Illmaculate - Illmaculate vs Hollow Da Don lyrics

[Round 1: Illmaculate] To tell the truth, you a weak and dumb lyricist He wanted head in the bed What he forgot to tell you is he's the one giving it See, I'm known to stay schemin' How you on the block all day but you broke and stay fiendin'? I know, it's the same reason your nose will stay bleedin' You sell coke, but you do it, so you only break even C'mon, with your broke a** What you think, he sells and buys yay? Funny, I thought he was closer to Ezel from Friday I mean, he be up on some all night sh** off that hard white piff He his neighborhood Felicia, talking like "I need to borrow your car right quick." Most people wanna borrow sugar, maybe even ketchup You wanna borrow my car?! Man, hellllll no I wouldn't let your dirty a** use my cellllll phone So look, f** hating, he don't pump base, he an undercover I'll catch this chump waiting at a bus station I'll s**er punch ya. You know why? Cause you a crumb wasting, muck raking, nut scraping, cum tasting, s*ut chasing, cup caking motherf**a [Round 1: Hollow Da Don] I said, I run you over with a Mack truck Just to see impressions of the car tire Rip out your scrotum with some yard pliers And then roll 'em on a barb wire I put your nose on the floor by ya Broken jaw, then get stomped liar Drag you to a dinner table, put a fork by ya, and I eat your favorite meal in front of you with your jaw wired Aye, they found his hands in a New York fire But arm by Miami shark divers Torso by a port driver, but the head was in Fort Meyers They never found the legs cause I stuffed 'em in a small dryer n***a, I'll tie you up for two days and won't hardly feed you Then grab a polished needle and tattoo 'Hollow beat you' n***a, I'll mail a pipe bomb to your grand mom Anthrax to your grand pap I'll nanny your [?] and granny and choke your little daughter with her Hanna Montana panties n***a, I'll Marcus Camby your family n***a like, "Damn he" cause Hollow got Illmac' working on plan Z Your bars is candy, and you a dick, Andy [Round 2: Illmaculate] Look, to tell the truth, you the most f*ggotest rapper I'll eat my food through a wire, you'll talk through one like abracadabra Look, see, I'm like, "Listen f** face You probably the reason there's some criminals sitting upstate." He be digi snitching, giving up names on his Twitter updates Man look, cause five years from now, nobody will know this s**er Hollow He'll walk the block mumbling about his battle days flashing an empty Robitussin bottle sh**, look, see he'll act like nothing happened cause this guy is just an addict He'll never be clean, he a promethazine fiend and his life's running rampant But I ain't saying I never drink lean, sh** I hope you die from it f*ggot Look, see, I'ma say it like this, I'll never be the one to say stop doing that sh** I'll even be the one fueling that fix Whip up a batch, ask him if he cool with that mix And when he O.D., show up to view the casket Look him in his face and say "That what yo' stupid a** get." [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] Look, I'ma beat him for sure After that $500 you don't look Conceited no more I'ma do it real, cause sh** ain't fake here So try saying how I'm fake, I'ma catch a case here Do you so bad they give me eight years or the state chair I'll escape then be under his car like Cape Fear I said look, okay bae bae, I finished my Henny so it's a Rozay day I'll f**ing spit fo' straight days Give him my Juice Man make the ho's say "Aye!" Look, I said you beating me? You got a better chance floating to Palm Springs Singing vocals with Al Greene Promoting with Don King Posting up Yao Ming It's never gon' happen captain So why you wanna battle a street n***a, stick to the computer thugs Cause you come through the hood I smack you down, pat you down, remove your d** n***a you ain't getting high over here n***a talking sh** but you ain't fly over here You got a Blazers hat, I got red and black like a Raiders hat Ball in L.A. like where the Lakers at He ball in Seattle like where Vin Baker at Broke n***a, where you cake is at? [Round 3: Illmaculate] We don't wanna see son rhyme in a session About my loss to Conceited, I'll summarize it in seconds It's nothing, I'm a legend This piece of sh** diva b**h is just jealous he didn't get my undivided attention Look, you can talk about Conceited and mention it but well That sh** is just a dumb trick to try and take the attention from himself Look, see, you don't even know if the weaponry is strap But dead the beef or let him bleed, essentially I don't ever need a gat Step in this ring I got no enemies in rap Cause ain't no referees and I'll do more than defensively react Dawg, I'm explosive when I erupt Hollow? He with an older chick that we f** She swallowed every drop that was posted in my sweet nuts Me and FLO ran a train on her and now she's over him and needs us See, talk slick, I'll leave you in a coma if I swing once He was on 106, I hope you're focusing now keep up Cause you was a champ on there but guess what So was Jin and he s**s! What? You thought this would be easy? Then you never been to school Cause not a single 106 champ can see me and you ain't the exception to the rule Look, see, if you're a**uming he's winning, you're on hallucinogenics The fact is, you're gonna lose it's a given Cause to me, you're just a wack b**h from the Houston division Look, that's why I feel like the bad guy My murder plots are horrible, I earned my spot I'm bored with you sh**, even Zeely and Franchise deserve this spot more than you Look man, I'ma tell you like this dawg, you don't want it with me You will be the one to get sh**ted upon And after that I'll slap you 'til you say your name right and quit with all that Hollow Da Dinninon C'mon man, off the top, it doesn't matter I got a nice a** flow And you can spit your verse but guarantee I won't like that though C'mon man this sh** is off the top I'll prove it It doesn't matter cause I got awfully hot music And the truth is you just a new b**h I'll snap as quick as a f**ing toothpick But look, here's the truth y'all it doesn't matter You had a better chance to try to beat my a** in foosball Look, you're really more a b**h than RuPaul And you gon' move out Mr. U-Haul Look, alright man, this sh** is a rap After this, I might as well just spit cause- guarantee you ain't ripping Illmac' And look, here's the truth man, you don't want it with me Go back to the boot camp cause on the real Your b**h a** brought your posse with you and proved you only got two fans Look, it doesn't matter, right now it's Grind Time And that's why before this battle Pumpkinhead was like "f** Hollow" and standing on my side Look, aight man, the sh** is over, spit though [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] Ayo, Dizaster proved you was real fake By leaving your boys Dane in stalemate That was evil, who let this little devil in here this ain't Hell Date Check this out, this is little 'Mac from Shortland, Oregon He eats rare meals but what's rare Ill's you go on dates and use booster chairs still And he dates short girls but it looks weird still Cause that b**h is a foot taller than him when she wears heels What you rhyming for? You like 5'4" I'll hang your a** up like lamb in a gyro store Yo remember when we were that young And our moms use to write on walls to see if our height could crawl? His mom got frustrated cause the heights so small she's like, "The line hasn't moved since '94!" Just forget about being nice and tall Trying to fight a brawl Ride a bike at all! Maybe if you rap the kid'll like you more And I'm like, "Naaaah." n***a stop that sh** cause ain't nothing funny in here Plus you stopped my streak of doing battles for money this year I mean me and Amzilla put up two stacks, they put up $2,500 at The Fight Klub You mad cause they won't even open your mic up at open mic at the night club Hoping a scalp will k** your light buzz I asked him for a stack on this battle and he was like, "Huuuh?" Illmac' turned illiterate And when he said "250" I didn't bother asking for 5 I mean I should at least get 50 Cent for doing this Ma**acre live n***a you say you was asking to vibe well that was a lie I wouldn't do a song with you if you was the last rapper alive n***a I'm from k**er Queens in the streets we give respect first Your network is influencing internet nerds He looks like a Brazilian lumberjack Mixed with a Siberian thunder cat in a Nigerian dungeon rag Look, but what is this? Mario before he got his super duper? Is this one of King Koopa's troopers or just a little Oompa Loompa? But look, it's a done task, I won cash, try to run fast, jump past Duck dash, roll tuck flash, I pump blast Your lungs gasp Hit hips, lungs, a** Lips[?] sis, son, dad Now your mom's mad like, "Illmac' you dumb a**." But look, I'ma bring the fact Picture me and little Mac getting in a scrap and his little arms swinging back If y'all can't picture that then picture Shaq fighting Midget Mac Deceptacon vs Leprechaun or Wee Man vs He-Man Ultimate Warrior, Andre Giant when they look to k** At Wrestlemania handicap match vers' Bushwick Bill Now if that don't make sense why y'all gon' put Gary small Coleman At Grizzlemania to battle Hulk Hogan!