King of the Dot - Shotty Horroh vs Hitman Holla lyrics

[Round 1: HITMAN HOLLA] They said I wasn't gon show up, that's what the real talk was about Well I showed up with Showwoutt and you know he show out (?) all of the crowd My city a real life jungle, I ain't ever shook at night I seen them Raptors up close before they booked my flight What you 85 pounds? Ha ha ha … I mean you look that light I could drop you off a jab, so imagine if I hook that right I got k**ers running back in the field, no Forte Respected everywhere from St. Louis to Norway Slam yo a** right on stage, make the floor shake Ain't nobody leaving, Show, cover the doorway Nina, ménage a trios, f** what his who*e say The deuce deuce give em a kiss, that's foreplay (4 play) I match that Glock with a Fif, that's how I throwaway I snap and toss Shotty out that window like a throwaway Y'all gon f** around and get this sweet boy shot You cross this line I shoot the tre, no 3 point shot Double meaning, cross the line there's no 3 point shot But when I say I shoot the 3, there's no 3 point shot Who's supposed to be the champ up north? Pat Stay? Man look ... I'll lyrically smack Stay Switch moves, turn around, smack Stay Chop em up, they find his body where Smack stay No joking I'll really get at Stay Like “Man what the f** you smoking? Crack, Stay?” My nickname Freddy with this Kruger I clutch My baby momma left me, she said I sleep with the Ruger too much And you know that b**h loaded, this Ruger from Lux A Smith & Wes' and a Taurus, this a Ruger Deluxe This battle mean nothing my n***a, I'm a f**in vet So take this personal, you're just a f**in check Drake let me get something straight, I'm up-f**ing-set Y'all through me in a dunk contest with a n***a who can't touch the net? I was at the airport with just 30 shots, that just mean more can get it I'm a king so they ain't check us (checkers) How you think I flew across border (the board) with it? I jumped off the plane hungry, like where my body at? They offered me some food, I'm like “Cool, where Shotty at?” You had a cla**ic with a n***a I k**ed? You know I body cats Battle after battle, I stretch em out, Pilate cats It's more than a Shmurda when I pull out this Bobby black (Showwoutt: Nah, I'ma shoot em) Man gimme my shotty back Toronto front page, Hitman blew Shotty back It's gon be more than a Shmurda when I pull out this Bobby black (Showwoutt: Nah, I'ma shoot em) n***a gimme my shotty back (Showwoutt: Nah, I'ma shoot em) n***a gimme my shotty back (Showwoutt: Nah nah, I'ma shoot em) n***a gimme my shotty back Toronto front page, Hitman blew Shotty back [Round 1: SHOTTY HORROH] Some said I wasn't gon show up, but that's what the talking's about But I show up to the showdown to show off when the show's on For all of the crowd, so it's showtime So it's Showtime in the words of Verb cuz that's your idol You a showman, you showing up with Showwoutt to the big show But I Paul White ya that's, chokeslam him during his remix If show starts I got show stopper with a super kick that's Shawn Michaels Plus I got a sharp shooter in Montreal That'll finish Hitman like Shawn Michaels Y'all already know I got respect for Show Cuz he reps his bro that's Hitman's brother It's no secret still, when he had that beef with Bill Who did they hit? Man's brother But today I showed up with something for him That can deflect and hit man's brother For a win (Owen) you can die in the ring like Hitman's brother You know Owen/a win, dead in the ring let JR talk to em If you think Jerry the King, remix that Where I'm from we cut war and remix that Don't take man for no kind of Charron out here, keep it rap Cuz we know this b**h ain't down with Action like Azealia Banks Oh here we go, 3 rounds alike of basketball is what you gonna do No bars, just remixes and dance routines as substitute Try me without all that sh**, some of that he couldn't do You'll need your brother to help you catch the body like the Dudleys move I got space in that graveyard and you just made a grave mistake Keep talking sh**, you'll all get lit They'll be mourning/morning Hit like a wake and bake Little Gerald, Gerald it's time to talk When that show's over the long nose will show us Jerry's Final Thoughts Oh you brought ya crew to do me dirty well derrty don't get me pissed off There'll be a (Erick) Sermon I'll Parish (Smith) when that sh** splits hit's squad (Hit Squad) Talking bout “re-reload the bullet that came out em” dumb clown Or maybe that's your way of admitting you only ever have one round King Of Performance? On what ground? You can do that Billie Jean bullsh** on Smack but not now We're the wrong crowd See you deliver ... your rhymes ... real slow And you can stretch a minute into two with that Ganik are you stupid this is (Boujie?) versus Supernat I don't know what to do with that Could've done this in Missouri Handmade zip cuz, even in the Lou he (Louie) bags Well he'll try me, but if he dare we on his face like the Gucci tat Aye, KOTD, Blackout I ain't come to mess around Shotty knock his bredrin down You disloyal piece of- … oooohhhh, I'll save that for the second round [Round 2: HITMAN HOLLA] Man first off I took a $10,000 pay cut just to take this battle And I still made $10,000 more than you make per battle You see this big boy talk, he don't like it, it get him hella tight You ain't worth my presence If it wasn't for these fans I would've battled you via satellite Check my background, I'm not a n***a to play with I spray quick, big Mossberg, give em a facelift I'm Caesar, I give a sign and my n***as will swing through on some ape sh** You beefing? I'ma hit you where it hurt like who you lay with In other words I'm just gon f** ya b**h on some Drake sh** Then send it to Worldstar on some “I ain't know it was taped” sh** Just so y'all can see what the b**h left on her face with All that slick talk, watch ya mouth, I'm saying One shot will hit and flip you out ya van This ya dog? Man I'll beat the Shih Tzu out ya man Then pistol whip the pistol out ya hand Man f** everybody until my mama through with cancer I might show up to ya show just to shoot a dancer Who you fooling like you fighting and you move with hammers? Boy you wouldn't raise ya hand if you knew the answer In this battle rap world I'm in, f** being humble Heavyweight, view by view, I do the sickest number Five punch combo connect, man that's vicious thunder Straight left, lift em up, uppercut, flip em under I get the swinging like I'm trying to break Griffey numbers Man I'll beat you to the white meat and say I told you so Ya b**h gon date a crackhead like that Khloe hoe With that Desert Eagle, I turn into the Mamba, the Kobe show I hope you know, I put that bird on ya chest like OVO They call me every day like “Hitman y'all looting” Rest In Peace Mike Brown But white boy I was still pissed about the Trayvon shooting So I'm masked up, looking like a Raekwon movement Me and my dogs will get to hunting like the K9 unit What? Since he's a skinhead that acts out of control I'm supposed to believe what he rapping y'all? You from Manchester The only wild cats we know in the UK play basketball You, it's nothing you could do with me boy cuz my clips larger If Show swing, you'll land in the crowd, that's the sh** starter If I swing you'll land by the bar, cuz I hit harder Toronto ain't seen a better 1-2 punch since T-Mac and Vince Carter [Round 2: SHOTTY HORROH] They told me I got Holla, that's when my bad mood started They ordered a Hitman for the Hitman, I just acquired that new target Load em up, I brought a strap to blast through Shamu's carca** When I draw I wipe blood from the picture like a tattoo artist I'm a baboon snapped in a bamboo bag With my bare hands to stab through hearts Started at gra**roots and had that American gla** roof parted They want BARS not this brand new tap shoe dance move garbage I'm the new wave and you really can't surface after that Tsunami You got washed by Surf, then got a white boy, boy that's too gnarly Try me, I'm on ya crib with a can like you have roof parties You need Dutch courage to (touch zone?) I will let that Pac Juice charge me You was quiet til that Remy came out, I'll put you in that Papoose margin Like I said, KOTD, Blackout, I ain't come to mess around Taste ya medicine, I'ma do a lil bit of exposing in the 2nd round Cuz I know why you're here Gerry Can we talk about the beef with Smack? You when you jumped on Twitter swearing on ya team and flag That if you see em it's gon be at least a scrap But what did he do to deserve any piece of that? Did he f** ya b**h? No? Did he steal a stack? No… Oh, he took too long to release the Conceited match You cheeky twat! How dare you repeatedly bite the hand That helps feed ya fam When he was the owner of the only league that let you compete for cash That man took you from a dirty piece of sh** To a featured brand with a sea of fans I'm talking before your hairline receded back And had a teeny chance of making an NBA season draft He's the reason you can afford them red leather sequinned pants And Showwoutt's fee to do a remix dance Talking about, where's Norbes, Cheeko, and Beasley at You need appeasing and someone needs to see to that Shut the f** up! Miss us with that diva act The damn truth is you're Frank Lucas We wouldn't know you exist if it wouldn't have been for Smack You said if they release Arsonal first, it's on the flag and rep of ya people Well, they did that and you did nothing, so that was very deceitful When you said you was gonna shoot on blood Lil Gerald that never will be If he shoots on B's (zombies) then that's Resident Evil Me and Arsonal did 6 million, you must act like I ain't contributed to the hits Well you and Arsonal did half them numbers in twice the time If you don't understand that then you stupid as sh** That means there was a 100% increase when they added me And removed you from the mix 3 Million … Drake I can't see him with these Views From The 6 [Round 3: HITMAN HOLLA] Man I put n***as to sleep, automatic or handguns Everybody I clap throws off, Conceited slow that down Automatic or handguns, everybody I clap dose off They sent them contracts, I'm like yeah, it's grind time But to keep it real I was ready before I signed mine They told me, switch up and joke, nah that's Grindtime I'm more of the “you'll get choked” a ticking time bomb A football star, you can ask, I was Moss like Could switch to that mask and ratchet, the lacrosse type And if I get mad, I spaz like “I need everything he made back, I'm the rawest type” I'm coming for the belt, who got it? Tell em he's next The K Shine, it ain't nothing but Murda, ask T-Rex When I look at Shotty, naw, I don't see threat You was supposed to battle Verb and Ill, and I'm ya final destination? You see all that prove is you can't cheat d**h I got a Navy Seal connect, man this sh** loud The weapon he just plug me with about his size It's war, you run with ya squad, you never switch rides You get sliced down the middle for not picking sides They got me back on that wild sh** Knock, knock, knock, who is it? Kidnap his child sh** Pow pow sh**, that 40 or that Cal sh** Shotty watch ya mouth, I'm not the one to get loud with That sh** I just did, that's an effortless move You Golddust looking motherf**er, you just put me in a wrestling mood If I decide to bomb first, best believe I'ma land mine I ain't scared of no n***a, that boy was from Mankind Three 2 minute rounds for what? That's the long road I could've beat you with 3:16's that's Stone Cold A million views every battle is easy, that's a simple trait That's why I'm Hitman “Hollywood” Holla, that's Triple H Where I'm from n***as get clapped up in the lobby The army has been instructed to catch bodies The officers k**ing my race like it's a hobby In other words ain't sh** horror about Shotty For 25K Mook could k** a n***a that's ill Man for that 10k I'll k** this n***a for real [Round 3: SHOTTY HORROH] You came to talk about balls, and that sh**'s so gay The console it's sold separately, meaning I ain't with those games You trying to bring back the old Holla You need more than tank tops and big rope chains You need the fire and sk** plus the desire and will And a sponsorship with Rogaine I'd a k**ed you when you were ya lil bro's age For the record I'd a MOP'd that Billy dance for a lil Fame MOP, Billy Danze, Lil Fame, switch the lane Spill his brains, when that Shotty's in his face, this sh**'s Cobain I'd shoot the hair off Holla's head, trust I got that k**er aim Two hands steady the beam, they support the dot like Drizzy Drake What's real to you? Basketball or a g**ner? Pick that sh** Ain't no such thing as half way crooks Gerry, and you ain't with that sh** Split personalities, persona disorder, you see how quick man flip Aye let's just say it's JFK, there's still questions about who that Hitman is But I have a question, and I hope you have the answer to it If battle rap's a cappella why you always dancing to it f** bars, you and Aye Verb spend your time Trying to plan the coolest hand maneuvers You almost did a YMCA just to tell me about a strap you're using f** you think this is? I ain't playing Hitman game Now bald headed white boy shoots and Everyone's in black suits like the Hitman game URL King Of Performance, uhhh let me throw the debate in I think Roc took ya spot like Coke in the 80's I'm in the Dot again Deep Waters just pa**ed me the strap in case I actually need it So if I have to act like an idiot it'd be more clapping and screaming Then you and Showwoutt after a remix It's Horroh, the one that brought a Tom in Gerry's house To put holes in every wall like Tom & Jerry's house But his chick saw em, she let me knock out on the couch I ain't rob her, but she still had the Shotty in her mouth Your chick loves that hard white, not the coco But tonight I will be over your bird like the sponsor's logo I'm meant to believe the plasticine gangster theme? I'm meant to believe you're in the banda with a strap in each hand as you're trapping keys? Rapper please, you'll be shook in the suburbs Probably get robbed by a gang of geeks I mean he walk in a white hood and stay quiet, well that's Assa**ins Creed What's big money to small change? Two words after this (BALL GAME!)