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You use disrespect cause you can’t...punch The way you paint...sucks b*t*h, is yo’ mama dead? If she ain’t...f**k This finna be a homicide, it’s f**ked up I hope his mama died But he getting this work, and from his resume, I would say he’s qualified We don’t let the drama slide from ho threats, b*t*h yo’ grandma will get throat checked I’ll lock yo’ daughter in a sauna for eight hours and walk away with no sweat You took disrespect to heights, you traveled the world on connecting flights When SMACK couldn’t get Lux and Hollow you told them to set the price You started a league, gave opportunities to newcomers and vets alike The view record, you set it twice I can’t take anything away from you...except ya life You gon' see death tonight b*t*h, I stay with that extension I gotta hold the gun in front of my phone to open the Facial Recognition It’s the pistol grip You drove school buses on some Miss Frizzle sh*t When my young n***as in the field trip, who you think signed the permission slip? Scarface didn’t wanna kill women and children, me I’m on some different sh*t I got a bomb under yo’ baby mama car that ignites when the ignition switch Picture this, you rehearsing bars, flowin’ ya stanzas You call to check on your daughter and no one would answer Yo’ baby mama FaceTime you with her eye swoll in the camera You squashed yo’ beef with Joe Budden, well I’ma hold 'em for Ransom Speaking of ran some, G Mayne Frost chased you out the club, you was ‘bout to get stomped to death Trick Trick had you shook in Detroit, and Calicoe had to jump in that And Bay Area n***as had you sneaking out the venue, they was going to the trunk for TECs This n***a Arsonal done ran out so many times it got me questioning ya gun connect In every battle you say you from the set, a hood n***as was born to claim Dre Vishiss and Aktive put you on, now they can’t even get ya phone to rang You stopped f**kin’ with 'em, you don’t check in, you done left ya boys to hang See it’s fake n***as like you that kept me from joinin' gangs I stayed on 103rd in the 80’s, back then they woulda killed him This n***a can battle on a Hollywood set, but can’t check in with his real one? How do y’all feel him? You in front of a monster that can spit terror You from the days of Lions Dens, and Fight Club...now you made this error (era) Clips air ya, with double Rugers, I can humble rulers What’s a man that presents himself as a problem, to a trouble shooter? You a f**kin’ loser, perpetratin’ like a real boss, you exposed T-Top baby mama showing her skills off That was supposed to be a automatic body bag, and you still lost Don’t you get it? Outside of disrespect you don’t leave an impression No creativity, just a bunch of filler beneath the aggression We need some progression, you spit the sh*t a novice would yell Where’s the metaphors? The similes?, an entendre would help I don’t care if you got a secret room with a bunch of guns stocked on the shelf It doesn’t matter if you own an arsenal if you not one ya self Glock in the belt, pistol handle under my navel Leaving n***as with their heads split open is one of my staples I’m not coming with fables, I’m connected in Vegas on a hundred levels The minute you in LV (UNLV) you’ll be a Running Rebel The gun’ll settle, any beef, shells finna air at him I watch him bleed while bullets swell in ya melanin Human flesh loses color hours after death You killed rappers, but our bodies pale in comparison I killed and embarrassed him Spray with a loud pistol, a K from the crowd hit you A hundred round drum'll spit an eight minute round with you My sh*t is real, my sh*t is raw my sh*t authentic You can’t spell bars without putting Bar God in it b*t*h Danny Myers, you was born January 19th...of 1980 Which means you 20 days away from being a 70's baby That information might be irrelevant maybe But that don't take away from the fact that you was damn near a 70's baby Now all jokes aside, let's be real though How old you n***a? I mean "Sir", I'ma respect my elders like I'm supposed to n***a I ain't have sh*t to write about so your age was my go-to n***a Even as this new Danny improved, all we see is this old you n***a And your wife Vicki Hey Vicki She smoke reefer in a bong Coke, dope and methamphetamine She don't just be Cheech'ing in the Chong And she be thinkin' 'bout other n***as while your fingers in her thong Vicki got secrets up the ass G, you don't see that she's just stringing you along? You battled a n***a two weeks ago, actin' like Ars' ain't makin' you scared Just like your crackhead ass wife, you go take drugs (Drugz) before facin' your fears Cause you some other n***a I'm surprised that b*t*h really learned to love a n***a Maaan, you some other n***a, I'm surprised that b*t*h really learned to love a n***a Every time I hear you speak I hear the autobiography of a sucka n***a You came to an Arsonal battle to hold a speaker for another n***a But if she was hungry you wouldn't even order a box of pizza for your mother n***a 100 shooters, all got lasers, not one gun is fake They'll put a red dot on every freckle on your f**kin' face I'll tell you what's a thin line between love and hate They let you close yo' eyes then BOW yo' head now say yo' f**kin' grace Now when I lay me down to sleep I pray my soul to take To the Golden Gates if my last breath come before I wake Cause death is life's best kept secret, something we overrate But, your conscious will kill you if you know the deal Think about that And it's gon' come a day where your fans won't relate n***as won't post your song while you alive cause n***as known to hate But sure to post your funeral flier soon as they know the date Cause all actions is premeditated we makin' no mistakes Oh, retaliation is a must in this life there's no escape But, for legal reasons my n***as known to wait And I'm from where you ain't gotta be obese to die over weight (overweight) But...wait I just wanna know who said you the "Bar God" they all lied Double barrels; frog eye Knife I rip it (ribbet) then twist it soon as he *arf!* the dog died Your wife set you up, her habits is what got y'all robbed I pushed his line back before the play even started, this sh*t knocks off sides My universe ain't parallel, it intersect at Durrell Island Truth be told I don't think those is the right angles to use on a n***a this well rounded I will have you dance with the devil, I'll put you through Hell's challenge Man my Ruger German with a whisper accent Why? Cause usually the shells silence Now am I threat to he? Definitely Battle critics talkin' 'bout him edging me If this was 2000 with Jay on the remix, Myers (Mya) couldn't get 'The Best Of Me' {scratches} Carolina new kicks, hottest n***a on the block Was in love with nice pistols since I was six High school? That's when I crossed over, that's when I banged Crip Battles, same sh*t Cause I gave away Clips, Myers Get it together or, this lyrical Berretta gon' Point at your body, I, hit wherever you Actin' like Arsonal can't, finish whoever Actin' like I'm ya fan My name not "Dan" Your wife knew we was battlin', she been suckin' me for months So go have an affair, act like an adult for once Because my hand was up her skirt God Daniel, hurt All that stupid sh*t you finna say won't work I don't respect b*t*hes But I respect Mama Rebel, Grandma Haddie and Auntie Lesie in a major way They all born sinners, now following God tutorial from day to day They told me, "Pray today No matter if the sun shining, snow in August or a rainy day You know how hard it is for me to ask an invisible n***a I never met to take my pain away? So be careful when you praying against me Cause I brought my own whip and my own chain so the white man will never be able to lynch me Do I believe in miracles? Yes, I say it officially Cause my Uncle Tony, he died twice, came back to life and had a baby at 60 n***a I'm big Jersey On URL, I'm half past the hour sh*t, got about six 30s Return Of The Mack, you gon' think I knocked on Heaven's Door to get Bernie I'm actin' like a young hyena, I fed the clip 30 No, I can't wife my Nina, cause the b*t*h dirty D.E. from Sesame Street, that's a big birdy I'm suited up, two straps on the shoulder, oh it's a bit nerdy I used to call my Ruger my "Cougar", that was a bit girly Thought I fell in love with my .32, it was a bit early My wife mature, she squirt from my finger, she drip daily You've never seen her but she's a cold b*t*h, that's Big Shirley On to your daughter though Now I'm on some hateful sh*t You gon' think I was tryin' to step in aimin' a pop, at the way I raise the b*t*h Maaaan...pssst My sh*t- oh my God, you gon' think I was aimin' to pop at the way I raise the b*t*h Life is- go ahead my n***a You got this tough exterior, I’m finna burn the layers All this gang bang macho sh*t I’m not concerned with player You must’ve saw yo’ daddy beat yo' mom and watched her return the favor I’m ‘bout to show y’all how disrespect is a learned behavior His words are catered, towards hatred, he rappin' with a vengeance To understand how he got here, let’s take it back to the beginning His first day of school he got smacked in the back of the head, n***a said “bust a move” n***a said “Darrell you a lil' b*t*h" he ain’t know what to do The bus driver broke it up and said, "Don’t listen to those f**kin’ fools Just keep yo’ grades up in school and one day you can drive buses too." He was uncomfortable, kept getting bullied, in fact no one could stop it Met this fat kid named Suge who socked him and tapped both of his pockets Disrespect seeped into his conscience, he hated band and the harmonica So he ditched class and ran into the hall monitor The kid liked him, gave him a hall pass as a peace offering He said “They call me L Wisdom. And one day I’m be a police officer.” They went to the beach often but, they couldn’t Surf the waves on the ocean This kid Rajon yoked him up, I mean he was famous for chokin’ This ugly boy with dreads said “I ain’t gone put my hands on ya I’ll be your friend.” Then he gave him a Transformer Which translates into the transformation Now he’s disrespectful, throwing Crip signs when his hands is shakin’ Million view n***a, braggin’ 'bout the bands he makin’ Now let’s see if he really can rap when the fans is vacant b*t*h n***a, my influences led to infiltration You better watch who you view as yo’ friends I can get the b*t*h that's doin’ yo' dreads to push two in yo’ head I’m fluent with lead, I could let the .9 blow But I’d rather make him suffer, bend his back ‘til his spine broke Cut off both eye lids, put alcohol on the blind fold Ancient techniques that Genghis Khan knows, but that’s just where my mind goes (Mongols) I’m talkin’ Congo, gorilla sh*t, separating body parts from ligaments This a symbol, but I disassemble, I don’t know what this figure meant (disfigurement) He from Brick City? I sold bricks, n***as indebted to me I put whole cliques in positions they never would see I seen a n***a run off with a whole brick, now he dead as can be He opened doors to getting his flesh ripped, we call that a “Skeleton Ki" (key) This n***a jealous of me, his fan base is limitless But he never had half the credit of my penmanship I’m ‘bout to end this b*t*h What y’all want? The killer Dan, or the rapper Dan? Well the MAC in hand, I’ll address ya whole hood like Dapper Dan Don’t give dap to Dan, I had a master plan Back when man was a single cell organism that learned how to adapt to land I was rappin’ then I’m my past life I was part of an assassin clan Now I’m tryna put a M on Ars (Mars) before NASA can n***a! Mr. Grape Street, b*t*h n***a, let’s get this understood You ain’t disrespected sh*t, ‘til you go to PJ Watts and say “f**k yo' hood!" Inside the ring, you push n***as, tap pockets, knock hats off Outside the ring, you protected by police, n***as you that soft b*t*h I’m from L.A., I been knew how to spot one of these actin' n***as It’s a difference between affiliated gang members and active (Aktive) n***as I ain’t just rappin’ with ya, I practice photography when this cat get lit up Cause I’ll be quick to put a Rebel on a Cannon (Canon) and then snap the picture Faggot n***a You on the ground with this sh*t You got ten kids, six baby mothers and you met your oldest kid when he was 21 No, you not a good dad You see what's goin' on in this world and you don't send yo' kids to school with guns in they bookbag Look fag You like a fat Mexican b*t*h just left the pink store and went home to stand in that mirror Knowin' you finna make Vicki look bad Now take responsibilities Last n***a couldn't make it to see his kids, I heard he built a way; real dad If I got 10 kids I'm payin' for 30 meals a day Child neglect? You losin' wild respect And you still okay? Your wife on all types of toxins 'round them toddlers, I'm startin' to feel a way I see now, if I was visually impaired, you'll dap me up, then try to diss me in my damn face Blind to the fact, I felt your vibe, already read you from that handshake I architected this culture, I laid the blueprints to the landscape I got more money in my account than you've got people collectively in yo' fanbase I will no longer, beef with a n***a we don't even eat red meat The power is in the hair, I let the left of the dread speak You ain't even prioritize your youngest son or teach him to walk You told his mama that his legs weak But you out here on Caffeine battle rapping lyin', tryin' to convince people don't matter you let your lead speak In that case, I wanna see you rob everybody who work for Caffeine Next week, have all them thinkin' that the ghost of Debo is ridin' down Craig street I wanna see a picture of all yo' kids on yo' 'Gram and see they names in yo' next tweet Hashtag Saga in the afterlife watchin' PornHub You the definition of dead beat It's yo' fault again n***a, my phone buzzin', your b*t*h barginin' She sent a titty pic I text "ass" like she from Arlington Your deacon noddin' off again You and Jesus 'bout to talk again Imagine cryin' yo' struggle to yo' pastor and still ask you for your offering To your Lord, you'll probably never want to talk again Man they will cheer (wheel chair) but some of the most stand up n***as I know will prolly never walk again And that's what the problem is I will show up in any hood n***a, mine or his This .40 kinda big I'm aimin' at the address where your conscious live That's a headshot Oh it's already red dots where your nostrils is Then I bold the current address where your mama is Pure disrespect, but this disrespect mixed with intellect If I retire, battle rap will forever owe me a pension check Your universe so parallel, why you wanna clash with me 'fore it intersect? All answers incorrect You have 10 children you are a living debt Why is this faggot here? I'll take your daughter's fish out the tank and watch it gasp for air In front of her big brother, it ain't like that b*st*rd care He's suicidal, you his idol, how he wavin' a ratchet, yeah Ready to take his own life He'd rather raise and pop hisself, it ain't like his dad was there This the clear truth Man I was supposed to battle- where's Mook? This no fair goof I'm too calculated It's easy to find a square's roots n***a You got two options Either jump out the plane now or a pair'll shoot (parachute) For bein' a crackhead that b*t*h got a bit of weight on her and she very cute The d**k? She ate it, it melt in her mouth, that's Vicki favorite She in a gangbang as soon as I jumped in we got initiated Danny, made himself at home, soon as you sit you ate it (situated) I put a dot on every dot on Danny and now you pixilated Danny Myers Vicki Myers DM and VM Hmmm, I will Nyquil PM DM and his BM Late night or broad daylight, AM or PM A Marshall Mathers fan like Stan wouldn't want to be him Oh I'm a famous Cuzzin n***as like you gotta issue them gang injunctions But that type talk there is pretty foreign to a n***a who ain't bangin' nothin' I'm from the era Verb really had n***a's guardian angels duckin' You out here angle huntin' Your wife clean the spiritual scope, meanin' she angel dustin' Oh it's over bro And this Drac (Drake) that I tote don't rep OVO Man, you would've thought I kidnapped Hitman's brother vs. Jerry the way I stole the Show You ain't f**kin' with me toe to toe, blow for blow India, Egypt, Ciara, Dominique My answers when they ask me, do I know a hoe Them your four daughters just so you know I know n***a, my sh*t is real, my sh*t is raw, my sh*t is authentic And no, f**k a Bar God, you can't spell "Bars" without puttin' that Ars' in it If there was a battle rap Mt. Rushmore, they couldn’t carve it comfortably Cause yo’ big block head ass wouldn’t leave room for the other three You f**kin’ weak, this is one dimension, versus the one to mention You retired, and came back, cause battle rap don’t got a f**kin’ pension You made a half mill in yo’ career, from little battles to big battles But the only thing in yo’ bank account is the back end from this battle I should b*t*h slap you, but I’d rather let the carbon blow These stocks drop up and down, but that’s just how the market go Arsonal? I got explosives, I keep a few near handy I’ll drop an atomic bomb on yo’ house, I support the nuclear family You whole crew fear Danny Shotgun think he a hood baby But all I see is a b*t*h in The Color Purple and Suge Avery Why Ray Swag don’t come to yo’ battles no more? First it was all crew love I heard the n***a was snitchin', I wouldn’t be shocked if you was Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I do) He probably told on a few thugs The n***a that helped build yo’ battle league is the same n***a that you dubbed (UDubb) Two snubs, at that n***a crib, they ‘bout to up the chrome With his wife in bed, yo’ right hand man gone get his cover blown You better leave me the f**k alone, the Forrest where my guys put you But you don’t wanna die right there, why would (wood) you? I’ll cook you, I need a place to store these weapons I’ll even shoot Hitman then give his Agent 47 This is Jason Voorhees steppin' Reincarnated into a modern cause What you want n***a? I up the stakes n***a, the Tom or Hawk? No time to talk, I’ll clap you before you speak The ratchet gone release, the strap is on the streets I ordered a gun from overseas Oh y’all really don’t get me I can’t give Ars any ol’ (Arsenio) semi My whole city go with me, b*t*h, I’m tryna punish Rell This punk’ll tell, I'll up the stick on him before he come and tell Ya stomach swell, from a gut shot, ya whole sh*t bloated Y’all seen how I did Drugz...now I’m tryna get Loaded Lux! I ain’t settin' this battle up, just to bring me stardom I’m setting it up, so I can tell you in yo’ face I’m the King Of Harlem Beloved You said, "Harlem Hospital giving beds out" n***a I got more bars than your grey hoodies thread count Ran from JC and Daylyt, I ain’t finna chase this b*t*h I’m not the rapper you wanna bump into, I ain’t from Ace's clique I mean... You said “Guns raising (raisin) like dry prunes” Nah, I’m tryna snipe somethin’ You just saw me put the heat on a Grape and take the life from it Bar God! We not the same, we viewing it different To you it’s a lucrative business me using a pen is transcending human existence Look what I do with a sentence, view in the distance In the past they left clues and inscriptions Myers would be on a killing spree that's what Dr. Loomis predicted You spewin’ resentment is fueling my interest to be cruel and relentless You can keep usin' resistance but I'ma keep shootin' this n***a I’ll beat the sh*t f**k out you without usin’ assistance And watch what I do to the witness This is beautiful isn’t it? My sh*t is real, my sh*t is raw, my sh*t is authentic You can't spell "Bars" without puttin' "Bar God" in it You the type of n***a, give a b*t*h the moon and the stars and then she tells you that she needs space Every at bat, was hit by a pitch, she used to free base I will put you to sleep forever, if you really tryin' to dream chase Ain't no "I" in "we" so every n***a on my team ate I got a .40, a year younger than you, lil' freak wait Finger made her bust in under a minute, we on a speed date I've seen fate, won't you die for your people, a king's fate All them freckles, you'd be lyin' if you said you had a clean face I come from (k)not havin', so I went to Glock grabbin' I was the n***a robbin' the football game while you was outside playin' John Madden Now my killers contracted I talk like this when I'm not rappin' Why? I respond to this easy (Eazy) n***a, when you The Block Captain Now do you believe in a disrespectful universe? I'ma be the n***a to do it first Charge yo' b*t*h some head for a feature then rap about it when I do the verse Life insurance policy hit b*t*h, change yo' shoes and shirt It gotta look like you had nothin' to do with this, hop in that Uber first Brutal work, meanin' I'll show 30 in a Ruger first Put a d**k in yo' spouse will put the tip in her mouth, she hit the hookah first You a true lame I 'Hit 'Em Up' his condition Fatal like Hussain Split personalities, one fight we all fight, even my mood swang My b*t*h ran her net worth on her titties boy (Titi Boi) with these two chains (2 Chainz) The long nose assisted, actin' like Pippen did in the Flu Game But KD, 2018 cause only two rang Five XT underneath, TEC 9 tied to shoe string But I don't need guns A part of my arsenal cause I'm Bruce Wayne Press down on the right buttons I'll "Finish Him" now I'm Liu Kang Your baby spilled juice on his shirt and need a new change Lunchtime a knife hold through every one of them juice stains "f**k Boy", I officially gave you a new name You just playin' the cards you was dealt so I gotta inspect the (Inspectah) Deck, I'm part of Wu-Tang You subpar I could fit your year salary in a bud jar I will introduce Satan to the Bar God with a gun bar Big phase, put a stick to yo' ribcage; En-garde Lift blade, give you a kid fade, you won't run far I had a close friend A close, close, close friend Who ratted on a n***a he was closer to I saw the paperwork, I stopped f**kin' wit' the n***a, that's what I'm 'pose to do You tried to do a whole lot of exposin' too Soon as a n***a get up here and mention yo' crackhead wife you mad and that's when the jokin' through Focus you Why you lettin' me disrespect you this close to you? Before Lux, Carl Thomas said, "n***as be gettin', 'Emotional'" You ain't got no drive within the ride and ain't nobody gonna chauffeur you Be honest n***a, how many times did I say "no" to you? First interview You mentioned my name, said I'm a Danny fan Second interview He mentioned my name, you couldn't stand me fam' Third interview, you tried to pay respect that I'm a family man? Forth time the n***a pulled up he really jumped out of the family van The duel truck, I'm thinkin' you tooled up like a handy man He like, "My wife an addict with a sweet tooth. We just took a trip to Candy Land." He proceeds, starts askin', "When we gettin' Ars' vs. Danny fam-" Fifth time you say my name I pop up, n***a I'm Candy Man This ain't the old days 6AM, early mornin' dope plays The internet around now, kids don't even go outside no more on snow days But I wanna take it back, I'm talkin' high school Vicki, all in her hoe phase Before the addiction, when it was just a sinus infection caused from her Flonase n***a, believing in a Parallel Universe? That's gonna leave you dead like the last dead rookie You the type of n***a play Cee-Lo headcrack, go home then eat that crackhead pu**y Well Danny what they offer you? What you gainin' off this battle? n***a this all for you And by the way that you abuse drugs (Drugz) I can see she rubbin' off on you This Arsonal, you should've had it on ya How I'm supposed to believe you got it out the mud when it don't even rain in Southern California Maan, you makin' n***as like me look bad And I just wanted to tell you somethin', my daughter had somethin' to say to you Oh real quick {Presumably Arsonal's daughter on the phone talking} "Danny Myers you're not a good daddy." My sh*t is real, my sh*t is raw, my sh*t is authentic And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that Ars' in it
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