Caustic vs Arsonal

[Round 1: Caustic]
I said it's my first line of the night and it's already a body bag
What y'all call a Crip in a Red Sox jersey, that's a Boston Crab
I said so you in another cracker's state
On another cracker's stage
But you come with all that cracker ass cracker shit and I'ma crack your fucking face
I don't know if y'all noticed yet but Shotty's not at the event
I guess he had to cancel again
But on the bright side y'all don't have to pretend
That you can fucking understand what he says
So I'm back y'all, one night
Came to this shit to wage war
But I figured since I'm here I might as well give y'all a little bit of the shit that you paid for
Like, I said that I show out but I show up for the showtime innit?
But I show off cause I said I wouldn't show up, so I didn't
I said fuck Shotty Horroh
Caustic the dude now
Shit you thought I couldn't do it on last minute but I brought you a full round
Shit I know everything about you Durrell, yeah I'ma body this fool now
Shit I turn into the Terminator that second that Shotty got pulled out
I know you on some shit
And I know you can't wait to talk some shit
But this that real disrespect shit, this that Caustic shit
And I'm the number one contender for the chain
So don't get caught up in the politics
Cause by the end of this round, you gon' be asking for your Shotty back like Holla did
I said, so what's up hater?
I know you got a couple of pages
Prolly talking 'bout how my blood line runs with an anger for everybody of the African nation
And how my ancestors were manning the slave ships
Am I getting warm? Does that about cover the basics?
C'mon Ars', that's why I was comfortable to take this
You always come up with the same shit
I mean, how the fuck am I racist? I use such colorful language
Can you fucking stop blaming everything on the white man please?
I mean I saw you choke at Blackout and he didn't even try and free
I mean, maybe that's why all his rounds are on some Mike Brown steez
Cause he choked in front of Bishop like, "Don't shoot dawg. I can't breathe."
So don't believe the hype
Truth be told I'm sick of these young brothers getting beat with lights
While these fake ass cops try to read they rights
I'm sick of these fake fucking pigs trying to take innocent people's lives
So it ain't white versus black, it's the police that we need to fight!
But fuck all of that unity shit tonight!
I ain't come to be polite
I came to piss you the fuck off 'cause that's what these people like
Dawg, I give you so many lefts that you'll be seeing lights
And since you on some black power shit, I give him equal rights
So why you talking trash?
Caustic's back to autograph your body bag
Said you ain't got a Mac, well I brought one and I'll cock the strap
Just consider it karma back from Oscar Grant
When I turn your fucking cardiac into a lava lamp
I said this ain't the horror show, but that don't mean I ain't got a toolie
I said the black guy dies first
Yeah, it's that kind of horror movie!
He said all white boys were racist
Yeah, like that's gonna fucking school me
But I ain't white, dawg, I'm Italian
So, vafanculo, you fucking moolie!
I said I ain't with the games, dawg we playing Excite Bike, we in different lanes
Honestly I only do this shit for the whips and chains
That's why I push bricks like Egyptian slaves
I said I only did this shit for the fans
Cause y'all know I'm legit
Shit, mafia style I stepped off the plane, I was holding a fifth
I been in Mass one night I already got hoes on my dick
Plus, I'm on drugs, motherfucker! Holyoke is the shit!
And that's how I know he a bitch
Cause you throw up a set don't mean you loading the clip
I watched a Blood disrespect you to your face, you don't even know when to Crip
I should deck you the fuck out the second you open your lips
Y'all can get Arsonal fired on since he don't know when to quit
And y'all think homie's a Crip? C'mon, y'all ain't giving him props
Motherfucker, you too much of a bitch to even admit you lost
Motherfucker that's why you sound like a fag with all your Squidward bars
Cause you a motherfucking animated Crab like Squidward's boss
I ain't losing this shit
Kid is the best, truth be told y'all, your chick is a mess
Motherfucker it looks like you didn't know you were gonna be famous
You just wifed up the first bitch you met
I mean honestly dawg, I didn't even come to this battle with this intent
But let's find out who's really of this disrespect
I said shit, yo best friend fucked your baby mama
Oh this shit is the best
Your girl been cheating on you like your fucking dick is a test
He be on the fucking stage, talking shit like he's gripping the Tecs
But his best friend fucked his lady and it's forgive and forget
C'mon y'all, you know it's fucking true
Like you wasn't text messaging people, acting all depressed and getting emo
I mean, if my lady was fucking somebody I probably wouldn't tell that many people
Maybe I'll need like a Vegas vacation
Go have a wedding out in Reno cause your homie's fucking your girl like it's fucking Pesci in Casino
That's how I can show y'all, that this cat's a disgrace
I can fucking see from a mile away that this fucking Crab shit is fake
Motherfucker, how you gonna get married to a bitch knowing how the best man's dick tastes?
Your bitch go behind yo' back than a And 1 mixtape
This shit is a difficult war
I mean, and because this bitch is a whore and his homie's been hitting it raw
In the case of your daughter, he isn't sure if it's yours
I mean, I don't even got a gun no more but I gotta borrow a chopper if it's war
But I'd be the same as you I just be raising the bitch that isn't yours
You a stay at home dad, trying to battle every month to buy his bitch some Michael Kors
This faggot would be lucky to get a track suit from the Nike store
Maybe that's why your little baby is looking all light skinned for
But fuck, look on the bright side, she's ugly as shit so she might be yours
Because when you get to this age, being a thug isn't an option
When you 30 years old with a baby at home, the club isn't popping
So here's a fucking piece of advice Ars', put your fucking kids up for adoption
And give them a shot at a life with somebody that wants 'em
Yo' shit ain't raw, yo' shit ain't real, yo' shit ain't authentic
And you can't bring yo' lady around without your homie putting his cock in it

[Round 1: Arsonal]
Once again I'm here, I'm in another cracker's state
I'm on another cracker's stage up in another cracker's face
Now I was taught to kill a cracker the fast way
Hit 'em with the butt of the sig'/cig' you get the ashtray
I'm Grape Street repping, 24/7 it's flag day
You want that KOTD chain so bad
How about I put this black Calicoe in this cracker face, now you Pat Stay
I say cracker cause I'ma be black forever
Swag told me yo' ex bitch pussy was gon' be wack forever
Drier than a summer day in Phoenix, I'm talking cactus weather
Then the nigga had the audacity to ask me "Ars', when you smash it?"
Never!
I said either Caustic desperate or him and that bitch Syah meets twins cause they just keep on getting back together
Now in Hell it's plenty of fires burning
They switched my opponent I said, "Y'all gon' have to get me a hire earning
Cause I'm a Nigga With an Attitude."
Y'all ain't see what Ice Cube did to Remy in Higher Learning?
Well this a service, that's gonna require plenty of choir service
Drive-bys from tire's burning
You are Italian cracker, even the gun that I fire German
My niggas drawing in these streets like little kids with the large chalk
I brought the Transformers in here, that mean we All Spark
One of your dogs bark, I'll knock the Cujo out them niggas
It get ugly, big choppers, who don't got no bitches?
Like Ricky killer, out the window is my shotty, my aim off so the scope there
Meaning I spot him, let me ask you a question, what rhyme with [?]
Guess what was in your mother's mouth last night, deez nuts
Ha [?]
Who said I don't do rematches? I should go press his ass
Mac-11 with air holes, I'ma suppress his ass
Get a bad bitch to do you dirty, she finesse his ass
Use the chalk out the classroom, now the professor mad
I'm doing rematches now, all Hollows if The Don try to holla
Talking 'bout I owe him $500, suck my dick Nigel Bennett
Guess what you get from me? Not a dollar
My gun will pop like corks on champagne papi
But Drake is not a gwalla
You got a long nose, I got a long range, I'm hitting targets in Guatemala
You ain't have to battle me for a feature
If you want a verse, tell me
And tell yo' bitch I wash with Dove, before she suck it first, smell me
I said I'll grab the back of that bitch neck, pull her close then put her head between my legs
Then pedigree like I'm Hunter Heast Helmsley
Now people told me if I don't battle Mr. Fab for URL I wasn't gon' get no money out it
I tell them people, "Suck my dick. I went and battled Fab for Ted Grizzle and got 20 out him."
People also told me Lush was a crackhead there's something funny 'bout him
I battled The Saurus in December on Filmon and got 20 out him
People also told me this new Nikiya nigga ain't have no money round him
I was supposed to have Shotty, they threw me you, fact of the matter I got 20 out 'em
Nigga that's 60 G's in the last six months
Not including my Bishop check
What I gotta log into my Chase account or something for me to get respect?
I'm the biggest vet, fuck that nigga Mook, no indirects
And I'm just saying this shit with the heart nigga, with the utmost disrespect
Now you wanna take the crazy route
While you thinking raps, I'm thinking racks cause I could pull at least 80 out
You wanna get even well this the season that I put semen in your lady mouth
I get the bitch pregnant, 8th month, stab her in the belly then I'm skating out
I'll kill your fetus a month before the birthday and force you to watch her still push the baby out
All gun bars, no more dedication to education
This time I bring horror to Caustic, I'm talking Freddy/Jason
I get this wigger sick to his stomach, he need that medication
Fly his ass to Miami, make him square up with every Haitian
With a scope, I can hit every op from the boondocks
All I need is one eye I'm feeling like Fetty Wap from the rooftop
My bullet shells the same size as moon rocks
But the gun's so big I got to hold it on my shoulder like niggas in the 70's held a boombox
I'm a true sinner, you a rat, the new Splinter
What's tucked on the waist will fuck up your face, I call this Bruce Jenner
Torture your bitch on her stomach, force a whole gallon of lube in her
I'm God, the bitch In Too Deep, this time I'll pool stick her
Now these white fans, they don't crazy over the gun bars like it ain't good shit
But ah, just because it go over heads, don't make it hood shit
Fuck Caustic, I should come to where your family at
Y'all gave me him instead of Shotty? This cracker is a waste of a bag
That's a fanny pack
I'll let the swammy clap
I'll box Money, no Manny Paq
Y'all acting like this pussy that nigga, he bringing tranny back?
Caustic will get his shit rocked worse than a snitch in gym pop
I split shots like I'm in perfect shape, I tip tops
Get your shit rocked, from twin Glocks I spray cowards
Dread head with two nines in Boston, I'm Jae Crowder
L was raised in the streets, so I followed the block
Guess I'm a running back
You a cracker ass cracker from...Oakland
But you wanna rap
I shove an ugly ass - into your face like this a pumpkin patch
Then let one clap over your head, I call that a jumping jack
I raise arms, like I got a question
Don't answer, I got six shooters, but only four play/foreplay, I gotta romance her
I robbed the nigga, no gun, strong arming, that's a pole dancer
Then let a couple sit in his Adam's apple, knock out his throat cancer
This what happen when y'all put me vers' a loaner
A G vers' a stoner
A degree vers' diploma
I come to the ring fly to knock a cracker out like I'm [?]
I'm the most interesting man in the world
I had a Dos Equis nigga drinking Corona
Now you mentioned my daughter nigga?
I'll slap the curls out your wet ass head
You prolly ain't never even fought a nigga
I'm disrespectful, I'll walk in your house and shit everywhere
That's a hoarder nigga
Hater's pivot, whore's travel, that's what I taught her nigga
High Stakes was the biggest PayPerView event ever
And y'all seen Laura Tarsi in America, all that mean is I can get my ratchet across the border nigga
Fuck about my band doe, my can low, feeling like Rambo
Nigga fall for everything, what the fuck he stand fo'?
HPWT, I go where you can't go
With an AR that I gotta hold like a banjo
I'm heavy, this cracker ain't ready
Trey deuce on the waist line, and deuce fours on the Chevy
Extra can, my extra hand been ready to hit him like they did Ricky or Method Man in Belly
Bang!
My clip hold ten, I'm shoving twelve in it
Shoulder shot then drench them in alcohol for twelve minutes
This torture, my whip got your girl in it
That white bitch got a donkey, my job is pin the tail in it
What I talk about I done did it, my life's wild
And to this lifestyle I am committed
You want it then come and get it
Haters is known to pivot
Travelers seen the world my lifestyle's exquisite
Gangstas don't die they raise families
I move my bitch and my daughter from Newark to Miami
I'm the most viewed battle rapper in this world
You white boys, I shined a light on y'all I made y'all fresh
What you thought? There wasn't no more room in my graveyard left?
I got four fingers and a thumb that'll cave y'all chest
And y'all know y'all can't correctly spell "bars" without the "A.R.S."
(My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic
And you can't spell "bars" without putting that "ars" in it)
And your baby mother autistic