URLtv, Arsonal, Hitman Holla - Arsonal vs. Hitman Holla lyrics

I'm a different type of drug homie
I'm wrapped up packin' strife
What's all the attitude for? Oh
'cause you ain't half as nice?
Talkin' 'bout you ran blocks
Nigga in ya school bus you
Wouldn't run traffic lights
Arsonal ain't worth smackin'
Yo Shotgun if I smack him
I still don't get braggin' rights
You around kids all day
How the fuck you live the savage life?
You got that Full House, Bob Saget
Baptist life soft ass crip
He'll probably bleed to death if I
Grazed him with a fabric wipe
Since he be around schools
Cool I could calculate
Hop on his bus I'm yellin', "Kids evacuate!"
Look at the camera like it's Holla
I'ma fry his face pick up the Desi


Blackboard you get dry erased
Don't play me dumb my nigga
I'm a scholar cat
You don't really think that you better
I could honor that i'm in Newark New Jersey
They whisperin' that's that Holla cat
They shoot, I’m firin' back, yellin' out
"Roger that!" in the East to where they
Rockin' the Dodger's hat
Beyonce's hometown back up to
Where the pirates at fall back and take a L
You ain't got a choice hell
Leave his throat in an envelope
Then I send it to his
Folks: that's a voicemail
On a scale of one to 10
Your raps about a zero
Y'all put the new villain
Against a guitar hero
Who you think you foolin' Ars
You bring cops through gangstas, killas
Thugs I bring the block through
His homeboy keep talkin' while I'm rappin'
Not cool
The contract said I can't hit this nigga
Not you!
All that gangbangin' liftin' the 40 up
Not true! Here's a list of some stupid
Shit you should not do
I come around, you around, do not move!
Don't crack a smile, I'm not ya pal
We're not cool
You gold fishes not allowed in the croc' pool
And if they jump in understand
That they croc' food
With that bein' said that leave
Him with two options
First spit ya verse, keep it rap
We can put on a show you
Know for the folks watchin'
Or two, get stupid and instead of YouTube
Smack gon' have to upload this footage
And send it to Most Shocking
We can fight or shoot it out, it's whatever
Let's have a slug fest
At any minute I'll drop him
I'm like a drug test
Shout out to them 60 Crips
Where them Bloods at?
GD's, Vice Lords, Grape? You never was that
Be yourself, that's what you oughta do
You ain't never been in the field
Show me a scar or two
Hitman, I'm one human being but
Got the heart of two
If you don't understand my warning
I bet ya daughter do bALL GAME!

I'll slap you so hard
Ya baby mother other baby father gon' hate me
Now say somethin' 'bout Grape Street
Watch them niggas go crazy
I was born in the 80's, I was torn as a baby
Fuck you was on that made you
Think you was gon' erase me
I spit, you spit, he relapses
You, Remy, Verb next, three caskets
Someone please
Tell the Dinininon I don't do rematches
My name Arsonal
Don't act like y'all don't remember me
I'm the same nigga that tortured
You right after flamin' RemyD
Now I'm supposed to show dude some sympathy
'Cause his first charge was wanderin'
And he just did three
Months for mistaken identity
I got that syrup fiend beggin' me
I got that metal thing next to me
Just seen Verb play grand pops
Through Gerald's teen pregnancy
Your son he a nice kid and
I know he like his pops
I'll introduce him to that night stick
'cause I know he watches Cops
To prevent his ass from actin' wild
I shoulda pistol whipped his baby
Mother in the bellybutton
While she was pregnant with ya faggot child
I'm disrespectful fuck it
Whatever you wanna call it
Ya son shoulda been a miscarriage pool
Of blood floatin in ya toilet
His father gon' be pussy regardless
He ain't gon' grow up to be shit
Brenda shoulda threw your baby in the garbage
But me ain't no need for actin'
Nigga you see I'm crackin'
You softer than that nigga that
Be barkin' when Conceited rappin'
Like "eat 'em!" and you know
You can't beat him! You hold hostages
You deprive little girls of their freedom
And you look like a Saudi Arabian, Dominican
Ethiopian at lost so that Puerto Rican
Now when I get home and the
Bank don't clear the check
I'm back in Newark airport
I'm jumpin' on the nearest jet
I come to St louis to clear your set
Beat everybody on his block to
Death with Squidward's clarinet
You got a swag like Mr krabs, just a fag
Waitin' for Xzibit to knock on ya
Door and pimp ya cab
No racks, I'ma bang you with the left
'Til I see that small intestine start
To dangle out ya chest
I'ma choke you 'til you claim
You out of breath
I'ma bang bang you with the TEC on the roof
And then I'ma slang you down the steps
I'm a gangsta, I bitchslap a bitch rapper
And I just made this Hitman
Holla after that natural disaster
I carjack you, you will not get ya Honda back
Six hadouken then an open E honda slap
Two Sonic booms and then show
You where my Blanka at
Then switch cartridges
Slowly equip my Contra gat
I come to ya breakfast
Shove ya head in the damn eggs rip ya torso
Watch ya blood pour slow on ya pancakes
Kick in the front door and shove
Ya face in the fan blade
Rampage, you gon need a lifesize bandaid
One call will make the homies touch you
You'll get punched in the face with
A fist full of rings
And think Kobe snuck you
Ya bitch just a fiend that isn't clean
I made her suck ya dick with a
Mouth full of peroxide and Listerine
Now ya shit burn 'cause her lips burn
You sizzy slippin' and twitchin'
Like Smokey when he was talkin' to Big Worm
Ya baby mother named Chippy D Fishburne
Ya big homie 36 with no
Sideburns and a slick perm
You talk cash money, you ain't got no dough
No bread, no cheese, you got a nacho flow
I rain on this nigga parade, wear a poncho
Shut the fuck up nigga, it's not ya go
Ya name Hitman Holla

I always knew you was a fraud Ars'
You the type that ain't never shot a shell
I mean you a cool dude
But let me let y'all in
On a secret about Darrell
Y'all remember when he got
On YouTube bluffin'?
Him and T-Rex goin' back and forth
About a whole lot of nothin'
Arsonal swore up-and down he clap TEC's
I remember like it was yesterday he said
"At the next URL event I'ma smack Rex"
I said, "Damn, dude might be gangsta"
I miss that? You shittin' me
Who was on that card Smack?
Ill, Surf, Ice, Tech, hollow and Big T
For some strange reason I
Fuckin' believed him not all rappers lie
I mean well over most of 'em
But make a long story short
I spotted both of them i said, "Aww shit
Any time now Arsonal should
Be approachin' him!
He should take that angle and
Smack him that way…"
In my head I started coachin' him
He turned around and saw Rex and
Saw me and did this
Man I saw the ghost in him
His heart beatin' fast, he nervous
I'm losin' hope for him
I gave him the benefit of the
Doubt like maybe he too sober
He don't wanna fuck up the battles
He probably waitin' til it's over
We get outside, that's on my mom's children
Nigga waved bye to every
Rapper in the building you fuckin' disgrace
You let ya whole block down
'Cause if a St louis nigga made a threat
What time is it? A nigga
Would be gettin' shot now
I give a fuck about you poppin' a bottle
I don't drink ho
I thought you was supposed to
Check me in person, i ain't think so
Fake ass, mark ass
Fraud ass nigga been lyin'
Longer than Kirilenko look me in my eyes
I'll punch you if you even blink slow
St louis Missouri
Yeah call us the battle state
Shots in that Polo horse
'til that saddle break
His homie come around he frontin'
Put on his battle face
See me and then get to shakin'
You just a rattled snake
Who bang with him? Pull ya salary out
Pow pow, that 50 cal knock some calories out
GrindTime charged him
I take them batteries out
Since he think he so cold
I knock ya allergies out
I'm a grown man's man who chose
To bring a child in
You had a better chance of
Winnin' throwing the towel in
My career runnin' thousands after thousands
His career Darrell Jones clean up
Where? Aisle 10
You a herb that'll squeal, a nerd with a deal
Ain't worthy of my skills, just resemblance
Y'all rep the states, I ball
I put on them jersey's for real

First of all ya mother
Played professional rugby
She the goalie during soccer season
You wear the thongs and ya
Bitch do the boxer briefin'
I'm in the South where all
Year round it's chopper season
Give me a proper reason
Cop and squeezin', Holla stop ya breathin'
Where you wanna be? In front of
Me is the last place
Put a pump in ya mouth Holla
And ask you how that gas taste
Make you kiss ya bitch now in her tongue
You got that you starin' at that bitch with
That I ate ass face
Ewww that's some nasty ass kinky shit
Bitch look like Rasheed Wallace with
Nappy ass kinky twist
Herpes on ya ding-a-ling and that's
Why you think you sick
He fuckin' bitches raw with that
Lumped up stinky dick
You movin' white for Eazy chip, easy bitch
I aim above ya brim, I squeeze slow
Leave you leakin' quick
I knock them shit's out that you eatin' with
You go above the rim I pull a birdy
On any nigga that think he flip
Get it? I snatch ya ball cap fitted
I done traveled across the world
We use all that pivot
Ya bitch don't sell the pussy
We just call that rented
No walls somehow even my car crashed in it
You gangsta, that don't at all matter
To me you a fraud rapper
I carjack ya then pistol whip
You 'til ya jaw shatter
Headbutt hard hat ya
Reach into ya bitch pussy
Pull ya daughter out and feed
Ya new born ya gallbladder
I'll pay a greedy bitch to squeeze
Ya dick until ya balls splatter
You wouldn't be a big man if you
Was Shag or Pau Gasol ladder
You lil' dumb ass, under 21 ass, bum ass
Special ed only had one class, lil bitch
Lil dick premature cum ass
Used to let the school bully
Shit in ya lunch bag
Nigga, little pussy ass pervert
Hitman Holla? Ya name Gerald Dean Girbert
Ya bitch suckin' spit 'til I ejaculate yogurt
You the type open the freezer and
Stick yo shit in the sherbet
Now I'm a dog, no fraternity or gold boots
I'll name Marlon and don't
Nobody really no Juice
See I'm Crippin' but I don't know Snoop
I know Verb and he a bitch
He ain't got shit but some
Kids and a gold tooth
Nothin' to show for, no car, no chauffeur
No coupe, no four door
Nigga that's not couture
Holla you sure you want all of this?
I advise you call it quit's
Before the rebel start to ball his fist
Dash came to St louis and saw ya bitch
Actin' wild, blackin' out, actin' wild
For a black and mild and a harbor mist
Now that there dumb, I'll dare Yung
To put his hands to me and shoot
My black ass the fair one
You the type of nigga I pop with a flair gun
Straight disrespect you
Dig in my nose and put the
Snot in ya ear drum i don't wear a mask, I
Rob this nigga bare face, bare ass
Put ya full structure in a full body air cast
In a hospital fill his oxygen tank
Up filled with tear gas
Make sure his car in a deer crash
Without the seat belts and airbags
That bitch ain't yours nigga, you share ass
You wonderin' why GrindTime ain't call you?
'Cause you dirty niggas is pure ass
Look he sad with his head down so
I'm talkin' and walkin' with you
That target I'm gonna rip you
With rocket launcher missiles
You gonna need bounty
The quilted picker up and
Lots of toilet tissues
'Cause when that Glock and that 40 hit you
From Marvin the Martians pistol
I'm 'bout my money, I need more bread
And I be damned if I lose to
A nigga that think he cornbread
I'm the nigga eatin' chicken wings, four legs
Why is your head shaped like a
Camel back on a horse head?
Go ahead and talk about the bol dreads
And how you gon' pull 'em out one by
One until I got a bald head
You're an informant, you call feds
You 28 years old at ya mommy house
And you still sleep in ya car bed
You got a twin size Lamborghini
Ya pillow where ya trunk at
Ya father name Houdini and his
Widow is a hunchback
I fucked ya mother mouth
I put my dick where her tongue at
She said my throat kidnapped my seed and
You not gettin' ya son back

In other words, 4th quarter
Cool show me primetime
This nigga first down marker on the sideline
Yeah I'm from a dangerous city
So I'm 'bout mine
Arsonal I'm built for this game
I made the guidelines
Uppercuts, hooks and jabs, we don't box shit
Glock clips, you wouldn't block these shots
With Josh Smith soo-woo, what's poppin' what
That bread about?
Five point flag on the weapon
Show him what red about
One phone call and the whole
Mob is headin' out snip him, stitch him
Doctors will have to thread him out
Fuck what you heard
I'm that nigga you shoulda read about
Shells through his living room window
I really egg his house
Arsonal a loser, he just spellin' the cause
Don't believe that bullshit that
He sellin' to y'all
Pay close attention his name tellin' it all
Yeah he got an A-R, so? Will he bust it?
Nah, he a fuckin' fun boy
And he devastatin' to AL (L)
I'm on a money route, my destination is ball
I took this battle in seconds
No preparation at all
He on his high horse 'cause he
Thinkin' that his family royal
I'll run through ya family royal
You a prince? Well I'll snatch ya princess
Trigger fuck her with twin TEC's
And the queen where they fly by next
They ricocheted and hit the king
Mama like Delonte West
Bar for bar he was out matched
Cookin' this nigga
When I finish him the outback
Four words when I'm in beef
Where his house at? Boobies at his crib
I put a bomb where his couch at
Shotgun reload
Arsonal got his spouse clapped
Everybody get it I'm sendin' shots
Where the mouse at
War time and you in the front? I doubt that
All that super loud shit
Rowdy rowdy wild shit
Just lettin' me know that
You ain't about that
This nigga can't see me mentally
Physically or spiritually
Not this cock sucker, literally
I'm a real nigga, I really just wanna drop it
'Cause, I don't feel comfortable
Talkin' about the topic
But all that gangbangin' you do
I saw that picture
You got some explainin' to do
Who's the he-she? Is it true?
Was it photoshop? Is it you?
The camera don't lie, if you watch and see
That one round he did with Dizaster
What you do? Drop to his knees
I was nice at 14
Back then I let them TEC's rattle
Nowadays I let that TEC rattle fuck judgin'
Smack you better bring paramedics
To my next battle
O-Red, Shotgun, Tsu Surf, Arsonal, all lame
Two words after this, Ball Game!

Yo breath hot and stinky, that's a bad mix
You black bitch
Ya mouth smell like you just swallowed
A big bag of ass chips
Ya tongue probably smell like
A giant bass fish
Whiting, tuna, tilapia and catfish
Whoever booed will get beat and then stuck up
I'll beat and then butt fuck ya mother
Then beat ya brothers the fuck up
Tough luck Hitman
I squeeze until the clip jam
You'll have better luck next year every
Year like a Knicks fan
After the steal pass the rock to ya big man
So I can kill him
The Scarecrow and the Tin Man
I show Gerald the dirt
Grab metal then squirt
St louis y'all move regular work
Y'all 'bout to witness little
Gerald get murked
Hitman gon' follow in the same
Footsteps as Gerald Lavert
You'll be another dead nigga missin'
Ill lookin' at you like "do
It baby you got it"
Go ahead Holla give him kiss
I'll back hand him twice then give him fist
Three rounds of death, nah fuck it
Probably give him six
I don't play, I cop blam blam
I love to watch ya baby mother pop
That pretty pussy on a hand stand
How much you wanna bet everybody in Jersey
That really like the Nets will beat the
Shit out of the Rams fans
I put the house on him
Know that that house haunted
When he battled in Halloween this nigga
Mother had her mouth on it
That trick treated at her
Own fuckin' house warmin'
Ya father walked out and on his back
He had ya couch on it
Now how I thought of that I see things clear
Think before you act
How many lost to me this year?
I pay a random bitch to leave
This queer to the woods
Then give that bitch a new objective
Steve McNair
You need to stick to basketball 'cause
Once you get the yappin' off
I get the trap involved and dead
Niggas cannot rap at all
You coochie, you just actin' hard
Fuckin' bloody pussies runnin' red lights
Nigga directin' traffic wrong
Lights camera action, nigga we on
What type of shit he on
Let me let y'all in on a secret
He ain't the shooter
He the shooting guard, he get his three on
Old booty ass nigga he brick and
Don't get his D on ya brother is a peon and
Ya mother's name is Leon
I unlock this nigga life I got
My top of the key on
Then I pop this nigga wife in
My block in a neon superman that ho
I did the dougie then a deon
That mean I touched her with my dick
She touched back, got her meat on
Without the in zone I'm strong
Enough to bend chrome
My saliva stronger to ya face
Will break ya chin bone
Ya bitch blacker than me with
That dark ass skin tone
Blacker the berry sweeter the juice
No sprint phone
I don't fear you, the East don't hear you
I'm so far ahead you I can't
Spot you in my rearview
My shank slide down you like ya tears do
Tear you put the second knife in you to skin
You and then I wear you
I'm Holla now! I clap and
Make ya black blacka
You don't wanna smash knuckles
I amputate yo leg to beat yo
Face with yo calf muscles
You done let that grass bluff you
Talkin' 'bout you better than Biggie
You ain't better than Diggy, ask Russell
I shit, take a dookie on him
Reach pull the toolies on him
Since I moved to New Orleans I'ma
Lean and get groovy on him
Beat the men behind him, get six bodies
Lil Boosie on 'em hurricane or Wayne
I get my Lil' Tunechi on him
I pick your girl up
I'ma drop her on my fuckin' bed
Lift my dick up and let it
Drop on her fuckin' head
Punch her in the ass 'til her
Booty cheek is fuckin' red
Then make that bitch wash and
Retwist every motherfuckin' dread