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[Round 1: Hitman Holla] Let me guess Hollow, my whole act is a front Cause I'm a D2 All American that don't drink liquor or don't smoke blunts My point is he gon try to convince y'all that I'm this hype wanksta But remember, that's what frauds do, they stereotype gangsta's I battled Yung III couple years ago Went back and forth, you know, a debate Some think he won, some think I won Wasn't my best battle but it could go either way But that don't even matter, cause that's my nigga up to this day I'm just preparing y'all for the shit that I'm finna say Hollow beat III at Fight Klub, now even though I think they robbed son I been using you, think stupid, I'm a Hitman I use Hollow's to get the job done But you lost to Arsonal, cleary, no debating If a nigga say I lost to Arsonal (You know he hating) Matter fact I'm the reason why Aye Verb ain't kill him But I had to pay 'em like 3 or 5 But our contract was different between the two of us I told Verb make it a tie, so I can suit him up Dope head crackhead nigga, What? You shooting up? Head in the clouds You ain't doing shit but shooting up, but you got protection now Chopper knock his section down, grab him by his neck and... I'ma save that for the 2nd round If you gon smoke everything you selling than what you stack for? Silly, that's the type of shit you get smacked for I beat him across the head with bottles [?] in everything that's shattered And then ask him "What's that hardcore act for?" Then walk away it ain't shit to leave a square on glass, he a backboard 7 1 minute battles, that make him a vet? He freestyles here and there, what? That make him the best? On the real dude cool, but I don't think he a threat See I got too much of this, he Hollow there ain't enough in his chest I'm at school doing way more than work on the desk What's a crawl to a walk? I'm a whole other step You a junkie that can rap, high off Meth Everybody wondering why you ain't die off yet See I'm cruising through Jersey Shore that's where you find me at Surfing that ocean with a chopper, where the Tsunami at? First of all you like 5'6" nigga, you a tiny cat On my worst day I'm a Bentley and you a Pontiac See you a turtle/snail in a mile race, back to you Hold on... stay in a child's place During beef who'll run? Big clip, toolie gun Don't matter the crowd I shows out like the movie done Let his brains hang a little, you know, sag 'em Pull him by his neck and his feet, you know, drag 'em Chop and say "bag 'em!" Forensics will have to treat his toe like Peyton Manning And Franchise tag 'em All that loud shit I ain't worried about Watch how you carry yourself before they carry you out Y'all probably thinking, "Holla first round retarded" Not at all, I'm just getting started BALL GAME! [Round 1: Hollow Da Don] First of all you came here with a backpack Don't rap shit that niggas actually did niggas that clapped then did actual bids So you can rap what they actually lived Last time I was in the Lou, I showed a nigga what battling is And left his top on Kings Highway But this time half of your ribs is gon be on national bridge So act all tough, I'll have some homies balled up Soon as I park, there's blood everywhere, I'm walnuts Aww fuck, I'm taking him out for the place in the drought Escaping the route, staking him out for the base then I'm out I heard there's 10 bricks in the sofa, it's weight in the house I kick in doors like the Simpsons show and go straight to your couch Wait, now I doubt you go to college and get niggas shot too I mean at the pimp rally he bought the Glock through Extra clip and a lunch box too, cut it out That shoot 'em up bang bang shit, not true Cause all the killers I know went to prison, not school! When I went to the Lou, I noticed I hate your guts, but your pops cool Ock, stop, the heckler and koch pop, make cops stop and the SWAT move No hopscotch but I box you, for them crack packs Before scrap snap I sack that before he can hand off and get half back [?] with a deuce 5, pack that, nigga you really clap that? He tried bucking that so like a trucker hat I snap back He dropped the new single and got all his cash back Cause all you gonna hear is, "He just got his ASCAP" Nigga scratch that, I should've started off this round like "Shhh, quiet down, chill, don't speak They got the dinininon versus what the fuck were you thinking?" I mean and niggas told you I was Almond Joy But you ain't listen to all your boys He won't get the picture til I air 'em out like a Polaroid I'm disrespectful, Christmas time, I stole his toys Moment of silence time I'm making all the noise He scream "We the best," 50 style I show up to where his mom employed Run in the establishment like "This bitch work at Burger King?" That's why you used to wear Corduroys And basketball the only time I thought you was the water boy Til I seen Verb versus Big Will and Verb passed you the water boy Damn that's the swag that got your broad annoyed I mean she hit Joe Clark She should know I do my thing I was Glady's Knight Had her sipping on the night train I brewed her (Brewer) I boozed her (Boozer), you woulda thought the Bulls' playing I mean I ain't know her (Noah) but when that D. Rose she was like Dang! When I swang it's (?) off the frame out in H town Swing and bang Lane to lane from [?] to Bay town, now wait clown If you mention one bar about the lean I sip I'm gonna picture your head as a Styrofoam cup and lean that shit And I be on the island waiting on the go bag And I be like "Fuck it, nigga hold that" Dininon LOM, you already snow dat! [Round 2: Hitman Holla] In your last battle you told a nigga "Unlike Brad his Pitts wasn't looking good" Which leads me to ask, what was you trying to say? Brad's Pitt's be looking good? Pause So that LOM shit, y'all socking y'all selves Cause that just proved L.O.M. stand for Liking Other Males Well you got in Okwerdz face, Passwurdz face And every other GrindTime rapper face You got in Goodz face cause y'all was in state You got in Big T face cause he from out of state Battled in St. Louis and gave Verb a lot of space Disrespect me in New York City, I wish you done try Heard he at the Holiday Inn, I was nearby Caught on the balcony and gave him the star eye Pushed him off the roof then waived him so he can air dry I'm a boss, you's a runner, so being you ain't fun Hollow He the type to be in a car with his niggas and not hold y'all down There go cops, hold this gun Hollow He get a nigga with NYB, Cortez and Hanz, count hundreds and fiftys And D. Chamberz yell out, "Up count these ones Hollow" So your name ain't really what it means How you "Hollow Da Don" and you the 5th man in charge of your team? I got a question, I'ma ask your people Why I'm supposed to be scared of Hollow? Cause he be on that murdering and torturing nigga shit? What y'all forgot? I'm just as evil, example I'll knock your daughter unconscious I think she prettier when she half dead Then I wake her up just to treat her neck like a crab leg Then kill you while your baby boy sleep Just so he could wake up to his dad dead Now he need a step pops, me, gladly I'll make his bottles Promethazine Sprite He would stunt like his daddy But I ain't know when to torture 'em, I'ma have fun with his death Wait for him to start walking, let 'em chase me, then shake him And watch him tumble down the steps Yes I'll show you what this cat is all about Coming in drugged up will get yo' ass drugged out What, you got protection now? Chopper knock his section down Grab him by his neck and.... Unload that whole second round Like the shit my nigga 0-Red be saying, sike! If the nigga ain't choke so fucking much I probably could tell y'all some shit that 0-Red be saying New York voice, I'll show 'em son See I ran about 5 before you think about throwing 1 You wouldn't almost/might kill I got venom in my veins your heart pump Nyquil I got snipers with the chrome cocked Now the witnesses can't have court...it was a long shot And I put that on 5, you know, where Abe Lincoln at Riding round the city, a couple shots where that Lincoln at Nigga fuck rap, in fact, what you blinking at? Brains in his fitted, I turn his hat to a thinking cap What's big money to small change? Hold on, what I tell your partner? Partido de beisbol Translation (BALL GAME) You already snow dat [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] You talk about me and Verb battle, but what you compensating for? I gave him a lot of space out of state, but now I'm violating yours I said this round I might act like I like his ass Tell 'em "Come on to Paris, invite his ass" To the top, then drop 'em from the Eiffel fast With the speed of a Tyson jab or a motorcycle crash Or a Roman Viking slash, then I figured why I don't like his ass I mean in the Lou they don't like his ass They say Hitman ain't done shit with the thumper "I knew 'em all my life and the only thing that nigga hit is jumpers" I said "Not Hitman, the one that pull lead out the holster." "Man that nigga wouldn't pull hot bread out a toaster That nigga wouldn't pull a bed out a sofa He about as useless as giving CPR with smoker lungs." You're about as useless as a hitch hiker with a broken thumb Ummm... back to the heckler and koch, how you want it? Stock? Toke the 50 to 100 block, drum with the hundred shot Ride round with guns like, I ain't gotta pull a K out for y'all I'm dope boy, when it's time to kill a nigga I let the Trey out the car I said, with me dying fam You got a better chance of letting the fire blam through Iron Man Big T sticking to a diet plan and Luck getting a diaphragm Or Blind Fury passing an eye exam Damn I mean he's hard on a couple of blocks Nigga I'm hard like 6 months in a box No human contact in 6 months, that's a lot A nigga get out, send 'em to Hollow cell Show 'em how the pain really feel Hoop Dreams over, razor blade to his Achilles heel Now I can finish this with the average jail shit and just stab his ass But I grab that water pot, wait til that water hot, then splash his ass! It ain't hard to be a Hitman, y'all remember his 1st round? Well just make sure your heart's numb Dressed in all black, strapped with hollow points and a large gun The reason you need Hollow is your victim might have a vest on when you lodge one So when you think about it I flipped yours cause you need me to get the job done He ain't really a Hitman so I guarantee his job is an odd one But scratch that, I got one I mean I know God said you shouldn't hate another brother But I hate you, you Jimminy Cricket looking motherfucker Look like he bout to "ribbit" in this motherfucka I swear you done did it If the nigga ever decided to a make a Men In Black 4 They could erase the creatures' features and then attach yours I know you like this roasting session, I'm glad But I'm actually mad I'm a psychopath; watch me go from happy to sad See I'm mad cause my nigga dope (?) got 2 joints Hitman clap and get 2 points Play Lebron, I'll have this king dome on Rucker 155 Shooters will have that half city wise, spread that half riverside My nigga you ain't ever shoot the 10 This nigga only shoot at rims when he hoop in gyms I guarantee if I went like this... probably shoot me then But it'd be 6 up in his Cardinal's cap, soon as he saw the gat Heart attack, cardiac, now doc tell his family that Hollow back That they can't get Holla back When I spit they say son (sun) fire, Pontiac I come with all kinds of straps That Glock bussin' He turkey, something I put hot stuff in (stuffing) Take his girl, poke her face, I'm not bluffing Lesson learned; stop cuffing Matter fact you can cuff boo, cause that broad lame Two words after this... Fuck you [Round 3: Hitman Holla] Drizzy Drake my nigga, but I heard he put his bread on Hollow I'm upset now, only words I can say to it is that drop the bets down But I'ma need that Young Money in cash, no checks now If not I cross that border slowly with them Tec rounds These extendos I brought, trust me Toronto ain't seen these many shots since Kobe left town Beasley you help set this up, you paid Him Smack, you got him into this mess, now you save 'em If not I aim for his grill, toothpaste 'em They gon have to stitch him up then shoelace him It's war? We out on the field, my troops chase 'em And put his body under the plane, suitcase 'em Nigga do you not know the type of nigga that you facing? Wait, I heard you was 18 and your curfew is like 7 o'clock How you fetch rocks? His niggas was fighting outside And he'll run to the window yelling "lets watch!" Then went to school bragging on gangsta shit that happened on the next block Nigga you wasn't built to leave out of your house, this a desktop Knock knock (Who is it?) Little Gerald, who? Man where Nigel at? Nigel? At this 2223 Sunnyside Queens? Yeah, cool And this where they told me not to find him at He said "nigga don't be knocking on my door asking me for no... Hitman, is it true? Awww man, I'm your number one fan Why you just ain't say it was you? I remember you told Dolarz this where Richie lay at You told Big T he look like Precious You told Cortez to man up, and I was done when you told Arsonal You told Arsonal a lot of stuff Sorry for the attitude, you know I ain't like that" Hollow and his sister Diamond in the house Make your self at home, I'll be right back I steps in, you know me watching a protect I say "Diamond, whatup!?" she said "Heey" Thinking in my head "oh that hoe next" Where your brother? She said I took about 4 steps Knock on the door and he jumped up, did a slow stretch I brought that machine to his room, no Bow Flex He looked around start shaking and shit I ain't blink on him Knock his galore of his wall, threw his bricks on him Uppercut, jab, jab, caught his bricks on him Then he tried to run, but when these shots hit his back You woulda thought I poured drinks on him We back to the living room I give his sister a playa's rub Took the Tec to her neck and made Diamond strip; Player's Club I was out of breath, I should've kept it the next day Then I got a urge, I took her to where the Mets play Make a long story short, she was shining and I hurt her Here's the riddle go to the baseball field y'all can find Diamond in the dirt That shit you spit, bubblegum, yeah, I'm talking to your mother's son Let him act up, I'll set trip on stage and even throw his brother some And y'all will see Hollow's hollowed like I'm shooting at another gun You ain't the blast shells type, you a fag frail dyke Man you pussy, you walk around with vagisil wipes After his battles, who's 2nd to where he's at? Soon as I let the nigga, New York City was yelling "he's back!" Easy! Snow dat! Get em the fuck outta here! Cowabunga! Them slogans, all lame Anybody can "zip em up!" but can you step in it with a Ball Game BALL GAME! [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] Hitman said he's gonna kill Drake, he better up his security I mean he was willing to bet a Maybach on me But Murphy Lee only had a Mercury Oh it gets worse, Kyjuan only had a Nissan So get your big dog and let him know you fuckin' with a winner I'm glad you know the boy Nelly, now tell em call Kelly cause you stuck in a Dilemma 3rd round this the status, y'all see we both battled, but I'm better at it He's worn out so like a hand me down and I let him have it If shit get tragic, clip the 'matic He'll be the first nigga Rocked like Lenny Kravitz Or get the bigger `matic, click and clack it And let the chopper lift him up like Inspector Gadget Nigga you wouldn't swing a tennis racket Body bag? Last thing you zipped was a leather jacket And the last thing he squeezed was a ketchup packet Now peep what the facts is When Ars said fuck your city I knew it was more than rivalry Especially from your block I seen You had your goons behind you and you said you was gon ride on G I swear I believed in you on honestly So when he put his arm around your neck and spit in your ear I said, "oh, it's time to beef..." Nothing happened now you owe me an apology cause I'm feeling like you lied to me You did the same shit he did against Rex but tried to pull his hoe card So now I'ma pull your card and prove that y'all both frauds I mean Ars is a sometimes gang banger, the worst sort of Crip And you're such a fake Blood that you belong in a horror flick But I mean, he reps "Ball Game!" what the fuck is that? Is there a meaning behind it or do you just like to scream it and rhyme it? Fuck what you believe in, I'm riding back to keeping it violent I raise hell, these clips got demons inside 'em This beef, not Hardee's, this Chopper, not Harley's Long joint, Bob Marley, big shot, Rob' Horry Talk shit I show up on your block shorty, cock 40's Til they air outside like a block party If I decide that I ain't liking 'em Then I'ma place vitamins with percocets and vicodins Put hooks on the wall to hang 'em on my door like the (?) Take 'em apart, his chest open Take out his heart, try to roof his intestines til they swing from the arch So when his moms identifies the body And ask why he ain't got those parts? Then the doctor pass my message, "mam, your son ain't got no heart" I got it locked and have lean on me, Joe Clark I spit on his grandma like "shut up bitch you old fart" This rider bout as dangerous as a go cart Dreams stop, ghosts start, slingshots, no Bart That Wingstop I was so lost I mean what was that bar about? Oh let me guess You ate at the restaurant and thought it out? Good way to force it out Now as y'all can see, this nigga's dumb And it's only so much longer y'all battle rappers could run Y'all know I don't sound like that This nigga actually ended a round like that Nigga rhyming run and done, you'll never get the crowd like that This gullible ass nigga, you snow we don't get down like that I said if Nelly under able to pay me, who run the label? He won't be stable, I spark like jumper cables Doctor put his meat on the table, he rip the dust and the navels He'll survive but his stomach need 100 staples Remember I took you to Trump towers and you got head from the broad? Well I hit it before, she said mine was an AK and if yours was a gun She don't know what it'd be called I could tell from your business moves I get more cheddar than bol In this battle I got more bread than you saw And just to throw it in, my shirts are better than yours Aye, this how I know when it come to rapping he ain't about shit I mean I stood up here and changed into 3 outfits And he ain't freestyle one word about it I mean, nigga you couldn't improvise? Nigga you couldn't memorize? Well this is the Ultimate Rap League, for that you get penalized You don't gang bang fam', you watch Gangland Nigga I supply me some Russians the real hitman to leave your boys in destruction Take you out to Arizona and dress you in football team apparel So when we bury you in that Cardinals It's perfect, it fits Gerald (Fitzgerald) LOM you already snow dattt!
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