Arsonal vs Daylyt

[Verse 1: Daylyt] 50k… that's officially my price now yeah For those who know me check my pass roll You will see that I'm the shit, asshole It's an afro; nigga I'm nice 'round here Or I could just put the fist to the side of his head, Black Power! Or I could give MLK's headshot sleek Let's see who got the better dream Check my pass roll, you will see that I'm so warm It's Mr. Hankey in a snow storm; this gone be the coldest shit you ever seen I mean remember when I was to the side; Debo He know my energy sub-zero and that's why I'm cold-hearted They got me here for one reason To kill all these whack niggas, look at all these Jack Thrillers It was over for them before the show started But this is when I make you look like the feather Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait… that's called Quill, nigga When I go rage niggas cry on stage, that's cause I'm ill, nigga I had screws loose since I was a baby These kids better know the drill nigga You seem frightened Like Teen Titan, I've been robbing since a little nigga That's real nigga, you better have them pockets assured Or I get to score candy bars you can't cop at the store I'm cocking the four If he fuck with me, it's Three's Company; I'll have two bitches come and knock at your door [Verse 1: Arsonal] Your bitch love me She been reaching out trying to let my dick drill her Her weave ratchet but her bun be on point; that bitch triller Pistol on the car dash she in I let Kim kill her While this gaylord watching me fuck her; you Ben Stiller You trying to win this battle with intellect? What about those who don't catch it? They can't intercept I become the bigger threat In these streets I'm leant like the Cuban around Jigga' neck I always got some iron in my jeans, I keep my denims pressed Keep plenty heat Stick a knife through any beef before my dinner bless I swiss beats, did a bid for some dope, floating up shit's creek But I'm home now, no longer am I state property; Chris Neef First nigga think shit sweet before that shit steep Three niggas stomp him with both shoes Alive we bury Day six feet How you real? Why cause a face tat Got a new deal? Hollow get Lux I get stuck with the weirdo nigga from Dru Hill? You ain't got Ars' cause you nice and got Mook's skill You got Ars' cause you lowered your price Nigga, how the truth feel? We both locing, blue steel Get his big body a coupe feel Chop this nigga down a size, he'll get his roof peeled I keep live bands, give you that R.O.O.T.S. feel This like being on Death Row with no limits He done signed one of Snoop' deals! My bars crazy I don't need sign language to let my hands speak I throw wild punches in a circular motion like I was Zangief You rap on instrumentals, I saran beats Whatever they want I got If I don't got it, I go get it; I'm Hustle Man Chief Nexus death or the same vehicle as Professor X Have my young niggas draw on you; call that a Etch-a-Sketch Heaven's how high? Ask Red and Meth You a gigantic asshole, nigga; a rectum stretched