Hollow Da Don - Hollow Da Don vs Pat Stay lyrics

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don] Some wonder about the Western days And why did some guys saddle? Some wonder about the future, and why do some time travel? I'm just wondering How the f** you let me 3-0 you in a one-round battle? I'm just being real I don't know what I'm doing here, this sh**'s weird He's such a juice head, last time, when I said "I'll shoot your a**!", he didn't even get scared But this ain't last time, I won't say my flow cold Like a Popsicle, probably or hospital lobby No one is hotter than lava on a Guatemalan island Damn it, I'm snappin' I'm madder than Madden after a tackle done happened And he miscalled it by an impractical fraction But enough about me; I'm being selfish That one round was eating you alive; it's understandable I'm a cannibal, but this time, I ain't tapping Pat I'm rolling up with shoulder bumps just to see what his man'll do. Nobody? Nobody? f** all that Organik, watch where you going Because I should blindside you for acting like I ain't seeing dog Nikiya, this pit f**ed up my performance I should wet your head like a Chia doll I live for this sh**, n***a, I die for my "respeck" I'm talking to all "tree" of y'all Just support and roll, because he's the star And they came for your funeral It's a million ways to die, and I want you to choose a few Nah, I mean, enough, I don't want him dead I want to see him go through physical pain A head shot, he survive, but it hemorrhage his brain Cops on the side looking for leads, he can't remember a thing That's because I put a traffic jam in his memory lane I get in that a**; that's colon Brrrrrrrr, K's; that's Nolan. Or two gats blowin' BOW! BOW! BOW! Look like I'm backstrokin' I could have started this show swinging a pound Like this sh** Arsenio Or had a MAC spitting with sparks, like this sh** Omillio Click-click, really though, big clip really blow About the size of a cell phone... from a Slick Rick video I'm mean, but I'm also confused Because you had the nerve to diss Mike Zombie Saying I wasn't with Mike Zombie… While I was with Mike Zombie, you f**ing idiot! That's how you know you're ignorant You don't even know a person, and you dissing him Then try to school me on some business tips Wait, weren't you the one in London backstage throwing hissy fits? Like, "What? Y'all ain't get the chips? I got no money at home and I just got five from the dealership" Now besides thinking "Why was there white around your lips?" and sh** I was thinking that's why I did the second round on equity Like I did with Clips Because if we both died on them plane crashes home I had stacks in my personal account My fam would have took care of my businesses And they would've needed a GoFundMe page To put this b**h in a ditch and sh** n***a, that's the differences Then you were selling s**a Free Boss hoodies Oooo, you f**ing hypocrite By the way, them pens and sh** That was a gift and sh** from [?] And also a symbolism for you to step up your penmanship Because you claimed you'd look into it Now, I just named three instances So if y'all react to fake personals, that'd be hideous But werka-werka-werka I slowed it down, so let me switch this sh** Get up on some different sh** Got a n***a pissed, so you know a n***a with the sh** Pull up with the tool on the belt, they think I'm fixing sh** Hand blew, leg red, got him on some Twister sh** I said, don't worry about the bars Just worry what I got on: LOM clothing dot com [Round 1: Pat Stay] That mustache is b**hin', now that's precision I don't even want to battle you Dude, I just want to know how you did it I usually scratch my head like that, but got me doing this sh** I don't get it, I just don't understand the physics What is it? How, what with, and how often do you trim it? Wow! How symmetrical can you get it? You got it hooking, too, bro? Look at you go! Grow a beard like a man, and let them p**y pubes go Man, f** you and your whole mark-a** crew! You can't see me, like a heart tattoo on a dark black dude These pups ain't vicious, they just growl and bark at you But really just want a belly rub and soft cat food But I don't show them love, you ain't gettin' Pat, stay The Dog Whisperer, they listen that way Shock collar, like an electric leash, this b**h getting trained It's a walk in the park for me, I got this sh** in the bag P-A to the T Stay, put some "respeck" on it f** your punk-a** roster Jump, gra**hopper, see who's the loc'est No more humble Pat Tell the gravedigger I want my shovel back I ain't playing no games, they want to push my bu*tons And after, shake my hand like a Rumble Pak? I don't f** with that Wring your neck like the African Kayan tribe You'll hear little subtle cracks As the joints pop, sound like I'm twisting a bubble wrap I'm an tap axe-swinging lumberjack Not to mention, a f**ing mack Break your b**h off, then she creep home late And like a cheap phone case, he gotta rub her back And no, I'm not drunk, I'm f**ing smashed I'm just feeding you, huh? See, I figured I'd help you out, because I know you're going to talk about me being a drunk Because he's sober now, right? Pft, you can act like you're clean if you want But you can't spell "clean" without the "lean" We can see it's a front And you can't embarra** someone who makes fun of themself And shows you their whole hand that you shuffled and dealt You got some funny stories? Good, I got one I can tell Because Nigel here been in a little scuffle himself It was him and John John Da Don, made a f** of himself You swung at him, and you're the one who stumbled and fell During the swing, he was able to pull up his pants Buckle his belt, tuck in his cell, puff on an L And eat a chicken buffalo melt – what in the hell? So careful who you swinging on, b**h This p**y flexing, better drop down, get your kegel on, b**h I done let sh** slide, but catch me on the wrong tip And I'll smoke this piece of dog sh** On some Cheech & Chong sh** f** with me! f** with me! Come on and play, ¡ándale, ándale! You'll be rocking a bodybag Like Missy Elliott in her song, "The Rain" You think size doesn't matter, 'til I take Nigel and grab him And toss a Hollow in the crowd, like ISIS in Paris "Ooooooooo," I hate that face! I want to break that sh** I'll sock you and anyone that you face-swap with Right off rip, or I could drop you with a Neymar kick With my hands behind my back like a baseball pitch I ain't the type of white boy you play the race card with Because if Hollow cause problems I'll bomb him on some Adolf sh** f** you and your whole crew you came here with! I'm Pat Stay, I roll solo just to make my print [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] So what, I'm clean from lean? Like I said in London, you was itching and scratching Like it was Breaking Bad I was thinking, one hit and he gone n***a; that's Baby Bash Your best bars in the last round was trying to play my 'stache Ha-haaa! Jada laugh Pat Stay, I haven't heard a comment That dumb since Stacey Dash But damn, you don't personally know me I wouldn't store your number In real life, you're not worth an emoji Aren't you the overconfident battle rapper that goes like this when you want to call it quits? Well, you're the most nervous in the room And my thoughts is this Because when you battle Your mouth does this awkward twitch It was one battle, I thought you damn near bit off your lip This is a gift, when they say Hollow, Lux, Clips They don't bring up your a** And I ain't saying you f**ing trash, you upper cla** You on the same plane You just come in last, like n***as with a buddy pa** I'm being humble, with no legend, you can get this match I could've said, deuces Me getting back on this card is just pity, Pat Because you're a bully with no bars, this sh**'s just real He flew to Sweden, mid-battle, he lifts up Nils And he won that battle Because that's the first time you picked up sk**s That's how I feel, but they'll say, at least he's never choked I'm like, "Aw, shucks, it was that one miracle when the best in Canada couldn't get charged up" And let's not forget that The Saurus stuff You was- you was- you was starstruck Couldn't finish your scheme, you're a vending machine, because sometimes you get your bars stuck But "it'll still be a tie whether he wins or not" Wait, ain't that something Rone started? Or he'll say, "The gun's hereditary, it's in my jeans" Oooh, that was so heartless "A Canadian's stealing the show tonight" Every motherf**ing time Because you was standing right behind Rone when he said it And they still reacted to that motherf**ing rhyme It's just nonsense, the dunk contest; it's nothing new But you'll still see people jumping from the line He's a meth buzz, or popping a stick while you wet up I'm a brick or better n***a, I'm Vicodin, methadone, and [?] mixed together I'm a gallon of whiskey in the Prohibition Era I'm with whatever I said you lost, and you don't have an Addy Your moms call you "Patty-watty" For talking about my pockets with OVO Now the hood call you Chatty Patty And I'ma make him feel so stupid Like having a condom, and don't use it You're in denial about my banks, well, damn, my flow fluid But act stupid, I had him dispatch units They'll be like, "Chh, it's only one dead But it was a MASS shooting" f** spoon-feeding these bars, I'm mazing them Put away the Sahara And make it Seattle with the Harley Davidson I got through security Because it was Stacey Augmon nickname Errrk, I see I'm losing y'all, let me switch lanes Swear to God in your compliment battle rap, it was some battle rappers that didn't get paid b**h, don't just stand there, I'll say which names Okay, you don't want to say nothing? He ain't pay Marlo and Shuffle-T And they flew way in from London, B Ohhh, you too dumb to see You cursed our battle with your f**ery But they'll say Pat Stay's f**ing street He walked around the hood, shirt ripped, like He-Man Holding two guns at once Even though he could've put them in each hand At one time, he came to the hood, and he had n***as shook when he backed out the heat, fam Only reason n***as was scared? He held the gun in the police stance I knew rap money was like trap money when Liv made 140 off of one jugg, that's a lot of paper Fronted 20 joints, got 60, that was profit later That was Texas, then we hit Nevada, Vegas Even sold n***as in the Bean pies, as-salamu alaykum Don't worry about the gear, or don't worry what I got on But if you is worried, LOM clothing dot com … Sike, I lied! I got a hitman that Holla knows It go "Boom!" if your Ah Di knows It's horror, even Shotty knows Double-barrel on the shotty nose... longer than Shotty nose [Round 2: Pat Stay] About that compliment battle, you got that sh** wrong, dude Them dudes did get paid, I swear on my mom deuce You got your sh** twisted, Rob Zombie-twisted Oh, Rob Zombie-twisted? Zombie robbed you I heard you was locked in prison C... cool My father built it We the real gangsters, bankers and politicians My uncle did the same crime, never got convicted We can knock the hustle, but you can't knock the privilege Knock-knock, nope, this is not a visit Chop-chop, yep, you just got evicted Leave your family homeless without a pot to piss in Turn your whole block to a lot and start a business You feel that, everyone? Awkward, isn't it Closet racist white people acting all offended Now, obviously, I'm kidding, but if we swap positions And he called me a cracker or something, it'd be fine, what a walking contradiction Yo, I ain't racist, nah, but my shank is Because the blade tip's brown from all the dried-up blood that it's stained with You said our fear in others increases the darker the shade is Hell no, speak for yourself, bro But you're yellow, that's why you're afraid, b**h f** race, I discriminate all Get hit in the jaw, your chin'll just fall like a ventriloquist doll I'll leave a hole where your face is like you getting a ma**age And turn you into the next Prince like kissing a frog And if that don't finish the job, and somehow you survive it, I'm back at you Shooting through the side of your Uber drive I don't care if you're scuba divin' I'll toss a bomb and it nuke the island If you're flying, first episode; I'll shoot the pilot Plain and simple, field goal-kick your mama Donna like Ray Finkle Laces out, like they got me in state pen clothes, mental case Tell Donna, spread those legs And blow inside her like a Nintendo game that just won't play I'm Pat Stay Crazy, isn't it? Y'all ain't ever seen that before like a baby pigeon You a b**h like pregnant women I'm about to end this lame's existence, my whole- wait a minute Let's celebrate some of your greatest writtens You said to Surf, "I'm like the chicken pox; you touch me, you're gonna get it" At that point, I said to myself, "f**... I'm finished" I got the scoop, because I'm a lyrical shovel, can you dig it? Watched your Okwerdz battle and said, "Stop, hold up" You said, "you're like creamy peanut bu*ter, because you ain't got no nuts" That was his third round ender, too Nigel, what in the f**? All peanut bu*ter is literally made with nothing but nuts It's called peanut bu*ter... It's peanut bu*ter And I knew you seemed a bit self-conscious, but I'm certain now Because you said to Budden, "Yo, you probably talk to a girl like, 'I like your skirt and gown'" The f**'s wrong with that? It just irks me how It's like a weakness being a genuine person now Then he said this how he be, "Ay, turn around, look at you turning down" You think any decent woman would answer to that? You're a clown That's some young boy scrub sh**, you're in your thirties now Bro, I see right through that defensive pride and nervous smile "Yo, Pat ain't seen his girl in a year Psh, probably miss that b**h I bet when he see her, he'll probably kiss that b**h He'll probably hug that b**h, he'll probably rub that b**h Matter of fact, tuh... you probably f**ing love that b**h!" They say if you don't treat your lady right, somebody will So your boy had to come for the k** Check it, I said, damn, them stilettos are ill I never met her, but still I got brains from her, head over heels The girl had my heart thumping like ephedrine pills I have died through the head, like Cruella De Vil Compliments all day, whee-whoo, Slim Jesus Confidence through the roof, had the b**h just leaking, all game, son Tapping it on the low like a ba** drum Nutting inside of her, that's where Hollow stole the name from But f** that, I'ma ruin these so-called street rappers Half of Mobb Deep's rappers, I wreak havoc I'll slash them, leave them in stitches and heat laughin' Deep gashes, you'll see patches like Team Captain's jackets I be snappin' Complete blackness, all I see's fire, but I'll just keep clappin' But I don't even need that, I'll Zangief-slap him The flinch make him lean back like he's relapsin' He got to know my hands so well if you read my palm, he said Slapped him so hard, I became a believer, because my palm was red [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] I see you wrote some funny sh** in your diary about me A lot of nonsense I'm not a humanoid, I'm a standard copy Anunnaki Let me take you through my writing process I said, schemes Y'all put a pawn to come play the best He can have a good night, it's still an L he's going to take, then check You want the king or queen? Wait, this ain't a scheme about playing chess It was made for beds, good night, king and queen, you get laid to rest Nameflips, I'm not here to talk about Organik I ain't call Watson Still wish d**h for you, this time, Charles Bronson Mixed with Bernard Hopkins Handle whites, my Miami Vice, Don Johnson You look like you're ready to throw in the towel, John Thompson URL's the NBA, and you ain't even John Stockton You just on the sideline talking about the league, you Bob Costas Future, wait, I'm in the future, I already seen that Boop-boop, let me pull up my screen app for some feedback I'm so ahead of my time, places people to tell me meet at, I already be at I'm so ahead of my time, I already did this recap for this rematch I got shoes that tie themselves I got a car that drive itself Then it hit me, I woke up in a dark room all by myself Like, why I'm trying to switch the angle The crowd here, y'all cheer I'ma let y'all pick the angle Should I talk about Drake diss or the gay sh**? Drake diss? Okay, Drake diss, gay sh**, either way, it's the same sh** You dissed Drake for buying a b**h a purse, my n***a Did you want a purse? Aw, Patty-watty, tell us how it hurts Then he tried to clean it up after he ain't get that extra 10k in his hand He was ike, "I'm still a Drizzy fan He's a busy man He'll hit me when he can" Really, fam? You think Drake at King of Diamonds like, "b**h, get off me, I can't get this dance You know what I'm going through? I owe Pat Stay hella bands" He meet with Lil Wayne, "Sit down, this the plan, I'm in a jam Push back Carter 5, it don't matter how many chipped and scanned That n***a big advanced, I just sold a lead album and Timbaland" Really, fam? So Drake's your day one? He was supposed to been loyal? You was trying to eat from what was left over, and he didn't have that ten for you? To you, that probably wasn't real sh** But what's real is I just cut the rest of my third round, since you said I was in prison I got a rebu*tal, y'all gotta feel this The type of sh** I don't be mentioning, when I was in imprisonment I used to help my cellmate write his letters for his family, he illiterate I only charged him a lunch tray, because the n***a indigent The judge hit the n***a with a dub, and he innocent To you, that's probably the realest sh** But to me, that's a tragedy Something you would love to rap about, but something I hate that I had to see I only did a couple years, [?] spent so much time in a box Germs forgot how to spin time on the clock And when I sat back and thought about it, and why, I was shocked It was a set-up system, when CEOs met with prison Pushed gangster rapper, reflect the image Because extra victims meant extra business But why would they do that? Because they got first dibs on the stock to invest up in it Within 24 months, that was several digits It went from Kid 'n Play, House Party, special kickin' To "think I'm kiddin'? Play, everybody in this house party I'm pistol whippin'" Think about it, nobody slipped the disc in to Luther when they was pistol whippin' It was n***as with an attitude ready to die, because it was written Around the time when my favorite rapper went from negative positive It was still a negative in his positive Because if B.I.G. never rapped, he'd be here to see C.J. and T'yanna live But now, 20 years later, we got a dude talking about, "I'm real" You real? That's why I switched the mood to an interview I need you to define real Uhm, Mr. Stay, uhm, could you define "real"? [Pat Stay] Yellow! [Hollow Da Don] Oh, you're trying to be funny, you're lying still Please, please, Mr. Stay Mr. Stay, we need you to define real No? Okay, I got another question before we all go Tell me, how does it feel being the first battle rapper that got 4-0'd? He doesn't want to talk, okay, one more Maybe if I wasn't so tall, you could've told short jokes Maybe if I wasn't so light, you could've told dark jokes Maybe if I was fat, you could've told fart jokes But we all know, it's bars over jokes Fraud n***a, all blickers, after this It'll be the next body to pop up in the Charles River [Round 3: Pat Stay] He wants me to speak that real sh**, so we'll do it, alright? Real sh**, I know this probably hurts for you to hear But you're my brother, we go back longer than the shirts we used to wear You know, them one size fits all? Mankind, and giants, rams, lions? Hands, pants findin' We've been in this sh** a long damn time You can't lie, we probably got more in common than dudes in your main clique We both fought for the spot and went through all the same sh** We both started from the bottom, like- heh, how ironic Because we both gave cla**ics and never got paid sh** Bro, I had so much respect for you as a man versus Budden How you held us down, made us proud to actually stand for something We all felt that pain for you, you hate them dudes, we hate them, too The way they screwed you out the pay-per-view Getting paid off what we paid, and they paid no dues? f** that Talking about getting exploited by bigger companies Lux demanding 40 G's, it's becoming a diva show But f** it, it's "loyalty over money," right? Funny Because look at you now, Nigel I'm the old Hollow, and you're Joe That England event was more so your show I mean, you set up the battles, you set up the main event Promised the promoters they'd make money, now they in debt Manipulated them, don't give a f** if they make a cent Won't break a sweat if they don't have a pillow to lay their head He'll act like your greatest friend, then after the main event Them hollow promises Hollow promises will take effect When you pay him all of his money, you can't even pay your rent And you don't hear this bloods**ing piece of sh**'s name again Bro, that "Sike, I Lied" sh** you did against Clips was a funny prop at first Until I saw you were actually selling them and making money off the shirts Catchphrase, bar, or verse, regardless, it's Charlie's, not yours The nerve of you profiting off his long-earned, hard work Trying to blackmail me for ten percent of the money Drake owes me And I won't even get into that for your sake, homie But bro, we're your peers, we're all we have in this business You are the exact definition of everything you used to stand up against, man, listen Your price is outrageous, too You demand a cut from the pay-per-view Which essentially means we're also paying you The leagues return profits in no way obtainable All off an event that you don't have to pay into But that ain't enough, so rip off your own neighbors, too Exploit everyone for the work of which nothing came from you I'm f**ing ashamed of you You've become what you hated, dude I guess that's Hollow's mystique, the dude you face is who you change into Look, he mad right now Probably mad I wrote this, right? It was a last-minute decision, Pac's d**h, it happened overnight Because I know your type, you're snake-eyed, so I wasn't going to roll the dice What's "loyalty over money" if your loyalty's overpriced? See, I didn't want to get personal with you, but you made it a personal issue So I just had to just show you a reflection of what you've turned yourself into But since your mirror's become a window, we see right through you inside-out He can't even look in the mirror now Won't even have one in his house Been sleeping on Bishop's couch And I didn't have to dig up dirt like you, neither But since you lost your roots, my hate for you grew deeper How you want it? Acapella, on beat? We can do either We can spit on wax like a shoe cleaner f** it, you want a war? I don't need a crew like you, neither Leave your new T-shirt red all over like a proofreader It's over, dog, he knows it's true You can tell by his eyes But he'll deny it later, just defending his pride What's new, Hollow? I hope you learned a lesson this time So you can live up to your name, feeling empty inside