Fuck You - Laron

On the real Smack, you finally had the battle in Detroit

Somebody about to get killed Smack

I told niggas they was good if they came through but to keep it real Smack

Only thing I told my goons is don’t kill Smack

See I’m supposed to put them goons around Randy but fuck it Darrell can get it

cuz I know he can’t stand me

I can improvise pull out that swami or I can slam me but this clip is gon' feel

like a hit from Laron Landry

See fuck Darrell because he staging an actor Tsu Surf number 1 in Jersey he

just play as his back up

But either one of them niggas get tough I’mma start waving the clapper,

they think I’m good but I don’t throw bottles

I’m jumpin' in this crowd like I play for the Packers

Aye, where Shotgun Suge at? it’s crazy that he ain’t come with y’all,

cuz every nigga in this crowd was waiting to gun him off

I’ll smack everybody in ya house from yo brother, sister, mother,

dog and the way I keep hittin' his daughter you would think I was his

son-in-law

Bitch nigga, always talkin' like you clap lead, Arsonal Da Rebel one of the

reasons that rap dead

Come to me on some coked-up shit and you’ll get a cracked head, you in Detroit

them Jersey niggas will find you in the trap dead

I hustle every fuckin' day so I can stack bread, you a snitch you probably get

on a case and attach feds

But when that mack spread it’s gon hit back-head and if you don’t die…

you better lay down and act dead

Aye, but I doubt if he survive the poppin' and pointin' cuz after I give him

these shots I’m following up like a doctor’s appointment

So be a good patient and sit still before these clips spill and I can show you

it can get real now thats how a crip feel

And for not taking this battle as a big deal you gon end up battling in the

Proving Grounds against Big Will

You in Detroit you ain’t got protection now chopper knock ya section down grab

him by his neck and drown

Hitman, out here we don’t wait till the 2nd round

Landslide we been in the streets, I know you heard of that. I’m from Brightmoor

where them young niggas will serve you at or i can get my Joy Rd niggas to get

you murdered scrap, trying to get a double cheese burger from the murder mac

My Schoolcraft niggas will catch him at universal, and my Dexter niggas they do

torture before they merk you

And that ain’t even half of the niggas in Detroit that I fuck with in other

words I ain’t one of them niggas to be fucked with

I even got some mexican’s out in southwest that’ll cut shit, and some Vice

lords riddin' that’s Qleen Paper & Luck bitch

So once they black & gold rags wrap they black & crome mags, you a Grap Street

crip right? it’ll crack his whole crab

Hold on, no disrespect to the crips tho I just hate niggas thats fakin' cuz

it’s real crips in the building that’ll give him a violation

Back in the day I heard you was a look out man, now I ain’t sayin' when niggas

put in work you actually looked out man but when it was beef and they grabbed

burners they was like look out man

So do ya job and watch out before I bring Glock’s out, if anybody say one word

they get knocked out

They got me and my nigga Big-T battling crips the URL feel like a league I’m

bout to drop out because the only reason we overseas is cuz Lux & Mook was in a

lock out

I know y’all tired of me speakin' on Lux & Mook, but fuck them fruits

Any battle rapper that purposely puts themselves below them is a dumb ass nigga,

plus them niggas broke I got more money then them bum ass niggas

Last time I saw Lux at a battle he was talkin' lame, bummy as fuck,

smokin' a square, and when he left he caught the train

So I guess everything he say ain’t slick, cuz we was in a whip so the fastest

way to Harlem ain’t the A train bitch

Landslide

All the tough talk save it, cuz that really isn’t you

Me being away from home that’s regular, this shit really isn’t new

You told Math you pops actually kill’d niggas right? so either you dry

snitching on daddy or that really isn’t true and he like Martin & Eddie Murphy

he doing life for a murder that he really didn’t do

Nigga once again I’m here, I’m in another niggas state, on another niggas stage,

up in another niggas face

I went to Canada just to disrespect another niggas race, machette blade across

you rib detach your stomach from your waist

Wait, you told Ill niggas is scared to battle in Detroit because of the murder

rate

This look like we in muthafuckin Detroit and right now I fell like I own the

place

You remind me of the Cowboys quarterback with ya nine cuz you ain’t throwin'

straight and you’d rather run from niggas instead of lettin' bullets fly,

same mistake Tony make

I got all bars, no jokes you gon think this prison after the job done

I sit back and reflect on all the damage that i’ve done

I took tack on a little person Conceited never grew to see 5'1, Calicoe

wouldn’t throw bullet on Madden 12, forth and long outta no shotgun

You, X-Factor and Miles, you dirty muthafuckas, y’all the new Chauncey,

Sheed and Tayshaun don’t get me wrong y’all three of Detroit’s best ever that

niggas is scared to take on

But once my shank drawn, I’ll cut him from ear to ear, get my shave on and

he’ll be Rip Hamilton of the crew, before battle he’ll have to put his fuckin

face on

Nigga, I sit back and observe with a blunt, and some popcorn my niggas O-Red &

Surf got that ruger cocked, my nigga Suge got that Shotgun

We in that 2004 Indiana Pacers state of mind, I’m Ron Artest I got that Glock

drawn, let one of these niggas act up and everybody in the crowed gettin popped

on

I will Shang Tsung this nigga, snatch his soul out his body fast,

you probably mad cuz my bitch body Buffie The Body bad, I’m Rocky fast Jason

hockey mask with a Natzie flag one shot he blast, will probably knock the tumor

outta Monty ass

I came, I saw, I conquered this nigga, I Super Nintendo spread gun Contra’d

this nigga, I even tried Hulkamania leg droppin' this nigga

I told him eight words made Aye Verb

Man I hit em with every shell in my clip then brought another box for this nigga

Now should I put the gloves on and start and start boxin' this nigga,

turn into Mook and put imaginary dots on this nigga, or should I earn my fame

like Maff and just pop on this nigga. Don’t worry Jersey y’all know I got the

drop on this nigga

I dont audition to make bands, I fight I don’t shake hands, talk tough I’ll

break both the lenses in ya Ray Bans, tag my name on your front door leave the

spray can, you come out rowdy you getting stomped with same Jordan’s that nigga

Mike had on in Space Jam

Then I’mma run in ya trap house, snatch the bricks off of the nightstand,

put your mother in the headlock under the left, give that bitch a noogie with

my right hand, then head to ya bedroom where I’m sure to find your hype man,

and knife em on some jail shit i’ll make the shank out of a sprite can

Now respect the Bill Collector cuz I feel that he the next to blow,

nigga sayin' they got the burner, they got the burner out in Mexico,

well Ars he got the burner and the bullets and I’m lettin go, I got on OJ

glove and I got the burner from Plaxico

OJ glove, Plaxico dirty Glock, extended clip stickin out, so that make it a

thirty shot, I show up to ya house, front door, turn the lock, and hit this

nigga with a Mac blacker then the on they buried in Bernie’s box

Now whatever happened to when you see me you robbin' me?

Obviously you ain’t half the man ya mommy tried to be, yo sister right in front

of me, yo auntie on the side of me, I told all those bitches drop low and suck

my balls through these boxer briefs

I’ll put big balls on ya nanny, then shove dick all in ya granny,

mush Toranio all in the face with the discharge from her panties

You ain’t tough muthafucka I been callin' you candy, T-Rex nigga you next,

I been wanting you Randy

I already know how you feel Smack

Why you won’t have the battle in Newark? Cuz everybody gon get killed Smack

You and Beasley fuck around and get pealed back, But I can’t control three

thousand Blood and Grape Street crip niggas with steal Mac’s

Nigga thats real rap

Didn’t y’all just here this muthafucka is this round say he don’t shake hands?

I’ll smack yo bitch ass, then turn around and smack yo bitch ass

We ain’t always gotta talk gangsta about how we let a clip blast,

lets talk about you bitch had gave us head till whiplash

Or, we can talk about how you say you get cash, but you only got them dirty ass

dreadlocks in a rubber band, nigga yo whole life is only worth a couple grand

this is what Wale would look like if Rick Ross ain’t give him another chance

Nigga your flow is as played out as the runnin man, I’ll show up to his house

no mask gun in hand empty bottle in the other actin' like the drunken man

somebody pullin' up I say oh shit thats his man

I coulda let a clip fly but the neighbors woulda seen the barrel sparkin' so I

pistol whip the window broke the glass Darryl Dawkins, jumped in his daughter

in the back seat as I clutch the 4 look at him let the Glock blow touched his

soul looked back I coulda let the fucka' go but fuck the ho, put the car on

cruse control on Tucker Rode and tucked and rolled

But let him owe me and not pay up, I don’t wanna see no new clothes,

I don’t wanna see you shoppin' with no new hoes, you can’t run forever nigga

you still gotta do shows, so he gon end up like Kobe even he change his number

he still can get eight with these two fours

Hold on, I say eight two fours, his number was 8 now it’s 24 however eight is

two fours

What you about 5'9? I don’t even matter he still from Grind Time

I’m crushin' all y’all grapes until y’all fine wine, when I was battling

Shotgun Suge yo bitch ass needed some pom-poms

Tried to walk up on some gangsta shit when he heard me pursuing his name but he

fell back quick when he seen Mo' Dirty doing the same, but we was strapped in

NY with a few of them thangs, ever since Surf been hot you only worth being a

coach pursing the game

I wish Conceited was here to slow that down I said that since Surf been hot you

only worth being a coach put Suh in the game

My hand will cock and he’ll be as worthless as the Lions D line without Vanden

Bosch or Suh in the game

I mean lately niggas been draggin' you through the dirt they got the Rebel

lookin' like a horseshoe in the game

You can snort coke, pop pills, sip lean whatever you off you a crip with

bandanas on your head thats gon get it blew off, I know the lookin like damn

thats too tragic so from here on we just gon call it that blue magic

I already killed Shotgun thats two caskets, Verb & T got y’all other grapes

makin a fruit basket

I swear to God I told Yung Ill that I had a Glock 9, but now I gotta chopper

man when these shots flyin' you’ll be on your block dying and leave you with a

hot spine the bullets so big when I shoot the bitch it can stop time

Aye J-Rosstine, and I’m not lyin', I swear to God when I’m standing with the K

any nigga can get it if they standing in the way I pull out, bang and start

damaging ya face, you a crip I ain’t a blood but just to disrespect you,

read flag in ya face nigga I’m challenging ya play

Landslide

I’m tired of niggas talkin this Grind Time URL shit to me, my one Smack battle

got the most Youtube views in URL history

How is it that I only battled on URL on time, and got a million views in five

months you could do that shit sometimes

Me myself I prefer bars over punchlines, like slugs slide through son spine as

soon as you cross than gun line

Yo punk ass daddy did one crime, one time, now he only get an hour worth of

sunshine, you want yo cornbread lil nigga while he standin' on that lunch line

Now I just caught two bodies and I got off twice

Smack fuck the time clock in none stop I got all night, told you when I catch

him I’mma beat his ass live on sight, video chat make ya mother watch it live

on Skype

You got a Skyper Riffle right? What the fuck is that? I got a Glock but the

gage better, its bigger its made better you think that bitch you pulled on

stage at Summer Madness is hotter then suede leather?

I mean her body was made clever, I forgot he a lame never did he realize that

bitch voice ain’t no higher them Swave Sevah’s

You fuckin' these dirty bitches nigga, I’mma tell ya mama on you,

I’mma visit ya dad in jail and tell him I’mma pull the lama on you

He gon get mad hit the glass look down at his dick and say I shoulda threw a

condom on you, cuz what you shot out and named Toranio grew up to be pussy now

them real niggas is riddin' on you

Grandmama in a wheelchair this where my disrespectful shit need to stop,

cuz I don’t give a fuck if that bitch Pigeon-toed and her knees are knocked

I’mma sit that chair in front of fifty steps and give her thirty seconds to

reach the top

I dont need a watch, I’mma jump in the G ride, light a blunt, bleed the block,

I come back and she ain’t half way up the stairs I’m choking that bitch until

her breathing stops, and I wish yo punk ass daddy was there so he could watch

When the fuck he coming home nigga? You gettin all this battle money when the

hell you bailing dad out?

I know he got a phone nigga, text him tell him he gettin bad mouthed,

tell him on his release date I’mma wait at the gate, slowly pull this flag out

and hit that nigga harder then the nigga that knocked Joey Jihad out

Now, you said you wanted to fight at a Smack event right?

I’m in ya state you say you got the drop on me, I’m all up in ya face so all

you gotta do is pop on me

Math did it to Dose and instantly he got his name up, let Toranio try that with

Darrell I guarantee he don’t have the same luck

Cuz I’mma see it coming looked at my coach he signaled change up so I audible

the formation you know I start to rearrange stuff, I even put a man in motion

so that other nigga can’t rush, then threw a bullet at Cal and since you

playing safety, that means you can’t buss

Now what you kno about 50 big in a shoe box, and shootin at cops like midget

did off that roof top, I’m in too deep aye God pass me the Ooh Wop,

he bout to get Jam master Jay’d, Biggie and 2Pac

Thats two shots, from a new Glock, I knock legs out of tube socks

I swear to God I wish death upon the nigga that got Big-L and Big Proof popped,

rest in peace Poof ock, you ain’t nothin like dude you a animated cartoon like

a version of Boondocks, I run in the dinner one in ya head while you flickin'

through the jukebox

Fuck this battle, fuck this ring i got my gwap right? You think you beatin'

Maff means you made it to the top right? And right in front the camera I got

that inferred spotlight, you think that you beating Maff means you made it to

the top right? Beating Maff gon get you the Harold treatment at the stop light

And all the blogging back and forth and the small talk that’ll get you cut

quicker then playing spades having all hearts

Gun in my stash box its zoom as soon as the car starts, Nigga i ride with that

9 iron but i dont own a golf cart

You got that DNA dirty nigga swag, and everybody knows, you smell me?

I know X-Factor do, he got everybody nose

Y’all niggas been fitly since overalls and a snotty nose, them chucks,

them kicks wouldn’t be fly in a dojo in karate clothes

Now let me ask yo somethin' have you ever been on MTV Hive? Have you every been

on MTV U? Even tho i lost that competition my video in rotation right now on

MTV 2

Do you got 40 Worldstar videos and a iPhone app? No? No? Then you somebody

nobody really knows, Nigga im all the above, i get all of the love,

off my name alone yo bitch wanna suck my balls in the club and I’mma tell you

again I already know how you feel Smack. I know why you won’t have the battle

in Newark Cuz everybody might get killed Smack. You and Beasley fuck around and

get pealed back, But I can’t control three thousand Blood and Grape Street crip

niggas with steal Mac’s. Hater pivot winner travel thats real rap thats why he

still in Detroit, cuz thats where he still at

I just saw you shaking when Trick Trick offended you nigga, but you ain’t peep

on how i control 3,000 muthafuckas cuz im a general nigga

You claim you can beat me, you say words when you play with your pee pee,

you got a brother named Bee Bee and a sister named Gee Gee who’s pussy smells

like seafood and pizza from Cici’s, thats the type of shit he rap about

But ill say some shit like all of your fun can stop today when i cock this K

pop and spray and leave him in a scope like Dr. Dre

Everything he talk about it bore’s me I told y’all I’m a regulator and he can

end up like Nate Dogg if we Warren G

If cash is up i blast the pup you fags is fucked blast and leave nothin but

ashes not Daz Kurupt

In other words, if he snoopin' on my dogs while we all rounded, that only get

him a couple strays and leave yo dogs pounded, you talk about that video you

got? We all clowned it, you put the link up on your twitter thats how we all

found it

I mean I’ve heard of MTV Jams, shit I’ve even heard of MTV 2, but yo shit came

out on MTV U, I mean I’m not even sure if thats somethin' MTV do,

what the fuck you went out and made your own MTV crew? Oh thats why the

callin' it MTV U

But fuck the jokes if its beef i bring a riot through, anybody talkin that dumb

shit then they dying too, I thought Big-T was the only one reppin' the quiet

crew then you battled a nigga named Holla and he silenced you

I mean i say its a difference between metaphors and real rap you one niggas who

ain’t got metaphors or real rap, I’m one of them niggas who throw they

metaphors in a real rap thats why im in the streets with them metal four’s and

i still rap

Why you go down to New Orleans? Did you get a promotion on that bus driver shit?

Or did you just get stuck in New Orleans on some typical bus driver shit?

Well i gotta clip that don’t discriminate it even bus drivers bitch,

so even if you riddin' with shotgun y’all ghost ridin the whip,

toe side to hip so even if he decide to dip i decide to trip and they’ll find

him on the eastside and clipped so if he got the bricks and he don’t bring em

back like they retro the day after they do it he gettin clipped he a metro

Yo bill due kill who don’t even start bro, I’ll catch you on yo block and run

yo pockets like a narko, y’all be dressed in all that fuckin purple but ya skin

the color of charcoal since she love the color purple I’mma beat him I’m Harpo

Be smart bro you niggas shoulda took the way out, he should know he can die now

if i take this K out i said he should know that he can die now if i take this K

out

Aye, he the type of nigga that’ll try to play me and i’ll let the shit play out

then a half an hour later he’ll be tied up in one of they house

That clip hangin' like a fat ass, J-Lo, you never know whats poppin' out of

this toaster, Eggo, when lead flyin' he makin headlines, they know,

drake i said when lead flyin' he makin headlines, they know, they know,

they know, i’ll get this grape popped and capped twisted he a fego,

you already know how i feel Smack you finally had the battle in Detroit ain’t

nobody gettin killed Smack, I told you im a man of my word im real Smack,

did you see i just had Uncle Trick Trick to chill Smack?

After a nigga battle me i make em feel whack cuz its a difference between

metaphors and real rap

Landslide!

You a bitch ass nigga, let me tell you why you a bitch ass nigga,

cuz you think you a heavyweight cuz you just beat a bitch ass nigga

You only Smack new frontman cuz Hitman dissed that nigga, and said fuck URL cuz

Holla ain’t no kiss ass nigga

I’mma break it down right now, this round is so fuckin true, every Smack event

the main event was never fuckin you, I only accepted this battle cuz me, Smack,

Beasley, Chico and Norbs all signed a contract saying im gettin paid off of

every fuckin view true, I know i wasn’t suppose to say that but fuck it not cuz

you deserve it, not cuz you just surfaced, think deep you stupid little

muthafucka its a plot behind my purpose, you ain’t hot you just all know he

gettin gwap behind ya service i was like jackpot as soon as we decided to sign

that dotted line in cursive

Don’t ever question my gangsta nigga im crip what you thought i can’t help that

if im Grape Street crip in New Jersey I’m Grape Street crip in Detroit,

if I’m Grape Street crip in cali I’m Grape Street crip in Detroit,

I’ll come to yo family reunion and all yo folks can get pitched with a fork

But today i got some red rags, i brought some Piru damu’s thats ready to leave

ya blood in a bayou machete line and that’ll be all you get no Ken or just a

hospital bed with a pissy cup beside you hit you with all lefts I swear to God

i’ll put my right hand on the bible

I chalk you out without the blackboard ya life is on fast forward you wanted it

so you got this ass whoopin cuz you asked for it, i’ll slap the shit out of you

with the same intensity as LeBron slappin' somebody shit up against the

backboard

Now you ungreatful muthafucka, you should learn to say thank you Ars for this

million views I’mma earn today, and to show my appreciation here’s some ounces

for you to burn away, I came to Detroit I’m thinkin' thats the type of shit im

expecting for you to turn and say, I’mma turn away, burn a J, and say alright

alright alright muthafucka now you gon learn today

Now you was suppose to wake up this morning brush your teeth and take ya

vitamins, put on your suit & tie and search to see who is hiring

On every job application its a box for occupation yours will read on Loaded’s

dick trying to bring Lux his out of retirement, I dont think thats cool tho,

and i also think you know me and Lux in the league you wouldn’t even make it

to Juco

Remember Ice gave Rex aka Tango some FaceTime with a two blow well I’mma do the

same shit to you bro and broadcast it on Oovoo, no not Oovoo Smack im searchin

for a new show, nigga my spanish fans love you too send this battle to

Telemundo

Make sure they close caption the lyrics cuz I’mma get on the mic Joe Jackson

his parents bury his body snatch out his soul im even toe tagging ya spirit

Now last Smack no joking I fucked you up on some G shit, now I’mma do it again

in yo city and call it the beat yo ass in the D mix, then I’mma break the

alphabet down for you nigga on some street shit, like A, B, i’ll rock yo bitch

boat until she sea/C sick, my D, E, don’t play no efFing, games on some G shit

i’ll rob you while you getting H, I, steal ya J’s on some thief shit,

I let off that K twisting up a L on some sweet shit them think about M’s while

I’m headed back to N, O, on some fuckin Master P shit quick Q, S then Who are

you? A fraud geek walking around with that S on your chest that stand for small

feet

I got big guns choppers on deck with long beats i got cali dro with the real

Calicoe tucked under that long T, So if you even think about a victory or a W

I’mma X you out why? To let them fuckin them Z’s hover you

I’ll put you to sleep nigga my bars really trouble you, and being Ars just for

a day is somethin you’d love to do

That was an alphabetical order slaughter my shooter starvin' they’ll kill your

daughter daughters for a plate of steak and a quart of water, you ol lame ass

nigga Toranio is his name ass nigga type to get a nose ring ass nigga Young

Calicoe defines fake ass nigga type to let Maff touch all on his face ass nigga

I"ll break every bone in yo jaw an make sure you never eat again,

I swear to God im done with the written now I’m just off the top I don’t ever

need a pen, did’t you just die last round now you want yo ass beat again,

you like who, what, where, why you really need a win

You wouldn’t impress me if you had elven kidneys and said to me heaven sent me,

had as much money as Floyd Maywhether and all of Ray J’s seven Bentleys,

these niggas in this crowd would be stupid to bet against me, my bars go way

over most niggas heads it dougie it funny they never get me

You already know how I feel Smack

I finally came to Detroit, Cuz I wasn’t gon get killed Smack

But its a difference between metaphors and real rap, Calicoe you still a little

pup nigga so chill Scrap