[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I hate being predictable when people know what I'm bout to say
So f** it, let's get the underarm jokes out the way
The way he was sweating rivers it's like he had canoeing on his mind
Like it was playoff time, clock 0.9 and Ewing's at the line
At his last battle all the b**hes was like "look at Goodz"
Cause unlike Brad, them pits (Pitt) wasn't looking good
Then I heard Goodz got a gun connect, he gave 'em 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 stressing 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 cheddars mine!"
Now he think he getting 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** 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 'em five like the Jackson's
And leave him on the will like Mike's mother
Even he said don't f** 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 gay, cause you pause after every line
Then he said Conceited is sick with that house in Virginia
Why you talking so Malice?
Like we don't know about your apartment in Dallas
He the overprotective type
He looking for a b**h to spend the rest of his life with
I'm lookin' for a b**h to spend the rest of the night with
Your wife, sh** we play good cop, bad cop with that trife b**h 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 And Slide and I just slipped inside
Now why you say you battled Ca**idy, but he never say the outcome
We know Ca** got a deal, he got left without one
Hooked up with Swizz in early 2000
And that's when he got with Ca** and then dropped your a**
Damn, 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 hoe Rex
That rap like he get more checks
But last time I seen him He had a boost phone that's so old that it don't text
And he rap about G5's but when he battled Okwerdz and had to go west
No jet's but they coach Rex
And Goodz gon play Mark Sanchez and start jetting fam'
Cause I'm a 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 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***a
Matter fact I can't say that about Hollow
He one of them extra baggy jean n***as
Last battle I was sweating 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**ing 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**ing scarecrow
This b**h had the nerve to ask me was I prepared though
I said, b**h! I be k**ing these n***as drunk, you think I really care hoe?
Truthfully I don't even think that this is fair though
To put a n***a that got so much style against a n***a that'll wear those
It's nothing you could do with me Hollow
If you called a U-Haul you ain't moving me Hollow
Used to think you was nice, but now you be losing me Hollow
How you gon pull and shoot at bullet proof?
To k** 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***as wanted to battle who the best rapper
I don't give a f**, long as them rounds is done
I get that check after
But you lost to Arsonal, cleary!
No debating!
In my five battles if a n***a say I lost cleary!
You know he hating
But Hollow don't grip tools, we know he a**
I really played the block, skip school, wouldn't go to cla**
I always had street smarts, never ran on n***as
So I ain't have to know Math to put hands on n***as
Disrespect and shatter 'em
Had to sh** Conceited out just so Rex could battle him
Now in the streets I'm a k** 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***as 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 sleeping on Hollow, a lot of snow
That sh** you do, I mean it used to be cool but now it's boring
I'm a need a freak in here with a fat a** that bleached her hair
Hard statements, God patience and Jesus ears
I'm a 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 a** songs
Now that's mad wrong but you don't just snitch
You test the equipment, you get ya lab rat on
Y'all could view horror yell
Be happy you here to witness this the view slaughter hell
I got a prediction for this new Sparta, well
My prediction is, you gon take so many losses in the ultimate rap league
That U R a L
Buck 50 cross his face and his skin
If I don't like him that's when the trouble waiting to begin
Suffocate him til he die, suffocate him again
They say why Goodz always drinking while he battle?
Cause I'm already celebrating 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***a talking 'bout Hanz like you nice with these
n***as call me Hands cause they can count on me
This n***a said my songs is terrible and he said my beats is trash
They don't care how I sound on the beat, as long as I beat yo a**
Then I heard Goodz got bags I went to the BX to see how much for each pound
They said goods, bags, what you looking for Key Food or C-Town?
He send n***as for me now, I send n***as 6'3" now, caught him on the rebound
And slammed his a** without looking like Dee Brown
His man, Charlie Clips, did one battle and he think he's top 3 now
How we supposed to believe Charlie got Clips
When we only seen three rounds?
The sh** about you that's hideous, your neck got baby fat and it's sickening
How I'm supposed to believe you spitting clips?
Quit with all that jibbersish n***a ya neck is still ticklish
I mean that's where grandma tickle him
Make him sandwiches his breath start smelling all pickilish
She feed you ridiculous, so when he talking beef
He ain't talking bangers burners and gang murders
When he talking beef he talking flame burgers and frankfurters
So the day Goodz hold the semi
Will be the day Oprah 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***a's set and say f** what y'all n***as rep
Cause if I'm vexed, put him to sleep drag him on my jet
Just to make the picture clear, put the picture in the air
Make it clear it's a high d**h (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 hundred percent that Goodz dropped a dime before
So I let that thing start ringing and if he start singing
Than 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 space
He even laughed at his bars, it was tiring and sad
He looked like a jolly go lucky son was admiring his dad
Than 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** straight
sh** face, that purp I need a gallon a jug
Or half a gallon Goodz and lose a gallon of blood
My n***as aim and squeeze when we bust these arms
He tried to reach and was spitting 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 a beat, 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 than speak
I could run in your sh** and co*k the ruger piece
Cause you ain't got no heat in your house, your super's cheap
And you super cheap, can't renew your lease
But when you rap houses are nothing you got two or three
Truthfully I do it to, divide the cake, n***a who are you?
A hula hoop cause having you a round's (around's) a waste/waist
[Round 2: Goodz]
Your last battle I was sweating crazy
But I got no regrets mayne, check game
I put these bird n***as under my wing, right by the sweat stains
Grab Hollow throw him in a head lock while I'm trying to break his neck
He like "Yo Chamberz help!" I'm like "Shut up lil n***a, take this sweat!"
You's a dick rider Hollow, no man I see
Get the stepping 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 something 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 trying to approach you n***as to roast you n***as I just might have to coach you n***as, 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 vs Okwerdz and started to write for him
Now after the 3rd round I f**ing hated I watched him
Cause all they was doing was yelling back and forth
What the f** y'all had a relationship problem?
If he saying he popping, he stunting
How y'all gon put half a gal of Goodz against this n***a with a weak stomach?
I gotta 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 leaning 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 drinking something that a doctor gave you
Me and my n***as play like the doctors play too
Cause we lay n***as down and give em shots like they do
Ya dry thought's 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 bu*ter 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 ya b**h use I make em lay down here (hair)
I mean do y'all really listen to the way this n***a rap?
I tie you to a chair by your hair and make you disappear
Hollow that sh** is wack
Why you rap like you constipated?
But think you trying to flip out?
But then again I think your raps are constipated
Sound like it's hard to get ya sh** out
My crib got a bar and a big couch
You look like you live with ya moms, got kicked out
Y'all think hollow the rebu*tal king?
Well you in trouble b**h cause I'm a show them
When you got time to think it's easy to rebu*tal sh**
Now it might be a freestyle to y'all
But while I'm rapping all he doing is thinking of bars
This is actual fact, no fibbing for a gimmick
He just 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** is it gonna feel to rebu*tal a loss?
f*ggot!
[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
Did y'all hear Goodz writtens?
Those were some good writtens, now good riddance
n***a them bars was trash
I should reach for the waste and dump, and get rid of all this trash
Your garbage a** belong inside a garbage bag
Chop you up put you in zip locks and will all be Glad
He said I don't rebu*tal in the middle of the writtens
He said he'll put me in a headlock I got sharpshooters with head shots
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Craig's pops
You kinda new but n***as tired of you, what you an 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** up and first I was like I'm not gonna battle ya
I should've did like a dodger and charge ya
Cause this challenger is not in my caliber
But then I said f** it and then he turned mad puss'
He knew he'd get his a** cooked, you knew it'd be a bad look
I put the pressure on him like, "Do the f**ing battle!" he was mad shook
He knew that I was fire so I damn near had to strike him just to get a match book
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***as run in the crib, rape his boo boo, the baby crying
Pistol whip him, they got a lil boo boo
But I was tight my n***as raped ya 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 something when his face was wiped
I use your towel for my nut rag, n***a 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 lets not get it misconstrued
This ain't the BX versue QU, this is unnnnhhh versus 000000hhhh!
This is yayyyyy!!!! Versus b0000000!!!
This Hollow Dininon in the spot Queens represent, versus youuuuuu
Cool, your b**h I supplied her with ten
Big dick, his b**h thought I was high off extends
n***a that's for calling my boots Lugz that's a lie they were Timbs
For gambling with his life with one dice he gon die with his man
Now cool this is the plan, clip him then start clipping his man
Grab the 4, go loco (4Loko) than get rid of the can
Now with the 6 cracking Goodz gon turn true blue
With 5 popping Goodz gon leak sue 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***a, BX!
You snow that!
[Round 3: Goodz]
Wait a minute, his man talking bout BQE
He wanna brag on a rack
But no one from New York still wear tags on they hat
You must be dreaming, who you think you better than?
I saw you smack boxing with the rookies now you swinging with a veteran
Hollow rep LOM and they keeping 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 giving me these dirty n***as?
Hold up Smack pause all the cameras
Hollow one of them n***as every time you see him they filthy
sh** I thought you was an auto mechanic
Back to back warring with cannons I got two arm shells
Get his b**h the whole magazine, Blu Contrel
f** this rap sh**, I'm riding, we shoot arms well
n***a Hollow never roll, he got that new car smell
And we ain't stopping til the war is done
To beat me y'all gon need Math, Cortez and Hollow all in one
I'm hurting em, I start to squirting 'em
That's word to my daughter that slaughter come if I grab that water gun
Back to battle I saw what was going wrong
I wanna say sorry to my fans I was gone so f**ing long
But I was thinking of who to battle thinking of all the stories
Knew Math and Rex ten years each, Clips my f**ing brother
The rest of you n***as bore me
I thought about battling Aye Verb, but that n***a's so f**ing corny
{Fight breaks out and battle over}