He deserve to get caught in the crossfire when that mac spread
And if God gave him a second chance at life I'd wish him back there!
On some wild goth shit. I'd go to his grave, dig him up, chop his body and smoke his ashes on some How High shit
And as soon as his ghost appear, I'mma turn into Dan Aykroyd and hit him with that Ghostbuster just to make sure the coast is clear
And when I meet him in the upper room, after the angels bring supper to him
I swear to God, we gon' stomp him in front of Jesus, me and a hundred goons
Now if I'm lying, I'm dying and I ain't dead so here's the topic...
Last night, I was on a stage at a rave and a crowd was forming a moshpit
I saw a nigga getting shot, brutally beat, dropkicked and a Vietnamese gangster done stabbed a nigga with a chopstick
I'm thinking in my head, "Damn, that's some nasty ass shit"
Out the corner of my eye I see this nasty ass bitch
It was Shotty Horroh's mom flashing them saggy ass tits
I told my dawg put his paws on her, he Lil' Scrappy'd that bitch
Three minutes. Listen, I get love in the room from the men, women and children
And tell that fucking security guard I'm the only thug in the building
[Round 2: Shotty Horroh]
This is Saw, I am Jigsaw. You wanna play a game, don?
Don't flop got some kinda hype and you've tried to walk through this door with that sensor beam so I constructed a trap attached to the frame's lock...
A 12-gauge prop with its aim locked and a brain shot, soon as you get your foot in the chain pops
Breaks off, forcing the mechanism to press the trigger and give him Ghostface features like a tape of Raekwon's
What I'm saying is, it's a trap. He walked into that Sensa and walked into a Shotty taking his face off!
You wanna box like Rocky, we can do that A$AP. I'm Diddy behind them hooks like "Take that, take that."
Your boys might jump in. You look like Wale, so they Maybach (may back)
But you in England right now and I know this one motherfucker called "Payback."
You gonna dread-locking up with me this won't be no close shave, fam
You won't let the chrome spark, you have no arms, I should of battled Ahab
I'm about to go from the culture you oppose of and vulture-look at the money grab and make cash
See I'm about the science, he's about the math. That means we are not the same class
I roll up on him while he's listening to his Drake tracks with a blade that'll take off that Lil' Wayne mask
[Ghetts]
He's fucking gassing me up
[Round 2 (continued): Shotty Horroh]
You'll pull out Squidward's clarinet, but you don't play that
You'll have blades traveldown you faster than skate ramps or Wesley Snipes running down a train track. You're fake
I'm in a position to say that, because when I'm gonna 'offman like Dustin I'll see all the matches like Rain Man
He sounds like he about to say "Hey! Smokey back here taking a shit!"
That makes me think that you blaze crack
You this hyper because you burn stones in white Ace cans and you're ashamed so you cover up the burning like Kane's mask
So you moved down south? They're just gonna start finding your needles in haystacks
Addiction is a sickness, you are ill (URL) that's why you hate Smack
Everytime you hear his name you want to do 8 grams and make a vein clapse
And stop talking about midgets 'cos I motherfucking hate that!
No, no that's not it. I;m saying midgets are really cool people, but they are though
They're just misunderstoood. And just for that I hope an Oompolumpa gives a footrub to your mum
She ends up with an Ewok in her mouth and a munchkin in her cunt
Wanking 7 dwarves while Mini-Me and Willow cover her in cum
You could never talk about people's physical appearances when you look like both Kenan and Kel
You look up to small people, you want to be like Illmac and Conceited aswell
You believe midgets are little magical demons with spells that don't receive any L's
And that's why he dropped to his knees against Dizaster just to see if it would help
Look at his face though, he's scared to death. What kind of fucking Crip shows up to the bits wearing red?!
[Round 2: Arsonal]
I knew you would say something about my battle with Dizaster
That's your downfall, Shotty, you one predictable ass rapper
Your girlfriend got the same physical features as Fat Bastard
Her stomach stick out further than her booty do, that bitch literally ass backwards
Let a nigga come to my city, talking them real nigga lines
I'mma show him, in my city, we like to kill nigga moms
See all the real niggas either dead or in jail. Only a few real niggas rhyme
I ain't never seen a clock or a casket in a cell
So in my book Smack ain't no such thing as real nigga time
So all you wanna know why I didn't battle on the last Smack
You can have that, that ain't even what I'm mad at
I'll change numbers, if they can't dial Jones they stock drop like the Nasdaq
I'll pistol whip your skull till Calicoe get his dad back
I said, no fingerprints on the gun my gloves made out of glad wrap
So if I hit you with a straight right you entitled to jab back
I'm trying new shit in this battle: experimenting with a lab rat
I ain;t even taking you serious this just some comical shit to laugh at
I can never get tired of fans, I mean as long as it's not a Stan
I went from Math to a Klu Klux Klan member hologram
You look like a white Supremist chemist that's part of a Taliban
Who talks tough in his rap with the heart of Juwanna Mann
I'll snatch your soul like Shang Tsung, slash your throat with Kitana fan
Then grab the Robert Downey Jr. off my waist, that's that Iron, Man
I own UW battle league but I started in the Lionz Den
I'll have you in a coffin telling stories, that mean in a casket you lying in
That'll teach this homie that to never to falsify again
My missions to defeat you til they greet you in a higher land
I'm in a riot van, strapped like a cop, dressed like a fireman
When my cannon start wilding out I ain't talking Mariah's man
Now let me ask you, have you ever been in a jail cell? Have you ever heard a ruger go off besides Hell Rell?
Do you have the mindpower to turn a dyke bitch to a girl girl
And get the same beats free that Kanye and Pharell sell?
No because you ain't like me. Now you don't like me
You threatening to swing, just do it. Oh, you ain't Nike
Eurgh said you the best and I shouldn't take you lightly, but I only came to fuck three British bitches and sightsee
This is no comparison, switchblade your abdomen
Squeeze down your vocal chords: Shotty will never rap again
In a few days the whole world will see what these cameras is capturing
1,000,000 views guaranteed and I bet you they want me back again
I'm streetsmart and book smart. white boy you just look smart
If life was an automobile it's a suburban and you only gon' find me in the hoodparts
Let me break that down. I said: I'm streetsmart and book smart. white boy you just look smart
If life was an automobile it's in the suburbs and you only gon' find me in the hoodparts
Obviously I was brought up 'round poverty. Psychologically, I got the mindpower to separate you from the thug that you disguised to be
Since views don't lie, and I got the whole world watching me
A science lesson is what this gotta be
On how to break down an Adam properly
Now, I wanted to physically get at him. So I went on Twitter to add him
I found out his name was Adam so I gotta break down an Adam
See the definition of atom is the basic unit of matter
When your mother named you Adam she was inferring basically you didn't matter
I wanted to physically get at him. So I went on Twitter to add him
I found out his name was Adam so I gotta break down an Adam
See the definition of atom is the basic unit of matter
When your mother named you Adam she was inferring basically you didn't matter
Same name spelt different but with the same definition
So if Adam, atom, and Adam- I mean that ain't repetition
But if Adam's without Eve, then men are strong and he's living proof
But you a faggot 'cos you let a pussy trick you into biting the forbidden fruit
That's when God sent me down here to snatch every bit of confidence from your conscience
Since you tried to convince the world of your accomplishments I'm your consequence
I'mma derail the niggas you riding with, televise the shit, revise the script
Then keep on shooting rounds out of chopper clip
Now, I could break down your life in 8 bars
You really ain't hard, you a fake fraud who used to play ball and battle rap you to Ray Charles
Meaning you ain't really seeing nobody but acting like beating me really ain't hard
Your chances slimmer than Big T in China running a marathon on the great wall
Wake up. If he front lining I'll hit him in his 8-ball
All y'all chlothes gon' be red like y'all was hit with all red paintballs
My goons travel with me, so I barely gotta make calls
You wanna be a leader stand in front of LeBron on a fast break, nigga- take charge
I hate y'all and hate is a strong word
But I just cooked, killed, buried this nigga, them are all verbs
An action word describing the pain that I caused and it all serves the same purpose
Your lifes a circus you clown nigga, it's all herbs
You a herb. I'm a smoker though. I'm walking round with a Pinnochio
That's a long range with a long nose so I'm hitting targets in Tokyo
You a herb. I'm a smoker though. I'm walking round with a Pinnochio
That's a long range with a long nose so I'm hitting targets in Tokyo
When that bullet hits you it make you say "aah" you my Jun Jun, you Lil' Romeo
You a bitch and a snitch so I'm letting all your little homies know
Now like I said before, everybody in the building love me, all the men, women, and children
Tell the security guard one more time... I'm the only thug in the building!
[Round 3: Shotty Horroh]
Eurgh, this is my main event? I'm not even part stressed
That's some cheap Wayne looking T-Pain fell asleep on a park bench with a large head looking like a Klingon from Star Trek
He loves Crippin' up but since he fucks with them bloods he's an unfinished book 'cos he's part read (Red)
But who you repping, dude? Yisu're both red and blue like the second suit of Clark Kent
But I'm the Kryptonite of the Crip tonight
Lex Luther, forget Mook, I'm your arch-nemesis, heartless
What happens when those Bloods and Crips have a disagreement, what does your heart rep?
Do you rep that flag, and dead that man because his garms red even though you half-bred
Or do you rep the French if you have and stand next to that man and listen through war talk and calm threats or kill your own like Saddam's men and Bin Laden
What did you think? There was no space in my graveyeard left?
This is wrong, I mean ron, you could never give AR tests
You say your hands blue like hypothermia? That's not what my gangsta radar said
All you reds and blues flagging together look like the Union Jack and you can get your union jacked for tryna claim our set
This is blue getting caught red-handed, same time I'll have his palm read
I can read the future and if you ever had Horroh-scope you'd be tryna find out what the alignment of the stars said
I dont know a shadow about the Tarot, but let me tell you what the cards read
Murder. Plus I shuffle with a half deck and every singe card's "Death"
Here's how it's meant to be done. Heres how you decompile an arsenal into fraction and bits
This is someone that claims to have beat Dizaster. This is someone that actually did!
With all due respect it's not about the flag that you grip. It's about the fact that your mans a slag with a dick that will shag her actual kids for a drag off your spliff or a packet of crisps
Let's talk about his mum though, 'cos she's a slut
Her pussy's got fallopian tubes that are growing and ooze that have left the pussy swollen and bruised
And smelling like smouldering fumes, everytime your dad tries to poke with his tool
He distubs a million crabs tryna go for a snooze while their holding her pubes
She got fucked off every rapper in here... on camera
It looked like an actual cypher
I mean, I fucked her, she got passed to Delypher
[?] had Unan and Pamflit beside her passing the cider
Shit, we needed more camera angles on her nasty vagina
So we opened up the fucking nasty vagina put bodybag on his camera and flyer
Shit, even Sam the graphic designer smashed her and passed on the flyer!
Now your in another cracker's stage, on another cracker's stage wishing he didn't battle
Oh my god, Shotty done fucked another kid up, Hip-Hop's Jimmy Saville!
And your dreads look stupid as fuck!
You're always causing fights in your battles, I find that shit more than pathetic
I find it ironic that the source of the beef is always the relish
[Round 3: Arsonal]
I blame you, white boy, for 100 years of slavery
Don't play with me- you seen me murder a nigga from A to Z
But that was a tutorial I was just teaching niggas to see the way
I knew my alphabet since 3, I'm 25, don't you know I can kill a nigga from Z to A?
For example: I'll hit him why he napping, catching Zs, your brother ask Y you do that?
I say his X pay for it and if she W getting blew back
I got a red op like the V A in the morning
With a folder full of missions with pictures and U on it...
9 under my T-shirt. Passenger of that S-Class, coming to where U R
Any questions, just ask. Any Q-uestions, just ask
I got a half a P on my trunk, two Os on my dashboard
Listening to Renegade and M verse on fast forward
L lit so I'm smoking, O-K I'm a pot head
Murdered this white bitch like O-J to get away from the cop feds
I know that this gold H on my belt cost lots of dough
And as a G its up to me to make the choice that I gotta flow
If I see a bitch I'm a F her. On sight no effort
Give her two E pills and give her hard D for breakfast
Now, you C how intelligent I can B when I'm on my A game
That was the alphabetical "orda" "sloorta" in reverse, Shotty Horroh
Now they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Quick draw you wouldn't see it as it rises from the holster
Because my shooter is my driver. He disguises as a chauffer to keep the element of suprise but bring the violence a little closer
If you don't understand that then your streetsmarts is on retard
And you was brought into this world with a default called a weak heart
Your little brother trick-or-treat- I'll put anthrax on his sweet Tarts
You a fag. Wait, I'm not gonna call you a fag, 'cos like DNA said, out here "fag" means cigarette
You a bitch ass nigga, wait you white, you ain't even a nigga yet
You a punk ass white boy who gets tough over the internet facing and ignorant ass black nigga full of hatred and disrespect
So I close my eyes and drift off into a journey. My mind takes me there
BOOM! I awake in front of a grown ass white boy with no facial hair
I'll visit your mom at the doc while she getting that pre-natal care
Slice her Achilles' tendon open and snatch the newborn baby out of the ankle-chair
Now all that tough guy rar-rar shit need to get left alone
You were pronounced dead at the signing when this was set in stone
Desert Eagle tucked in my lining, you know that weapon chrome
Pistole whip his jaw. I broke his english
Now his broken english even relying on Rosetta Stone
What happened to lab battles? Its funny how shit change
UW had 2 events. 9 battles total. 13 big names
I hire top 10 niggas to fuck each other over, then I flip change
So I'm not only a pimp my nigga, I'm a mastermind in the pimp game
How dare you try to compete when I do this shit in my sleep
I'm the farmer, you the sheep, you couldn't shit out what I eat
You'l be constipated for weeks. I'm dominating the streets
Shotty, I'll face fuck your mom while she ovulate in the sheets
See 'cos I'm the nigga that be tryna get ya and cause problems wit' ya
Shot will hit ya. Doc will stitch ya. Headshot. Your mama miss ya
No blunt. No roll up papers. When I finally get ya. I'mma cremate ya and smoke your ashes out of bible scripture
I'm disrespectful, I'll scratch my balls then tap your face
I'll smoke a blunt in a confession booth whilst confessing to Pastor Mase
Looking at you for 9 minutes with the "this nigga is average face"
Then breakdown how your girl loves to suck dick then tongue kiss you with the aftertaste...
She try some new shit with me. The car on the wrong side of the road. The steering wheel on the wrong side of the road
I'm in the passenger sheet. She sucking my dick while she driving. That must be some English shit
Red light means blow, bitch. Green light when she stopping
We reached our destination there's niggas waiting to put their cock in
If I knew she was into gangbang, fuck being in England I would've blew that bitch to Compton
Ruger on my waistline. Buddha got me space blind
How you gon' take charge when my shooter's on the base line?
It was all a joke until this intruder try to take mine
I'll put the 7 in your chest and capture the shooting all on Facetime
'Cos I'm a bad mother shutcha. Wesley screwrdiver through your ribs, let your guts show
Throw him off the roof call him nutso. I got goons he never CB4: no MC Gusto
I said throw him off the roof like he nutso. I got goons he never CB4: no MC Gusto
40 niggas 80 straps. Big body. Mercedes black
I'm here to bring the 80s back. When niggas in the streets had beef they had to pay for that
Hand-held .22 that could probably fit in the baby lap
Bodybag. Homicide...on the dirt..on the grass
I don't give a fuck. I'm just rapping. Yup, I'm tryna spazz
Shotty, guess what... I just kicked...fucking Shotty ass
Shotty in a bodybag. Your bodybag in a-
[Random person in crowd]
Bodybag!
[Round 3 (continued): Arsonal]
NO! In a bodycast!
Now tell the truth. Why you ain't come to America and battle me in a man league
You look like the type of nigga to sniff the car seat right after your man leave
Now, that's some nasty ass homo shit
Now I know you seen Dizaster get Dojo kicked
You better be lucky that this battle on some promo shit
'Cos I'm famous for the same sport that got Miguel Cotto rich
And look, I'm done with this white boy. I like you, my man
I'm gon' - oh, alright. He don't wanna swipe with my hand
It's cool! It's cool! Because the last white boy who tried me, Eurgh tell em what I did....
I drop that nigga body..
