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[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] I said, Arsonal's a league owner Next card you throw, if I ain't invited, it's on I'll come to a packed-out UDubb event and pull the fire alarm I was gonna come here with no jokes and knock you the fuck out You get hit wit' a combination But I say, nah, I'm gon' rap...'cause I gotta get the deposit waitin' And I ain't gon' choke tonight! {Crowd cheers} And even if I do, I better still get paid, or a Llama blazin' Try me...I'll shoot the club up: she ovulating! 9 will blaze him! Nah, .38 with the beam for his eyes to gaze in I got it flashin' on top of a tre (tray): bottle waitress Salutations, drive-by, Scion racin' I said Scion 'cause my bitch whippin': dominatrix! I'm tired of playin' Loud thunder, I'll have my bitch clip ya man Swag, the cal' dumpin' I told her, "Sting Ray": Crocodile Hunter And if Ars' trail ya (Australia), he's goin' down under! I'm the top gunner, I'm the top dawg You told Trick Trick you ain't know Suge If you thought he was ya bro, he not one Pop somethin', this shit look like a Photoshop gun (*chk-chk*) He's like, "Is that a 12-gauge?" BAOW! I thought you ain't KNOW no Shotgun! I watched son and behind all these you the brokest bum If I give you a brick, tell you to bring it back in two days It better be sold in one Let him try to play with my money, I'mma load a gun You gon' see this hammer like Thor Nah, I'm just tellin' you you better pay me what you owe, then, (Odin) son I'm rollin' up, out the Escalade The chrome will dump Throw him in the Gulf (golf), I hopped out the Caddy with the iron and put a hole in- Nah, that's old as fuck But I gave him a warnin' He thought I was fakin' performin' Dome shot, permanent head wrap: Sway in the Morning! I'm bombin' and came to snatch everything out your confidence Since you tryin' to convince the world of your accomplishments I'm your co- Fuck that! Bigga 9 is gripped! The Glock a stick Pistol-whip 'til something Big bent (Ben): I'll clock his shit I'm not for shit I was just at the hotel with Hollow Da Don, real modest friend He kept tellin' me how you was tryna cheat him at the Fight Klub I said, "Man, you gotta try to forgive." He said he might do the same shit to you, I said, "Ain't that 'bout a bitch." All that advice for the Dinininon...but all I could think about was the Hollow tips! I'm not for shits! I'm 'bout to catch a body in this place! Chrome sparkin', dumpin' This the old Ars' in London (*chk-chk*) The Shotty in his face! A Beretta to his back! Y'all ain't tired of him retirin'? (*chk-chk*) BAOW! This time, he ain't NEVER comin' back! I'm so for real Errrrt! Grip and I load the steel 'Cause before a nigga beat me with Squidward's clarinet, I'mma do a drive-by in the Invisible Boatmobile! This dude is gay- Man, fuck the jokes, tool will spray BAOW! Bullet as big as a Avocado: this shit'll Ruin Your Day! I'm triflin', shorty "Mr. Disrespectful" Talk about everybody motherfuckin' kids, which is twice as corny You don't got custody of ya child, nigga You can't even Skype ya daughter Ya baby mom just want a little child support BAOW! Now she gonna get ya life insurance! I light the .40, but he still don't get it Well, let me get real close wit' it Steel toes wit' it I see your daughter, take that lil' bitch head and field-goal-kick it! I'm wild like that, bitch Fuck this bus driver, I'll do him downright tragic Wait 'til he's lettin' off his kids, put out his lil' 'Bus Stop' sign and drive right past him! It's Nu Jerooz and them Gooonies, my crew recruited him We suited and booted and shoot through him He knew we hooligans Pop! And since you motherfuckin' hate midgets, it's two to shoot at him Leg shot, baow baow! "I don't like the look-" I Oompa-Loompa'd him! Jersey! [Round 1: Arsonal] I said once again I'm here, I'm in another nigga's space I'm on another nigga's stage (Up in another niggas face!) (*chk-chk*) Bigga 9! I sit down at ya table durin' dinner time While your mother say her grace, I introduce her to this dick of mine! I hit his spine Oh, now, his life racin' to the finish line Ambulance nowhere near - the paramedics is on nigga time! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! It's gon' be every line Ya gun go baow! baow! - mine make a different chime It only shoot Hollows, so when it fire it go, "Dininon!" Dininon! Dininon! Dininon! I use that old .40 until it's empty - then a 9! While you was gettin' jumped in a gang at age 25, tryin' to learn how to rob a nigga I was teachin' my daughter her ABCs and how to count I'm just bein' honest wit'cha You lettin' ya homies peace ya son like he's Piru He a toddler, nigga I should adopt the nigga to hurt ya heart just for bein' a better father figure! See, my young niggas, they look at me and call me an old-head 'cause I'm past 29 Well, I'm thanking God 'Cause all my other friends who turnin' 30 now, they ain't alive Nigga, depression always dimmin' your lights, give you that tinted vibe The emptiness in ya body, that's a feelin' you can't describe! What you know about lurkin' in Excursions, foreign car swervin'? You say some shit out loud in English, but the car talk back German Oh, you still learnin' I was in them Newark streets, purging, purging, purging I'll let three clap at ya dinner table like, "Sherman! Sherman! Sherman!" Oh, yeah! Ya bitch, I caught, right? Her boyfriend? Dork type I'mma turn the middle of London into a Newark night Me and ya shorty, chemistry bustin' (bussin'), it wasn't forced like We just started building out of nowhere: Fortnite! See, look, I'm in your doorway like, "Hey, bitch, I'm talkin' to ya mother." I ain't even after you, Twork: the target is your brother I see him drivin' down the driveway, but the shotgun in my pants got my limpin' like one of my legs was longer than the other! Oh, I start chasin' him He runnin', I'm walkin', I'mma Jason him Pull the mask down, soon as he trip, I'm Crystal Lake-ing him Catch the body in London, travel back to the States with him Ain't no more Twork: now they got belly dancers replacing him! Oh, hold up, I'm in a demonic state Let's play hide-and-seek now, I ain't tryin' to wait I preheat the oven to 400 degrees, tell your son that's his hiding place I'ma bake his lil' ass, then use his fingers for the candles in his father cake Then artificially inseminate dog semen in his mommy while she ovulate Oh I'm watchin' her, I'm keepin' eye contact, while I'm fockin' her Nasty bitch - (*ptoo*) I spit in that hoe mouth while I'm on top of her I stick my whole fist in her ass while I'm massaging her And punch you in your face, motherfucka, to make you popular! That's how you get shit-faced without havin' to drink Disrespect is how you win battles without havin' to think Nigga, these bullets is up for grabs for anybody: that's an Eli throw Pull a knee hi-low, I don't need you in my B.I. bro Spin the block again, me I go I ain't out the window- What you said? Bro, don't talk while I'm rappin' - they see the way You don't want this to be a reenactment of you versus DNA! DON'T! FUCKIN'! PLAY! WITH! ME! NIGGA! Rookie mistake! Don't do it again! Pull a knee hi-low, I don't need you in my B.I. bro Spin the block again, me I go I ain't out the window I'm on top of the car, stuck in the shootin' position, lookin' like a G.I. Joe! This nigga choke every battle Y'all brought him to London and got his stock tweekin'? But when NuBorn do it, y'all not lenient Why y'all bring him!? He Freddy Krueger You think he a killer - stop dreamin'! But you gave him that role, so don't be surprised if he Rob England (Englund)! I'm not sayin' it again, I'm Glock-squeezin' Close-range, ya top leakin' Call it Ella Mai: this London ratchet I got singin' Blow your brains out in front of Hollow and John, the .9 tweekin' You can spill ya thoughts in front of both of Da Dons, it's a mob meetin' You cannot stroll through my hood, you get no stamps and passes When I think of Twork with hands on the metal, don't that sound to you like pole dancing classes? So I pop a band, now it's rainin' on a stripper I propose a toast Give him three shots to the head and tell him, "Blame it on the liquor" I'm cocky as Ali, but I'm dangerous as a Hitler I'ma keep beatin' ya bitch box until you say you get the picture Long stick, one button: I'mma spray you with the Swiffer I leave bodies on top of bodies: who tryin' to play a game of Twister? Nigga, I'll know ya head off of yo' shoulders and keep ya necklace You better stand ya ground, registered gun, I'm peace (piece) protectin' And I ain't even gotta scratch off the number, or be so reckless I just show the serial (cereal) in yo' mouth, like "Eat yo' breakfast" You gangsta? You dangerous? Ya pistol's spittin' WHERE!? You like a frog tryin' to catch a fly! You be lickin' in the air! I think this shit work wrong 'Cause this is what happen every time I say, "Siri, play me a Twork song" {Arsonal plays a twerking song from his phone into his microphone} My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic (And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars'" in it) [Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] I took heed to self They said, "After that last Summer Madness, Twork need to redeem himself." I could've threw DNA in the back of the car, set it on fire, watch him scream for help Fuck a battle... Cook E (cookie) in the trunk: Keebler Elf That's what I shoulda did And y'all thought I was gonna come to London and not be as good as him? I started to show up with white picket signs: I took offense (a fence) This ain't really as urgent, and then your bitch ass got on blogs talkin' 'bout I really didn't deserve this See, one thing I can't do is stand bull (Istanbul): city in Turkey He nervous, I clap this person, MACs is burstin' 30 in it, stuff the bird: taxidermy Wrong stock, clap him right between his eyes, the chrome pop And if I hit you square in the middle, just Don't Flop I plot cause I ain't wit' the chit chat king Ain't nobody out in London with this heavy shit I bring No jokin' - (*chk-chk*) This a big man ting! He real hopeless I thought about lettin' him live, I feel fo' him Cigarettes in London, I picked (pic'ed) you outside the box and still smoked him I'm real potent, that's actually felt Gs Chest shot - (*gasps*) - he gaspin' for self - (*gasps*) - askin' for help, "please" Dome shot, take the locks off this pussy like a chastity belt key The burners will bark, funeral arrangements I tell ya mother, this murder will cost It'll be a Total Slaughter, (*chk-chk*) and one button (Budden) can determine a loss But he ain't worried at all With all his experience, he know he'll win You battled Tech 9, Hollow, Loaded, Clips, Shotty (*chk-chk*) You 'bout to do it all over again! Chrome his chin, he talk crazy, you get the Ruger to ya teeth! Pistol-whip, butt in ya mouth: Human Centipede! I use a lemon squeeze You better watch whatever you say You don't want these niggas to be your pallbearers? Well, let's not get too carried away I carry a blade, rusty bar of the joint, dinero top it Canadian .4's old-fashioned: Aeropostale Nah, two scopes, I'm wearin' goggles Games? You don't wanna play those (Plato): Aristotle! I'm very modest, but if I gotta pull a chrome from the shelf Bullet wounds gon' be givin' Ars' a cyst (narcissist): he can't even get over his self Jersey [Round 2: Arsonal] Y'all wanna know why this new age battle rap culture is kinda scary? 'Cause I remember when it was no talkin' involved Just always on sight like Tom & Jerry But now these new niggas is actin' like bitches: y'all Tyler Perry But me, I'm 1 of 1, a unicorn, nigga stop tryin' to compare me Now the polls had me losin' 3-0, all I could do is take it and laugh Who got they money on Twork? (*A good amount of people cheer, a few even raise their hands*) Yeah, you look like you spend money trickin' on bitches shakin' they ass! But no time for jokes, I ain't got a second to be makin' 'em laugh You're the king of where? What you think, they just erasin' my past? Nigga, I'mma do you the worst way Nigga, who you in the first place? I wouldn't fell your presence in my presence with a present on my birthday You talkin' 'bout a win? Nigga, you couldn't even make it home from third base You wouldn't even tie with me after buttoning your shirt straight What venue did you ever pack out, nigga? What major card was you the main event? How many battles did you have in them barbershops when we wasn't gettin' paid for shit? How many stamps do you have in your passport? What country was your favorite trip? How many times you been in south London with these real niggas blazin' spliffs!? You only good in yo' hood, I'm solidified on every block How many blunts you smoke with Snoop Dogg!? How many songs you got with Fetty Wap!? How many B.E.T. Hip-Hop Awards stages have you ever rocked!? Nigga, name a TV or a reality show you appeared on that we ever watched! Wild N' Out, The Rap Game - Total Slaughter was my favorite, though Truth be told, I just shut down Love & Hip Hop Miami a few days ago I'm better than you in, ahhh, eight ways They can only watch you on YouTube The movie Bodied been in the theaters for the last eight days So let's talk accolades This last past year, yeah, you had Smack amazed While I had both hands on ya bitch cheeks: Macaulay Culkin with the aftershave! Classics made! While niggas catchin' fades, I'm lettin' ratchets wave And I got a gun dirtier than Meek Mill in his battle days, when he had the braids! (That's dirty, that's real dirty Meek was real dirty back then Shout out to you, Meek!) You a make-believer What, you think you hot 'cause you played in a few celebrity basketball games with some other niggas that ain't gon' make it neither? I watched ya game tapes I seen battle after battle in the same state You keep a small circle and watch niggas struggle drawin' the same shape Well, you Nu Jerooz, I'm Old Jerooz The older school, I molded you I taught you the game of chess, I showed you how the king's supposed to move They said they want that old Ars' back! I let you stay close to my side, meanin' I holstered you I encouraged you to get up and change, but I still handed the remote to you You had options, I'm showin' you pure love Your family show you poor love That's why I'm talkin' to you like I'm whippin' yo' ass - somethin' yo' daddy should've did more of! {Arsonal takes out a belt} I'm strapped in! I'll clap you in a coma! Madness! I could snap at any moment! You did the salsa, tango and the quiñceanera! That shit was clever Big Beretta, prints (Prince) all over the bitch: Cinderella! WHAT!? GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! I'M BACK, NIGGA! {Crowd starts chanting 2-0} Out the pocket, cock it and send a Rocket: Clint Capela BAOW! That's for actin' in London, nigga: Idris Elba! I'm here to snatch every bit of confidence from your conscience Since you tried to convince the world of your accomplishments, I'm yo' consequence You lack common sense Your lack of a common sense and incompetence Fuck Mount Rushmore, battle rap ain't gon' use you for no monuments 'Cause poor preparation prevents you from being prosperous We all got tested, none of my niggas positive We opposite, rifle scope aim where my op'll sit (opposite) The type of surgery that you gon' need gon' make the doctor quit I said I want all the pressure They tellin' me "Wrap it up", he mad, he scared, whatever I want all the pressure, I tried to show Buddy Love but had to palm the Heckler The gun jam, that's what got Sherman Klump like the Large Professor Long Beretta, ambulance come and get him, I walk along the stretcher With something that'll knock down the building you live in, I'm into architecture Knock, knock (Who's there?) A lit Crip from an op' block! I'mma call the Locs We want all the smoke: this a hot box Surf couldn't be here to errrrt! through your door, think you a hotshot Til I'm in your living room like- He like, "How?" He forgot JC pop locks! [Smack calls time] I made this shit happen to show y'all who the king is And just to brag, Smith n' blast Tonight, you gon' die slow for livin' fast I cut his tongue out, give it to your son on Christmas: he got the gift of gab Rex adlib- [Smack calls time again] No! No! No! He got the gift of gab- NOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! {Crowd starts chanting 2-0 again} [Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] I'M STRAPPED IN! I'LL CLAP YOU IN A COMA! MADNESS! I COULD SNAP AT ANY MOMENT! This on everything... I'm 'bout to crush Ars': Harry Kane! [Twork unzips his jacket to show a Tottenham Spurs/AIA shirt. The crowd starts booing.] [Twork gets his mic fixed] In this battle, I'm the prince to the kingdom, I let it heir (air) the the throne AK-47, I lift and I squeeze one We already established you don't know what a Shotgun is So I doubt you know a fif' if you've seen one But you said you was in the movie Bodied? You know Eminem, right? (*chk-chk*) This a Machine Gun! Mean one, fiend dump, I'm holdin' the Tommy Gun butt, leave ya head shaped so fuckin' oddly God speed, you gettin' pistol whipped, jumped and beat to a pulp if we mobbin' I'll send him to the hospital lookin' like The Riddler And they gon' question marks all over his body! I'm wonky, and I used to trap coke off the Peter Pan Pots and pans, I use to go whip white with either hand Back then, I always knew I would grow up and be the man And I did those predictions in the kitchen: Tanika Tan! The heat'll blam, he panic now This for the whole state of Jersey and the Town You don't rest your head where you from, nigga You livin' safe up in Orlando now Just don't run when I make my way to Florida... (*chk-chk*) Stand ya ground! Hammer, baow! I don't often speak Another dead veteran Crip, he went off to sea (C) They said six seasons, and then the casket (cast get) drop: Dawson's Creek I walk the streets with all gangstas Went to ya hood, got the info, long pages But why get dirt on him, when I can literally get dirt on him? (*chk-chk*) .44 Bulldog on me, the bark dangerous! That's not an excuse! I really did do my homework...but the dog ate it! (*Somebody lets a smoke machine go off in this crowd*) Aw gracious, I'm 'bout to let the lead up out this shit! Give his head a hollow tip We throwin' shots? Scary Movie, I'll throw the sub back: "I said a dollar, bitch!" No tolerance, I'll lose tonight, then I'm coming to bomb it I'm talkin' Gerard Butler: London Has Fallen One in his noggin! Since your shit is real, your shit is raw, your shit is soft, nigga You can't spell "marshmallows" without puttin' that 'Ars' in it You can't spell..."caterpillars" without puttin' that 'Ars' in it You can't spell "tears" without puttin' that- Fraud nigga! Long Smith n', red dot on him (*chk-chk*) Baow! Baow! Lead poppin' him! Put him in a wheelchair...he'll never Hulk-a-mania leg-drop AGAIN! {Someone lets off a smoke maker in the crowd} [Smack] No more smoke, PLEASE! Stop that! Stop that! I don't know who authorized that. Don't do that again, please! Y'heard!? [Twork] I'm watchin' them, runnin' the shit in, get all the stuff I even hit the family jewels: see, what I'm kickin' is nuts! Is you givin' it up or I'm torchin' the chrome? And that was your wife jewelry, it's unfortunate, holmes You outta options Harry Potter: you either give me another source or a (Sorcerer) stone A .4 to his dome, nah, spine shot He can only move from his neck to his waist We both from the Garden, right? But now you really in a vegetable state A TEC to his face or the pocket rocket, the sly joint A 2K with the sliders up, the high point You 'bout to die boy, I catch you on your bus route Play wit' me, I spray the piece Come to your job, and throw you under the bus You gon' take the heat Jersey [Round 3: Arsonal] It's Arsonal versus...I don't even feel comfortable sayin' ya name like that How many of y'all seen him shoot a gun? So who really knows (nose) if he let it ring like that? How you the king? You just popped up on the scene like that You throwin' darts with Owen Hart: you gon' die enterin' the ring like that Step into the ring wit' me, niggas got killed for it Treat him like little boys, niggas ain't built for it Level that I'm on, nigga? You gon' need stilts for it You don't need insurance to get this work, you'll get billed for it I've been around, homicides Real niggas, Amistad, field niggas, traumatized Put tears in ya mama eyes Yo' bitch get sodomized, XL condom size Broadcast ya murder live on YouTube and monetize Pull me up, ayo Twizz, scope won't let Darrell miss I feed him a slug and know he allergic to shellfish I need this body all to the neck, you know I'm selfish A bunch of different shit in my bag: oh, this some trail mix Big guns, rail get, Draco, drill shit I swing my arm, then shoot it: got me lookin' like I'm Elvis! He bleedin', but don't see the hole, he lookin' by his pelvis Whole face covered, got me lookin' like a terrorist I'm for real, though Al-Qaeda, Vegas nights, wild snipers You too worried 'bout me instead of buyin' ya child diapers We some real Newark niggas, none of the town like us I'm in wild ciphers, you niggas now sound like us I got money, Twork, I can put a price on yo' head I go to his grave and ask yo' grandfather what it's like to be dead You ask for mild, but these niggas gave you spicy instead I'll piss on ya son while he asleep and yo' wifey in bed Then we gon' gang-bang that bitch Two-deep, me and my manager What other kind of meat do she like? We finna sandwich her Pornhub or XNXX under "Amateur" You Mike Vick: homie got a gun, but he a scrambler Told niggas I fold niggas, young niggas, old niggas Disrespect bitches: I cut the 'fro off a soul sister Troll niggas, act all stupid, I play that role witcha Cold nigga, I'm on yo' heels bring Dr. Scholls witcha None of ya battles went platinum, ya bitch a gold digger Cold stripper, I'm at her job, I make my hoes tip her Next thing you know, your door unlocked, then my zoes get ya Dallas Cowboys stadium: this shit a dome-splitter Martin in that apartment: get to steppin', go home, nigga Ratchet across the hall: soon as you walk out she won't miss ya Your Tommy unemployed, but you claim to be a cold (Cole) nigga Listen, Bruh-Man, you better off bringin' Jerome wit'cha Vio-lence! Shut ya fuckin' mouth, and watch ya tone, nigga Si-lence! Or I'mma let this Dragonfly Jones hit ya! Man, two blades Black light on 'em, it's time to room-raid I'll leave the crime scene nastier than white people Kool-Aid I'll let the knife get in his head and see what he really think Then carve a lil' chunk out the top: (*pop*) now you a piggy bank I'll do the same thang to ya bitch: see what Miss Piggy think He said he had a gun he'd have shoot her, I guess he really ain't When the first time you shot a gun? When the first time you shot a gun? When the first time you shot a gun? When the first time you shot a gun? It don't matter, nigga The first time I ever shot a gun, it was at a nigga! Aim was off, missed every shot, I had to grab the nigga Lost his trust forever: in the back, I had to stab the nigga! You pussy, you know how I can tell? Cause you'll clap a nigga in a coma But you won't ball your fists to fight him if he alive and well Oh yeah, I been Crippin' since Michelangelo, Leonardo and Donatel' Only Ninja Turtle I ain't fuck wit' was Raphael! I like rookies like you who think they vets, I love those Snub-nose, no more Twork (twerk) left like the club close I like bitches with baby fathers like you, I love those Nut on a bitch back and wipe it off with ya son clothes Cum-loads! Creampie parties in her bunghole! Two sticks beatin' her at once: she a drum-roll! Yo, I'm good, bro You ain't been the same since ya Suge loss I don't just tap niggas pockets, I snatch niggas hoods off! [Arsonal tries to take down Twork's hoodie but gets pulled away by his team] My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic! You can't spell "bars" without puttin' that 'Ars' in it! Time, nigga! 3-0! You done! You done! King of Jersey! {Crowd starts chanting 3-0}
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