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[round 1: hollow da don]
i hate being predictable
when people know what i’m ’bout to say
so f-ck it, let’s get the underarm jokes out the way
the way he was sweatin’ rivers
it’s like he had canoein’ on his mind
like it was playoff time, clock 0.9, and ewing’s at the line
at his last battle all the b-tches was like, “look at goodz!”
‘cause unlike brad, them pits (pitt) wasn’t lookin’ good
then i heard goodz got a gun connect
he gave him the chrome credit
goodz said, “thanks for the arms!”
dude said, “don’t sweat it!”
then he won a stack from rich dolarz
but he was still stressin’ rhymes
him and lux jerked mook, but he swear he had the better lines
he like, “i beat rich fair and square
i swear that cheddar’s mine!”
now he think he gettin’ close to the god
just cause he get his bread and wine/whine
set the date and set the time, i separate his head and spine
levitate, let him fly, leatherface… nevermind
i got some other sh-t set aside, who think goodz is tough?
good, ‘cause i’ma show you goodz ain’t good enough
i’ll wait for him to get a deal, run up on his white hummer
give him five like the jackson’s
and leave him on the will like mike’s mother
even he said: “don’t f-ck with hollow, he’s a pipe buster!
he’ll be the first to let it fly,” you right/wright, brother
i’ll leave him baffled and shocked, i throw tantrums a lot
that pipe with me, rice crispies; i snap, crack you and pop
black mac stashed and a glock, never mind
let’s talk about how he stare at the crowd for reactions
like they ain’t get the rhyme
i mean, what you say is g-y, ‘cause you pause after every line
then he said conceited is sick with that house in virginia
why you talkin’ so malice?
like we don’t know about your apartment in dallas
he the overprotective type
he lookin’ for a b-tch to spend the rest of his life with
i’m lookin’ for a b-tch to spend the rest of the night with
your wife, sh-t, we play good cop, bad cop with that trife b-tch ‘cause you hand-cuffed her and i gave her the night stick
i mean, i didn’t wanna hit his bride
but it was wetter than a slip’n slide, and i just slipped inside
now, why you say you battled c-ssidy
but he never say the outcome?
we know c-ss got a deal, he got left without one
hooked up with swizz in early 2000
and that’s when he got with c-ss and then dropped your -ss
d-mn, we thought he did mashonda bad
but it’s on to the next one, on to the next one
so i’m on to the next one; i can’t forget that ho rex
that rap like he got mo’ checks, but last time i seen him he had a boost phone that’s so old it don’t text
and he rap about g5’s, but when he battled okwerdz and had to go west, no jets, but they coach rex
and goodz gon’ play mark sanchez and start jettin’, fam
‘cause i’ma come with that cal to see him (coliseum)
and make sure the metal land (meadowland)
now, i know that last bar wasn’t like super duper duper cold
but it is if you compare to i’m a giant and need a super bowl
lom, you snow dattttt!

[round 1: goodz]
this is exactly what i mean, n-gga
matter fact i can’t say that about hollow
he one of them extra baggy jean n-ggas
last battle i was sweatin’ crazy, respect, i’m hood
but that was a $300 shirt
that burberry made that sweat look good
now, hollow can spit, but let’s make it clear though
besides the fact that hollow can spit
he’s a motherf-ckin’ weirdo
i deal with o’s, i deal with pounds
i deal with bricks with some to share though
it’s absurd the way i get rid of them birds
i’m a motherf-ckin’ scarecrow
this b-tch had the nerve to ask me was i prepared though
i said, “b-tch, i be k!llin’ these n-ggas drunk!
you think i really care, ho?!”
truthfully i don’t even think that this is fair though
to put a n-gga that got so much style
against a n-gga that’ll wear those
it’s nothin’ you could do with me, hollow
if you called a u-haul you ain’t movin’ me, hollow
used to think you was nice, but now you be losin’ me, hollow
how you gon’ pull and shoot at bullet-proof?
to k!ll me y’all gon’ need a few of these hollow’s
i take uzi’s and make movies for the best actor
call my gun nem, you see that dot? i x factors
all these battle n-ggas wanted to battle who the best rapper
i don’t give a f-ck, long as them rounds is done
i get that check after
but you lost to arsonal, cleary, no debatin’!
in my five battles if a n-gga say i lost cleary, you know he hatin’
but hollow don’t grip tools, we know he -ss
i really played the block, skipped school, wouldn’t go to cl-ss
i always had street smarts, never ran on n-ggas
so i ain’t have to know math to put hands on n-ggas
disrespect and shatter ’em
had to sh-t conceited out just so rex could battle him
now in the streets i’ma k!ll you
‘cause the street peoples knows
i’m what you put your money on, but you the stripper
‘cause you might only beat me on the poles (polls)
ask heez, he shoot the shotty, i move the oxy’s
but he is losing sloppy, wish he could disappear
i said, “yeah, can chew him properly.”
this ain’t a battle, this a wake, y’all just here to view the body
i done diffused a lot of plans
if y’all n-ggas heard one of hollow da don’s songs
it’ll be like when ac’s first came out
‘cause you’ll lose a lot of fans
that’s why i’m sleepin’ on hollow, a lot of snoring
that sh-t you do, i mean, it used to be cool, but now it’s boring
i’ma need a freak in here with a fat -ss that bleached her hair
hard statements, god patience and jesus’ ears
i’ma need henny, remy, another bottle of henny
and when that’s half past gone
i still won’t be able to listen to them wack–ss songs
now that’s mad wrong, but you don’t just snitch
you test the equipment; you get your lab rat on
y’all could view horror yell
be happy you here to witness this the view slaughter h-ll
i got a prediction for this new sparta, well
my prediction is, you gon’ take so many losses in the ultimate rap league that you are a l (url)
buck 50 cross his face and his skin
if i don’t like him that’s when the trouble wait to begin
suffocate him ’til he die, suffocate him again
they say, “why goodz always drinkin’ while he battle?”
‘cause i’m already celebratin’ my win!

[round 2: hollow da don]
now if i go to my writtens right now i’d definitely murk you
but i’d rather come with fire off the head
mike jack’s pepsi commercial
n-gga talkin’ about hanz like you nice with these
n-ggas call me hands ‘cause they can count on me
this n-gga said my songs is terrible
and he said my beats is trash
they don’t care how i sound on a beat, as long as i beat yo’ -ss
then i heard goodz got bags
i went to the bx to see how much for each pound
they said, “goods, bags…
what you lookin’ for, key food or c-town?”
he send n-ggas for me now, i send n-ggas 6’3″ now
caught him on the rebound
and slammed his -ss without lookin’, like dee brown
his man, charlie clips, did one battle
and he think he’s top three now
how we supposed to believe charlie got clips
when we only seen three rounds?
the sh-t about you that’s hideous
your neck got baby fat and it’s sickenin’
how i’m supposed to believe you spittin’ clips?
quit with all that jibbersish! n-gga, your neck is still ticklish
i mean, that’s where grandma tickle him
make him sandwiches, his breath start smellin’ all pickilish
she feed you ridiculous, so when he talkin’ beef
he ain’t talkin’ bang burners and gang murders
when he talkin’ beef he mean flame burgers and frankfurters
so the day goodz hold a semi
will be the day oprah winfrey host a show for biggie
or suge knight chauffeurs diddy through corbert city
but the day i miss a step, will be the day goodz gets a neck
any day i step on this n-gga’s set
and say, “f-ck what y’all n-ggas rep!”
‘cause if i’m vexed, put him to sleep, drag him on my jet
just to make the picture clear
k!ll him in the air; that’s a high death (hi def)
now let’s look on the bright side, at least he can’t die no more
i heard about you in the interrogation room
when they bodied bol
i wasn’t a hundred percent that goodz dropped a dime before
so i let that thing start ringin’
and if he start singin’, then i’ll be sure (al b. sure)
he screamed on conceited ‘cause he small
got in tech-9 face ‘cause he from out of state
but he battled ice in harlem and gave him a lot of sp-ce
he even laughed at his bars, it was tirin’ and sad
he looked like a jolly-go-lucky son was admirin’ his dad
then he invested in a cd and tried to get cake
rent came and got evicted with his mixtape
should’ve bought a toilet and a ruler
and tried to get your sh-t straight
sh-t face! that purp i need a gallon a jug
or half a gallon goodz will lose a gallon of blood
my n-ggas aim and squeeze when we bust these arms
he tried to reach and was spittin’ out blood
‘cause he brushed me wrong
then i’m gone, then i’m on to the next one, on to the next one aye, goodz, why swizz treat you like a stepson?
always let you hear beats, never let you catch one
you mad ‘cause all my dogs fly, like jetson
and i keep a gun in the crib for if intruders creep
you’ll scream, “who’s there?!”, i shoot, then speak
i could run in your sh-t and c-ck the ruger piece
‘cause you ain’t got no heat in your house, your soup is cheap
and you super cheap, can’t renew your lease
but when you rap, houses are nothin’, you got two or three
truthfully i do it to divide the cake, n-gga, who are you?
a hula hoop, ‘cause havin’ you around’s a waste/waist

[round 2: goodz]
your last battle i was sweatin’ crazy
but i ain’t got no regrets, mayne, check game
i put these bird n-ggas under my wing
right by the sweat stains
grab hollow, throw him in a head lock
while i’m tryin’ to break his neck
he screaming out, “yo, chamberz, help!”
i’m like, “shut up, lil n-gga! take this sweat!”
you’s a d-ck-rider, hollow, no man i see get the steppin’
‘cause it’s clear you joined nyb for protection
i mean, i just don’t get it
you got a name, you spit it like it’s true
you a well-known battler, i mean, you get a lot of views
okay, here’s somethin’ i wanna ask
why would you take a fraction of your career
to do numbers under math?
nyb the heat, hollow lebron, math is wade
it’s still the same theme
‘cause you couldn’t do it by yourself
so you went and got help, but it’s still dwyane wade’s team
don’t get me wrong, y’all, all aight
but just don’t go together, don’t act rowdy
‘cause i ain’t tryin’ to approach you n-ggas to roast you n-ggas
i just might have to coach you n-ggas; i’m pat riley
normally i don’t do this, but i said
“let me watch one of hollow’s battles.”
try to get some life from him
so i put on hollow vers’ okwerdz and started to write for him
now, after the third round i f-ckin’ hated i watched him
‘cause all they was doin’ was yellin’ back and forth
what the f-ck, y’all had a relationship problem?
if he sayin’ he poppin’, he stuntin’
how y’all gon’ put half a gal of goodz
against this n-gga with a weak stomach?
i got a riddle for y’all, if i got two races and he won it
when i slice ya, just think chrysler; buck 50, buck 50, 300
y’all can’t tell me hollow ain’t a dope-head
what y’all think, he be leanin’ off the lean?
no, hollow get his nose fed
he set a scene with promethazine
don’t mean to shock and play you, but how you spit thinkin’ you sick drinkin’ somethin’ that a doctor gave you?
me and my n-ggas play like the doctors play too
‘cause we lay n-ggas down and give ’em shots like they do
your dry thoughts will show in the end
i vaseline all my bullets, make sure they go in his skin
aim low for the shins, he catch darts from that macy gray
four four blocka, it’s like cocoa b-tter
i stretch marks and make ’em fade away
who wanna take his place? y’all rappers play rounds scared
i keep all of them in they place
i’m like the gel your b-tch use; i make ’em lay down here (hair)
i mean, do y’all really listen to the way this n-gga rap?
“i tie you to a chair by your hair and make you disappear—”
hollow, that sh-t is wack
why you rap like you constipated but think you tryna flip out?
but then again i think your raps are constipated
sound like it’s hard to get your sh-t out
my crib got a bar and a big couch
you look like you live with your moms, got kicked out
y’all think hollow the reb-ttal king?
well you in trouble, b-tch, ‘cause i’ma show them
when you got time to think it’s easy to reb-ttal sh-t
now this might be a freestyle to y’all
but while i’m rappin’ all he doin’ is thinkin’ of bars
this is actual fact, no fibbin’ for a gimmick
he gon’ take those same bars
and put ’em in the beginning of his written
so before i let him do everything i just said
for the love of the sport, i got one question for hollow
how the f-ck is it gonna feel to reb-ttal a loss? f-ggot!

[round 3: hollow da don]
did y’all hear goodz writtens?
those were some good writtens, now good riddance
n-gga, them bars was trash
i should reach for the waste and dump
and get rid of all this trash
your garbage -ss belong inside a garbage bag
chop you up, put you in zip locks, and we’ll all be glad
he said i don’t reb-ttal in the middle of the writtens
he said he’ll put me in a headlock
but i got sharpshooters with head shots
bang! bang! bang! craig’s pops
you kinda new, but n-ggas tired of you
what, you a old amateur?
run up on you and yo’ manager
flip; no spatula, or i hammer ya, like the old gallagher
got glocks that slang
so it’s not a game when i said i sold (soul) calibers
how you compare a glock to a dillinger?
a drop to an avenger?
and since i brought that sh-t up
at first i was like, “i’m not gonna battle ya.”
i should’ve did you like a charger and dodged ya
‘cause this challenger is not in my caliber
but then i said f-ck it, and then he turned mad p-ss
he knew he’d get his -ss cooked, you knew it’d be a bad look
i put the pressure on him
like, “do the f-cking battle!”, he was mad shook
he knew i was fire, so i d-mn near had to strike him
just to get a match booked
then he tried to hit me with the sob stories
he said, “you know my boo sue?”, i said, “your boo who?”
he said, “my boo sue, she just got cancer.”
i said, “get over it—boo hoo.”
out of spite, have n-ggas run in the crib, rape his boo boo
the baby cryin’, pistol-whip him, they got a lil boo boo
and i was tight my n-ggas raped your hype
but i ain’t polite, banged her twice
bust a nut up in your pregnant wife
you know just to make sure the baby’s light
he came home, took a shower
smelled somethin’ when his face was wiped
i used your towel for a nut rag, n-gga, them my baby wipes
now he claim he nice and hustle hard like ace hood
co’s invested, dropped it, straight wood
now that label wish they could go to the 1700’s
if they could, and trade goodz
wait, goodz, let’s not get it misconstrued
this ain’t the bx versue qu, this is “unnnhh” versus “ooohhh”
this is “yayyyyy” versus “booooo”
look, look, look, this is hollow dininon
in the spot, queens represent, versus youuuuuu
cool, your b-tch, i supplied her with ten
big d-ck, his b-tch thought i was high off extends
n-gga, that’s for callin’ my boots lugz
that’s a lie, they were timbs
for gamblin’ with his life with one dice he gon die with his man
now, cool, this is the plan: clip him, then start clippin’ his man
grab the 4, go loco (4loko), then get rid of the can
now with the 6 crackin’, goodz gon’ turn true blue
with 5 poppin’ goodz gon’ leak soo woo
now think about them last few bars and let the numbers mix
goodz just got his head cracked; 4, 5, 6
and earlier i ain’t call out clips and rex
for a battle i just felt they crossed a line of disrespect
but i apologize to the fans, ‘cause if i want a battle i ain’t gotta ever ever ever ever gotta call y’all name
ball game! where he at? ball game, n-gga, bx! you snow that!

[round 3: goodz]
wait a minute, his man talkin’ about bqe
he wanna brag on a rack
but no one from new york still wear tags on they hat
you must be dreamin’, who you think you better than?
i saw you smack-boxing with the rookies
now you swingin’ with a veteran
hollow rep lom, and they keepin’ him for president
do y’all know what lom mean? leaning off of medicine
this has got to be the cleanest you have ever been
beasley, why you keep givin’ me these dirty n-ggas?
hold on, smack, pause all the cameras
hollow one of them n-ggas every time you see him they filthy
sh-t, i thought you was an auto mechanic
back-to-back warrin’ with cannons, i got two arm sh-lls
get his b-tch the whole magazine; blu contrel
f-ck this rap sh-t, i’m ridin’, we shoot arms well
n-gga, hollow never roll, he got that new car smell
and we ain’t stoppin’ till the war is done
to beat me y’all gon’ need math, cortez and hollow all in one
i’m hurtin’ him, i start to squirtin’ him
that’s word to my daughter
that slaughter come if i grab that water gun
back to battle i saw what was goin’ wrong
i wanna say sorry to my fans i was gone so f-ckin’ long
but i was thinkin’ of who to battle, thinkin’ of all the stories
knew math and rex ten years each
clips my f-ckin’ brother, the rest of you n-ggas bore me
i thought about battlin’ aye verb
but that n-gga’s so f-ckin’ corny

{fight breaks out and battle over}

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