B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story

Intro (B.A.R.S. vs. da Hustla)

Cassidy

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[Round 1: Cassidy]

Listen^✦ man, I'm feeling^✦ real upset^✦ today^✦

Cause I heard you paid some niggas^✦ from Grape Street to fuck up our battle yesterday^✦

And that was extra^✦ gay

You took the bitch ass route

Scared^✦ that I was gonna^✦ fly Math out here to knock ya bitch ass out

I bare arms grizzly style, and if I'm hungry^✦ for the chicken^✦

That heat'll spin you around^✦ rotisserie style

You was rich as a child, never^✦ wanted^✦ for shit

And you ain't never^✦ run the strip, you just running^✦ your lips

I know you wish you had a shorter nose

I wish your mom had a miscarriage^✦ and you was born in a toilet^✦ bowl

Or your dad splashed^✦ you right on your mama^✦ face

Cause you like a hermaphrodite,^✦ a dickhead with a Regina^✦ face

The nose, the clit, your mouth is the pussy^✦ hole

So don't get the lips on your pussy^✦ swole playin' that pussy^✦ role

I got bars like phone car reception^✦

But stay strapped^✦ like back packs, gat black, Biggie Smalls complexion^✦

You Ready^✦ To Die? That .38 special^✦ lead like special^✦ ed

It'll teach you retards a lesson^✦

I grip that thing and I'm aiming^✦ in y'all direction^✦

Hit ya abdomen and strangle your man and 'em with your small intestines

I'm what you call a veteran, I'm legendary^✦

And you just a son of a bitch and it's hereditary^✦

If I was Math, you'd be dead already^✦

Your picture on a obituary,^✦ bullet^✦ holes^✦ in your head already^✦

I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga,^✦ dumb nigga^✦

You lost more battles than you won nigga^✦

I ain't never^✦ lost one nigga^✦

You playing Russian^✦ roulette with a fully^✦ loaded^✦ gun nigga^✦

And where the fuck is you from nigga^✦

Iran,^✦ Pakistan or Lebanon?

Never^✦ mind, I don't give a shit you fucking^✦ immigrant^✦

I hope you green card get revoked you fuckin'^✦ degenerate

Explain this shit, you freestyle for free on some beginner shit

With the pen I'm sick, penmanship, I get paid to spit

And you ain't gettin'^✦ paid shit

If you add up all the money^✦ that you made from every^✦ battle that you ever^✦ had

That wouldn't even^✦ be half of what I'm getting^✦ paid for this

You make me sick, your rap style awkward^✦ as hell

You act all wild and rap loud

You think your bars sound hard cause you yell?

And you was in a group called^✦ Krack City^✦

But never^✦ sold no crack in your city,^✦ that's retarded^✦ as hell

Ayo this kid a clown

I want y'all to hear my impersonation^✦ of how corny^✦ this nigga^✦ sound

{Impersonating Dizaster}^✦

I'm authentic, my brain is large, augmented^✦

My car rented,^✦ it's cause your Swisher switching cigar^✦ scented^✦

I'm barbaric with bars but never^✦ bartended

Yo I go hard wit it, spitting^✦ poison,^✦ I'm arsenic

You could get punished^✦ you could get it if you want it

Your stomach I'll carve into^✦ it, then poke it open^✦ and barf in it

I'll cum in your moms box and let my cock spar with it

Put something^✦ hard in it, go hard in it

Then pull out then stick my whole arm in it

Pull out her cervix and then tell her to suck my dick

That's how you really^✦ fuck a bitch

Look at his eyebrows^✦ this nigga^✦ hostile^✦

Like, "Damn that man sound better^✦ than me with my style."

I had to mimic^✦ how your style sound

To prove I can shit on you with any^✦ style

I'm moving^✦ my bows now, I'm the king bow down

And next time you get a cut, make the barber^✦ trim the eyebrows^✦ down

My fans like, "Cass' you the best."

Damn right I was battling before^✦ the cameras and the damn mics

Before^✦ Facebook, before^✦ Twitter and Instagram lights

Worldstar, Vlad, Youtube and all' em damn sites^✦

I ain't battled in 12 years but I'm so damn nice

I hand write raps that's crack Klu Klux Klan white

Yes your ass an A-Rab,^✦ but you not the Taliban type

Cause you ain't never^✦ pop off a chopper^✦ your whole damn life

Plus you an Atheist^✦ who don't believe^✦ that God exist^✦

You went from Allahu^✦ Akbar^✦ to a Scientologist

You a homo,^✦ so I understand^✦ why you switch

Cause Islam^✦ don't accepts faggots that like ridin'^✦ dick

And how you Grape Street, fruit cup?

You wouldn't bust a grape in a food fight

Banana^✦ clips'll crack your coconut

The toast will bust, remove^✦ everything from your shoulders^✦ up

Listen^✦ ya head missin',^✦ the coffin^✦ can't open^✦ up

You chokin'^✦ up like an asthmatic^✦ that smoke too much

Dawg you like a K-9 cop, sniff coke too much

I'm like shootin

Up in a vein and my dick dope as fuck

My bars raw and all of your bars is baking^✦ soda'd^✦ up

Like having^✦ sex with a fractured pelvis^✦ you broke us fuck

You [?] and got no chicken;^✦ veggie store

I have four dollars^✦ and flip that

Bought a soda,^✦ two Dutches, some chips and a Kit Kat

Nah forget^✦ that, I got a quarter mill to kill this cat

Bought an M4, two K's and some Macs all big gats

Then I went to see my connect like, "Where the bricks at?"

He made me spend, I paid for ten, but brought twenty^✦ bricks back

Then I brought my chick back a Khloe and the Fendi^✦

And used^✦ twenty^✦ grand worth of benji^✦ for the gift wrap

Me against^✦ this bitch is a mismatch

Cause every^✦ line I rhyme is a punch

But I could beat him with bitch smacks

[Round 2: Dizaster]

Alright^✦ look man you called^✦ me an immigrant^✦

Pfft you wanna^✦ call me a Arab?^✦

Talk shit about^✦ that, well that’s some shit I do not understand^✦

Hell yeah I’m a immigrant^✦

I’m Palestinian^✦ cause if shit is real (Israel)^✦ I don’t gotta^✦ sling shots

You could get rocked^✦ with these hands

Do you understand?^✦

That you wack and I hate the way that you act

You always^✦ talk shit about^✦ people and reference how they’re gay when they rap

But you’ve been accused of having^✦ AIDS it don’t get gayer than that

You said I’m a atheist^✦ I’m not dawg that's a fucking^✦ lie

It don’t mean I don’t believe^✦ in something^✦ just cause I don’t believe^✦ that there's^✦ an invisible^✦ man that whispers to me in the sky

You might be a little ridiculous,^✦ cause back in the days

Hold on let me tell you a story^✦ from way back

Way back before^✦ Daylyt^✦ got his face tat

When all you had was your fucking^✦ five XL white T’s with your dirty^✦ wave cap

You used^✦ to rap about^✦ how you blaze gats and slang packs until^✦ you caught a case fast

You went to jail then came back

You changed paths you went from sprayin' caps

To Christian^✦ faith raps you're a hypocrite^✦ I hate that

Cause now you back to the same Cass' that gangsta^✦ Cass' that I bang Cass'

Once again^✦ you came back after^✦ Jesus^✦ saved^✦ yo' fake ass

So this ain't even^✦ a welcome^✦ home party^✦ for you

This is technically^✦ like welcoming Ma$e back

Welcome^✦ back, welcome^✦ back, welcome^✦ back, Pastor^✦ Faggot^✦

And now hes back and he's gat holdin'^✦

What a bad omen^✦

He got locked^✦ up and found God and came out as a black Mormon^✦

This motherfucker reminds me of Dragonball

Cause as soon as he got in a cell he started^✦ transformin'^✦

He don’t understand^✦ whats happening here

He likes^✦ to whisper in mans ear

This cat's a fuckin'^✦ bitch when he's performin'^✦

Look how you went like Notorious^✦ BIG how you turned^✦ to Faith

But you ain't never^✦ gon get into^✦ Heaven^✦ with that dirty^✦ face

I'm pretty^✦ sure one of the main requirements to get through the pearly^✦ gates^✦

Is not bragging about^✦ havin^✦ a murder^✦ case

But you forgivin'...you forgiven tho

He's a born again^✦ Christian^✦ virgin^✦

Fuck his image^✦ I guess this fuckin'^✦ image^✦ isn’t workin'^✦

What good is being religious^✦ when you're just a shitty^✦ person?^✦

This fool went on the Breakfast Club and spit some Jesus^✦ raps and nobody^✦ was feelin'^✦ it

Soon as he left the radio^✦ station^✦ Charlemagne was lookin^✦ at the co-host^✦ like, "Damn. What a fuckin^✦ idiot."^✦

What you need to do is stop claiming^✦ you're a killer^✦ when you a Christian^✦ cause it makes^✦ you sound like an idiot^✦

You need to tell these people, who you really^✦ is

That Philly^✦ kid, who got famous^✦ for claimin'^✦ a murder^✦ that he never^✦ really^✦ did

Yeah tell these people all the facts here really^✦

How you ran your mouth and almost^✦ got smacked by Gilly^✦

How your man caught a body^✦ for you

You left him starving and that’s why you can't come back to Philly^✦

Tell these people how you no longer^✦ a Philadelphia^✦ boy

Tell these people how you moved^✦ out and you a New Jersey^✦ resident^✦ boy

Them OG’s on the block are like Japanese chefs

Cause soon as they smell something^✦ fishy^✦

You got cut that’s how people in Philadelphia^✦ roll

What now you got Bloods you payin' to protect you

Cause you ain't nothing^✦ but a clown

What you should do is take that money^✦ and give it to OBH cause they the ones^✦ that held you down

Maybe if you woulda^✦ taken^✦ care of Ab, you wouldn’t have been ran out of your fuckin'^✦ town

Can't come back to his pack in Philly,^✦ cause to be blunt ever^✦ since he got cut, he ain't had the guts to stick around^✦

I spoke to your OG's, Mr. Majors,^✦ AR-AB,^✦ I’ve been talkin^✦ to all of them they told me

All them cats from OBH, you phony^✦

You never^✦ sold drugs, them coke deals are fictional stories

The only^✦ time you push keys is when you use them to lock the door on your homies^✦

How could anyone^✦ call you loyal? Your own block disowned you

Your man caught a body^✦ you were in the crib cryin'

He outside^✦ putting his life and catchin, poppin'^✦ for you

What, What oh that ain't true? That ain't true?

Then why you fuckin^✦ talkin^✦ during^✦ the verse

Why you reacting to it

Cause you know it's true shit

It's fuckin^✦ with you it's fuckin^✦ with your brain

You already^✦ know that’s the type of shit that

Starts fuckin^✦ with your mind starts fuckin^✦ with you insane^✦

Starts poundin' in your cerebellum fuckin^✦ up your membranes

Please, please listen,^✦ cause you know you wasn’t honest^✦

AR-AB^✦ you told him you would ride with him, but you broke the promise

You closed^✦ it I know you closed^✦ it regardless

You a fucked^✦ up manager Cass'

Real managers are supposed^✦ to open^✦ doors for their artists

Well when it was time to pull the fifth out you dropped^✦ your clip

And you dipped^✦ out

You were supposed^✦ to use the chopper^✦ but you like Julia^✦ Roberts

Cause you nothing^✦ but a bitch with a big mouth

He claims he killed^✦ so many^✦ rappers^✦ that he lost count

He has such a large amount^✦ of body^✦ bags that there’s^✦ bodies^✦ he forgot^✦ about^✦

But correct me if I'm wrong Aak

You never^✦ even^✦ caught the body^✦ and the only^✦ body^✦ you’ve ever^✦ talked^✦ about^✦

So since when did claiming^✦ someone^✦ else's^✦ body^✦ count as a body^✦ count?

You don’t bang heavy^✦ metal,^✦ last time you seen a Body^✦ Count on your hands was when Ice T put his first album^✦ out

You ain't a gangster you're a rapper^✦ Cass', fuck you talkin^✦ 'bout?

You was crying like a bitch when shots rung out

Them large cans had you hiding^✦ inside^✦ like Oscar^✦ The Grouch

Ever^✦ since Vlad aired^✦ your dirty^✦ laundry out

We know that you a backstabbing fag that would let his man starve on the couch

And when you was with double R

We never^✦ seen Styles,^✦ Jada,^✦ Sheek with you at yo' show rocking it out

So the shootout^✦ you was involved in

Was the only^✦ time you've ever^✦ had The Lox (locks) in the house

Listen,^✦ cause he wasn’t poppin^✦ in the war when shit popped^✦ off he walked^✦ off

And he blocked^✦ off the entrance door turned^✦ into^✦ Sonic^✦ The Hedgehog and he balled^✦ up on the bedroom floor

Why you actin'^✦ like you the one who popped^✦ his pistol^✦ for?

If everyone^✦ in this room was a mutant^✦ from X-Men, you'd be Mystique

I mean you obviously^✦ that bitch of course

Cause you the only^✦ one in here comfortable^✦ enough with his own skin to walk around^✦ claimin'^✦ a body^✦ that isn’t yours

Fuck what you have to rap about,^✦ that's real shit

[Round 2: Cassidy]

You looking^✦ petrified right now

I can tell its intimidation^✦

I been knew your bitch ass was texting AR

Tryna^✦ find out a whole lot of information^✦

But every^✦ time you rap I hear the crowd whispering

Like I ain't tryna^✦ hear this shit again,^✦ I'm tryna^✦ hear Cass spit again^✦

My women^✦ friend? Bad Boy It's All About^✦ The Benjamins

You bend your men over^✦ then stick it in, bitch you feminine^✦

You think cause you sucka^✦ punch Math, that niggas^✦ fear you?

Didn't you say you sucka^✦ punch Math cause that nigga^✦ dared^✦ you

Well I dare you, I fucking^✦ dare you

I double dare you, I triple dawg dare you

You try it, my dawgs'll air you

Him, him, them and every^✦ nigga^✦ standin' near you

Cause I'll even^✦ hit innocent bystanders

I dare you, I had to repeat^✦ it just to prepare you

To die or be a paraplegic, wheelchair you

Cause when gats clapping^✦ your back cracking, chiropractors

And I know you not 'bout to Showout^✦

Cause I'll get my Hitman^✦ to Holla^✦ at you

(And I'll knock him the fuck out!)

(I'll knock him the fuck out)

You know what's up boy, you know you knocked^✦ out

You do not wanna^✦ box boy

Everybody^✦ know that you a fuck boy

And everybody^✦ know you like to fuck boys, that ain't even^✦ a mystery^✦

I always^✦ got a pretty^✦ bitch with me

My bitch'll be like, "Come and get with me

Pretty^✦ please, I need some dick in me."

I get bad hoes and you get dick in your asshole

You tryna^✦ hide it, you need to come out the closet^✦

No I ain't homophobic, but nigga^✦ I'm gon' expose^✦ it

Stop it, Dizaster^✦ you sweet

When I rap, I rap for the streets

And you...rap^✦ for the suburbs^✦ like this, rapping^✦ too much words

You can't even^✦ rap to the beat

Dawg I've been had plaques on the wall and all you got is plaque on your teeth

If you and me happen^✦ to beef

I'll catch you at the red light

The shotgun,^✦ shotgun^✦ in the passenger seat

You would wet your pants begging for a second chance

I'm blastin' the heat, I don't sympathize

You'll get sent to God, Pimp Your Ride

Give you all red interior^✦

It'll be an exhibit (Xzibit)^✦ of a natural Dizaster^✦ after^✦ they bury^✦ ya

This like a dog fight, but I'm superior^✦

You like a Labrador and I'm more like Pitbull Terrier^✦

A show stopper,^✦ flow hotter^✦ than Nigeria^✦

So chicks like me, wrist icey^✦ like Siberia^✦

I just bought a gold watch, with those rocks

Yellow^✦ like the bumble bee on a Cheerios box

So I wear it everywhere now, cause its exclusive^✦

It look like my watch and Medusa^✦ just had a stare down

So hoes be pulling they underwear down

And start finger^✦ popping^✦ their damn Regina^✦

Then hop on this Anaconda

I put it on my grandmama grave, I'm a grinder

I got insomnia^✦

I don't need no damn pajamas, no sleeping

I'm up early^✦ for the cake, so I'm eatin'^✦

But listen,^✦ what I'm whippin in the kitchen ain't Aunt Jemima^✦

You gotta^✦ have a steady^✦ hand when you blam the Llama^✦

Cause the 5th'll kick and it could sprain your frickin' wrist

The fiends know, I seen more snow than Saint Nicholas

The night before^✦ Christmas, my flip game ridiculous^✦

And I pitched the zips of cocaine^✦ cousin?^✦

Cause a lot of niggas^✦ fuckin^✦ wit Molly,^✦ that bitch promiscuous^✦

I gain support cause I'm a flamin'^✦ torch

Yep I'm heap, but fuck a beat

I don't need no track for my train of thought

For the dollar^✦ signs, I sign my name on the dotted^✦ line

Shit, I'm in my bag, try me, it's colostomy time

You need to transform, Optimus Prime

Cause you ain't got a dime, you still livin^✦ with your pop and your mom

In your room under^✦ the covers on your bed

Tryna^✦ cover^✦ your ear so you won't here your pop poppin'^✦ your mom

I'm the hustla,^✦ you not on your grind

So you couldn't walk in my shoes even^✦ if we wore the same size shoes

I been a fly dude, screw more chicks than niggas^✦ get their whole life

In my first semester in high school

That's why at school I did it big, Humpty^✦ Hump nose

Done lie, in school you got punched and got your lunch stole

I been official,^✦ this nigga^✦ got mental^✦ issues^✦

You must've got dropped^✦ on year head at a couple months old

You've been retarded^✦ since an infant^✦

So I swear I'm about^✦ to air you out like a car tire when the rim bent

You can't front chump

I got so many^✦ punches and bars after^✦ this battle you gon be punch drunk

They put an Arabian^✦ nerd from the Suburbs^✦

Tryna^✦ have a nigga^✦ swag up against^✦ Mr. Cass?

My bars goes over^✦ niggas^✦ heads like a mistletoe

So you can kiss my ass if you think this nigga^✦ sick as Cass

This nigga^✦ trash

And you wanna^✦ know what else rhyme with trash Dizaster?^✦

Ya cab-dispatcher

A swagless rapper^✦

Arabic^✦ bachelor

That fuck with boys on the low like a Catholic pastor^✦

[Round 3: Dizaster]

Your a hell of a fucking^✦ weirdo^✦ bro

You said I got dropped^✦ on my head a couple of months old

No, but you got dropped^✦ on your fucking^✦ head a couple of years ago^✦

It's one thing to be confident^✦

Its another^✦ thing to have blind folded^✦ cockiness

See all you do is be coming^✦ off in blogs and be talking^✦ shit sounding like a retarded^✦ gimp

Coming^✦ off like Erykah^✦ Badu^✦

Cause at one time you use to have Common^✦ Sense

I mean whats wrong with you dawg

Nowadays you like the boy who cried wolf tickets

Tryna^✦ provoke me with false threats

Cause I guess that's what you gotta^✦ do when you have a Napoleon Complex^✦

You ain't a gangsta,^✦ you an actor^✦ performing his role while his on set

Part of this big ass metaphoric context

See you, stop frontin'^✦ like a soldier^✦ and you really^✦ want combat^✦

Before^✦ you get shot and sent home with only^✦ one arm like a former^✦ Vietnam vet

You ain't from the army^✦ you don't pop TECs

That's an invisible^✦ cloak, an image^✦ that's not really^✦ there

You were never^✦ seen in the Philadelphia^✦ projects

Hold on, I sense a force field coming^✦

The same people that said I wouldn't beat you

Are the same people that said Hollow^✦ wouldn't kill Budden^✦

Say you gangsta^✦ then go peel something^✦

AB told me you wasn't on the field four fifths gunnin'^✦

You was clicking both hills running,^✦ you a fucking^✦ oatmeal muffin^✦

You don't hold steal, and even^✦ if you did, you still won't kill nothin'^✦

But blunt trauma^✦ force concussion^✦

Get your whole grill crushed^✦ in

Crawling out of the Oldsmobile^✦ looking^✦ like roadkill

I got no chill button^✦

Cassidy^✦ the hustler back on the block doing phone bill numbers

Carmelo gave him a million^✦ dollars^✦ he fucked^✦ it off

And ended^✦ up broke still and got no deal from it

Always^✦ sitting^✦ talkin'^✦ about^✦ how he chopped^✦ a whole big onion^✦

Running^✦ your mouth about^✦ all these coke deals frontin^✦

What coke deals?

It's like been at the poker^✦ table

Cause I know you're bluffin, but you ain't the player

You the house keeper^✦ when they hear folks cussin'^✦

Cause you already^✦ know that you won't deal nothing^✦

Such a fucking^✦ mark

Tryna^✦ play those type of games^✦

Dawg I'm a fucking^✦ light you up cause my game type insane^✦

With these bars I crafted, it's like a complex^✦ art

My thoughts are graphic^✦

Imagine^✦ a collage^✦ full of visual^✦ bars from Leonardo's hand

Which makes^✦ it harder^✦ to brush me off once I start to draw you this canvas^✦

A blank rap sheet

Full of post-dramatic^✦ flashes^✦ from car crashes^✦

And you might've cruised through a Philly^✦ Freeway^✦

But right now your in Los Angeles and you caught up in traffic^✦

You can't be calling out rappers^✦ like Marshal Mathers^✦

When all you have is nursery^✦ bars

Let me show you what a strong vocab^✦ is

You holographic,^✦ monosyllabic, robotic and bland

Monotone^✦ having^✦ ass, retarded^✦ sub par washed^✦ up mediocre four bar patterns

Brought an armed^✦ body^✦ guard that walked^✦ into^✦ the dress con' with him like Kevin^✦ Costner

Cause that's how much of a fraud his ass is

Yep

He had a Bounty^✦ guard him from getting^✦ washed^✦

That's the reason^✦ you softer^✦ than cotton^✦ fabric^✦ softner

And we ain't cut from the same cloth that Cass is

Yeah I seen you, all up on those blogs with Vlad

Talkin',^✦ runnin'^✦ your mouth with your fucking^✦ bobble head fuckin^✦ Bob Saget^✦ retarded^✦ glasses^✦

His fucking^✦ Bob Saget^✦ fucking^✦ goggle glasses^✦

Running^✦ his mouth like a socially^✦ awkward^✦ ass off brand bubble head looking^✦ retarded^✦ faggot^✦

Lets talk about^✦ how Jim Jones^✦ snapped^✦ on you

And AB had to step in cause you almost^✦ got yo' ass whipped

Or how when you saw the body,^✦ you started^✦ to panic^✦

That's when your boys pulled^✦ your card like magic^✦

Cause you were suppose to aim the thang, but you turned^✦ David^✦ Blaine

Soon as you saw someone^✦ in a box

You completely disappeared from the spot and vanished^✦

Cause that gangsta^✦ role is just an act, you ain't problematic^✦

You just a fake animated character with a real person^✦ riding^✦ on your side like Roger^✦ Rabbit^✦

Yeah you put on some classics, like been on an R Kelly^✦ song and...that's it

Yeah its pretty^✦ cool, alright^✦ but that was hot

But when you go from that to lyin' 'bout been sponsored by a condom^✦ packet^✦

It's safe to say your career's suffered a lot of damage^✦

Especially^✦ when you go from the top hundred charts to the bottom^✦ bracket

And land in the same catalog as Math Hoffa's^✦ garbage^✦ track

That's along^✦ with every^✦ other^✦ lost New York rapper^✦ that ever^✦ put out a song on DatPiff

But his team always^✦ reaching for the highest amount^✦ of green

Look at their long giraffe necks

You went ya whole life talking^✦ about^✦ the gwap and crossing assets^✦

You went ya whole life chasing that chunk of ice

Til you finally^✦ found it and became^✦ your downfall, you are the Titanic^✦

Cause after^✦ you fell off your pendant^✦ got jacked^✦ bitch

You know the pendant^✦ from Jack's bitch

You fucking^✦ wack bitch

It's still 14-19 seconds, why you tryin' to act bitch?

Why you talkin'^✦ through my shit?

[Cassidy]

I ain't talkin',^✦ I'm just...laughin'

[Dizaster]

You said in a blog that you're the one who started^✦ battle rap

And before^✦ that you smoked^✦ a bowl of crack and you dropped^✦ some acid^✦

If you think you started^✦ SMACK, then you a Molly^✦ addict

I don't know what they got you on after^✦ the car crash

But you must've got a doctors pass for popping^✦ Xanax

Who the fuck brought this synthetic hero^✦ in

My bars are like Oxy^✦ tablets

I'll fucking^✦ catch you in the fucking^✦ hood

And pop up with a large tool like a car mechanic^✦

Sparking at random^✦ objects like their target^✦ practice

Fuck around^✦ with that long assault rifle

With the Mag pulled,^✦ folding stock, with the mad grip long

Scope on it, wit the lens on it thicker than my grandma's glasses^✦

{Diz gets time called^✦ on him}

[Round 3: Cassidy]

I'm so official,^✦ I hold the pistol^✦ put my finger^✦ cross the trigger

And pop like father^✦ figures^✦

I ain't trying to hear (hair) nothin'^✦

That metal^✦ start choppin' like barber^✦ scissors

I'll snap and give you head shots like barber^✦ pictures^✦

But not for the gram, the Glock in my hand

I'll put to your head and let that thing cut like barber^✦ clippers

But since the DA be chargin' niggas^✦

You gotta^✦ have the right plan to shorten a niggas^✦ life span

You take a life man, you could get a life man

If a snitch sit right on the stand and be the prosecutor hype man

Lift his right hand and be in there pointin'

But I got bread, I'll put money^✦ on your head like a hair appointment^✦

And nah we not gon call cops, we all pop

Scar shots give you bold spots like near the ointment^✦

Now, who use Head & Shoulders^✦ when their hair dirty?^✦

Alright,^✦ well I'll blow his head off his shoulders,^✦ do this nigga^✦ head dirty^✦

That was a head scheme, some of y'all got it

But them bars when over^✦ some of y'all heads like hair cream

My wife nice, that's dick head mean

I'm not single but can make every^✦ single bitch in here cream

Cause I'm a freak, my wife freaky^✦ too

She my boo we will screw at least two bitches every^✦ week or two

Watch as I keep a few, Ice smoother^✦ the face

So bright It'll make you cover^✦ your face like you playing peek a boo

I got a Hawk and a Eagle too

That's why I let bullets fly and Smoke em on and Poke em on, Pikachu

Only^✦ that person^✦ that deceivable^✦ believe^✦ its true

When you say you clap gats, that's unbelievable^✦

No one believing you, you never^✦ shot shit

I'll pop and make you shit on yourself,^✦ that's why I pop shit

I'm fly no cockpit

I throw birds with no feathers^✦ I cop in the park and counter clock whip

But you ain't never^✦ cop shit

How you got blocks on lock with no keys nigga,^✦ you gon need a locksmith

I'm on some get gwap shit

Your chicken^✦ low man (Lo Mein), doodle I'ma^✦ chew you -no chopsticks

I jot shit on some think out of the box shit

Look I got him shook on some Michael J. Fox shit

You a comedian^✦ actin'^✦ the fool

And was on the Total^✦ Slaughter show tryna^✦ sing on some Jamie Foxx shit

You lost to Daylyt,^✦ got dropped^✦ bitch

And was feeling^✦ bad, really^✦ mad, suicidal

On your Robin^✦ Williams bad, really^✦ sad, about^✦ to kill yourself^✦

Don't know why you didn't

You should've took a dirt nap if you were tired^✦ of livin'^✦

R.I.P

Obviously^✦ you lost hope cause you always^✦ broke but you could die for free

See life come with a price you never^✦ pay

So not committing^✦ suicide^✦ the worst mistake that you ever^✦ made

But now I'm choosing to help

I'm killin'^✦ you in this battle, since you ain't have the bars to do it yourself^✦

How you soft then rapping^✦ hard, stop confusin' yourself^✦

That ain't cool Lush.. why you set this up to get this dude crushed?^✦

My tool bust, yeah I keep the heat

The only^✦ time you squeeze that thing and bust is when you beat your meat

What you tryna^✦ front for, I show up to your front door

Chubby^✦ Jag sent address in his last text

I'll mask up like Daylyt,^✦ broad daylight

With two K's like Kanye's^✦ wife that's Ray J height

Then I'll pop till every^✦ family^✦ member^✦ shot

Infra^✦ dot, shinning red like a break light, but I ain't finna^✦ stop

Car scheme, I take your life with my ice on

It's like I got the high beam head lights on

My wrist glow cause I get do like taekwon

Rap and sell off white

Smoke so much the inside^✦ of my car need fog lights

Clags of smoke coming^✦ out of the gat like exhaust pipe

I'll let the gun shoot and open^✦ up your sun roof

The ratchet drawn you the bastard I'm a blast it on

Then lean you on the side of the road with no hazards on

I'm tryna^✦ re-up when the crack is gone

For them oils I'll ride out, but see keys don't turn Dizaster^✦ on

It's traffic^✦ on the highway^✦ to hell

That's where Dizaster^✦ going

I'm on the road to riches^✦ speeding past, this easy^✦ cash

I'm known for spraying shit up, but I don't graffiti tag

Your Middle Eastern ass should take a laxative^✦ and then eat some glass

I'll eat you up then eat your food with my greedy^✦ ass

See I smashed^✦ Freeway^✦ the free way, I ain't need the cash

I had to do it to Free, but now I don't do it for free

To go through me you gotta^✦ pay, I ain't a easy^✦ pass

You sound wack to me when you rap

{Time gets called^✦ on Cassidy}^✦

Technical Breakdown

8.8

Multisyllabic Rhymes9.5

Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)

Internal Rhymes9.5

Rhymes within a line (data-driven)

Wordplay / Double Entendres7.0

Clever language, metaphors, punchlines

Cadence / Rhythm10.0

Flow variation and timing (data-driven)

Vocabulary Complexity7.0

Range and depth of words used (data-driven)

Delivery / Breath Control8.0

Performance and control

Computed Score8.79

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Critic Analysis

RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™

Cassidy exhibits high-level technical proficiency in multisyllabic rhyming and internal patterns, typical of battle rap's mid-2000s peak, though his reliance on aggressive, shock-value misogyny impacts the nuance of his wordplay.

9.5

Multisyllabic

9.5

Internal Rhymes

Cadence / Flow

Vocabulary

Wordplay

Delivery

Multisyllabic rhymingInternal rhyme densityComplex phonetic sequencingEnd-rhyme concatenation

Rhyme Architecture: Extremely high density of internal and multisyllabic end rhymes, utilizing complex vowel sounds (-oose/-iss/-e-di-a-ry) that create a percussive, rapid-fire flow.

Verified Doubles & Entendres

"I bare arms grizzly style, and if I'm hungry for the chicken / That heat'll spin you around rotisserie style"

① Literal arms (muscles) and a gun (heat) referencing a grizzly bear's hunting behavior.② A play on 'rotisserie' chicken, where the heat/gun rotates the target just as a chicken rotates on a spit.

"I got bars like phone car reception / But stay strapped like back packs, gat black, Biggie Smalls complexion"

① Cell service bars, meaning he is constantly connected to music/writing.② Prison/street bars (jail time) and a literal reference to the 'Biggie Smalls' (Notorious B.I.G.) aesthetic and dark complexion.

Exceptional rhythmic control and pocket placement

Advanced multisyllabic layering that maintains flow without sacrificing coherent sentences

High-intensity delivery that sustains energy through complex phrasing

Heavy reliance on shock-value imagery over sophisticated metaphorical depth

Vocabularic limitation due to hyper-focus on crude insults

Occasional loss of narrative cohesion due to the rapid-fire succession of disparate punchlines

Intro (B.A.R.S. vs. da Hustla)

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