King of the Dot - Hollohan vs Cortez lyrics

[Round 1: Hollohan] When real G's you know get their hands dirty you don't even want to ride a little bit You ain't never seen a body there ain't a scene of a homicide that you visiting Cause when you can cross the border to get up on the side I'm living in Then what I'm trying to say is you a law abiding citizen I mean, how'd you get here? You hop in a box at the post office? Dove through the sorter? You got some connects at the airport some local supporters? I mean, you could be a criminal, murderer, known for the torture Cause we all know it easy for Mexicans to get over a border Cause you got cute stories 'bout how you grind and you steal How you popping that Glock and the nine you conceal But I'm a coke head so I can always spot when the line isn't real Yo, when I murder, it seems euphoric, it first release endorphins I got words like Wheel Of Fortune When I heard you beat The Saurus I was sure it seemed contorted Like a circus freak performance Your s*ut mother was a p**n star in the 80's All the boys been through her I remember her from more films than Troy McClure See, you just scared to take a loss to me, that's why you made it promo Otherwise this fabrication you making up Typical rat snitch, do anything to never face a judge Cause no one believe your thug sh** It's nice as a gimmick You picture being a boss and just start writing your visions You ain't in the run for nothing and never spend a night in the prison It's Hollohan AKA G.O.D., I live a life that you mimic Plus, you ain't a real artist, I make you empty your pockets I'll find a bill if I check in your wallet and k** targets I make you drop and give me twenty like a drill sergeant See I'm the main core you the second string I tell this b**h to take me to his leader then behead your king You can run and get your gat, I'll come back with that heady swing I'm like a blind man, I use my hands for EVERYTHING! And if I go against my word and I'm not enforcing my motto Then I'm like an alcoholic, SMASH, resort to that bottle I dream of Heaven but Hell is where I sleep I can't leave until they tell me I'm released See hands are coming from my f**ing stomach from my center they will reach It's rappers I've eaten trying to escape the belly of the beast Cause you speak with such conviction But that huge ego must've given you tunnel vision Cause you clearly can't see how much you s** at living See I can just predict it You come in spitting a ton of writtens About nothing but just a bigot who's muscle ridden with a bunch of drug addictions When you make all the New York cats look like the content of Too $hort's raps f**ing b**hes I've been in this b**h since way back Every battle I've been in I've made it a great match If my homie didn't lie and do me dirty, I would've ate Pat Straight facts But it remains that I'm hungry so ASAP So Organik tell Sketch's ghostwriter wants his chain back [Round 1: Cortez] Now, shout out to Toronto, the entire Canada, King Of The Dot See, I appreciate y'all reaching out But before this battle...goes any further ...There's some sh** that me and you gotta speak about You have an STD Jeff You're a racist, you're a hypocrite And I mean we all know that he do d** And I would never wish jail upon any man but goddamn How is this a person that y'all approve of? I mean it's your fault Trav', all the time y'all invested Y'all even made "Free Hollohan" shirts You tried to earn him a check and I get it he's Canadian he represents y'all But I can not respect it unless the proceeds go to every girl you've infected You have an STD Jeff You never wanna try and stop He goes unprotected, spitting game to get inside the box You went raw dawg, you burnt shawty up inside her twat The girl pressed charges and that's why this guy gets locked So that manslaughter charge he fronting 'bout? Please n***a It ain't cause you fired shots It wasn't cause you in the hood you dumping and you ride with Glocks Though I hate pigs, I send a shout out to them hired cops That kept Jeff stuck behind the pen like writer's block You have an STD Jeff You exchange like the rental How the f** is his name G.O.D. but he flame like the Devil? My blood's raging impatient, cold case with the kennel Four blazing a raging, cause Menace when I Sketch you I'm crashing in this infantry, I'm waiting for the heckles Red lasers on a target from the basement to the bedroom Get him wasted every thing hit Get a face lift and a head wound with his wig split Legs get amputated from the leg wound Now his casket resembles Jet Blue cause it's spacious with leg room I don't take sh**, but if you dare stall like a restroom I'll get pissed, you'll need more than a cesspool I was supposed to be in Canada giving Dizaster devastation But instead I'm at war with G.O.D. like Revelations A facade, a mirage, you cling as imitation only linked by the six degrees of separation You're a fan, a Stan, to me, is defamation And Hollohan's Hollow Man to me, he's Kevin Bacon HOW THE fu*k Y'ALL RIDE WITH HIM?! He ain't as loyal as a patriot You diss Pat Stay? You disloyal, ungrateful b**h Jeff's a mere mortal, good G.O.D. you make me sick I came to turn my back on G.O.D. like an atheist And like I said, I appreciate y'all reaching out But just wait till round three, there's some sh** we gotta speak about [Round 2: Hollohan] You think your fake claims of racism could affect me? Like Jeff would fall? As a man of color, if you truly thought I was racist and didn't swing on me right now, you have no self respect at all So when you proved you're doing it for reaction So here's the lesson getting dealt Cause when you don't believe it yourself than why should anybody else? So choose the spot in time to sign the dotted line in blood I go on autopilot and become a homicidal thug I represent that squad from the Darkside who slit guys throats Laugh as your guts spilling out of you, like it's an inside joke And I ain't gonna stop until you're dead in my basement and I'm removing your organs like a church renovation Cops will discover your team k**ed for no reason, so they won't have the story Just find a bunch of dead rats, like an abandoned laboratory Or how 'bout I bring you to Scotia when the tides in As the high water's starting, I'll watch you sink/sync from the dock, like my iPod was charging Cortez, to try to maintain the feeling of my higher power You'd need a line of coke cut with rifle powder a hundred times an hour This f*ggot straight dreams of weddings and bridal showers But your girl gets f**ed by me with STD's every time that I'm around her She confides for hours in me like a guidance counselor First I build up her trust, see I empower Then I deflower, I devour She'll cry for hours Swearing she's still dirty while she's lying down inside your shower I f** yo' b**h in your living room That filthy ho is pathetic More things happened on the couch than The Simpson's opening credits So that's why when I looked at your squad I don't see thugs Just a bunch of p**y's trying to mean mug So I'ma bang hammers inside of Cort'/court like a Supreme judge Man I can't cope with my stress, I'm going insane I co*k that rifle with the scope with the aim My home is the range And I ain't talking about where the deer and the antelope play See time is money so I'll pencil you in for a scheduled visit 'Tez will be tricking on the block to fill, I got many positions Once my album drops I'll be the best in the business It's called "Heroin, Steroids and Empty Syringes" The only time your presence is listed in court is when you rep as a witness A real hustler knows the rules to that street professionalism It's no question of interest, you bring disrespect to the business You'd rat out your friend for your mistress You definitely snitching You'd give up your own son in less than an instant If it meant it would get you acquitted without any conditions You'd rather run to the Feds or the confession you've written Than ever accepted and listen as your sentence is given That's why you never will ever live inside of a federal prison Pretending he's sick like he went to visit a medical clinic When I brainstorm, clouds change form, rain pours, switch the weather conditions I rap and that temperature's risen And since all Mexican women are obsessed with religion I am G.O.D., but what makes you believe that me and the Devil are different? [Round 2: Cortez] I get it, y'all laughed at that Mexican joke, right? Race jokes, Spanish jokes, again how original? Really Jeff? They'll never guess, I'll flip the race card Didn't Pat Stay say it best? To think that he's racist but who cares if he's white you racist piece of sh**, all you do is stereotype So why worry about my skin color? Who cares if I'm spic brother? When every race joke still applies to your spic mother! How the fu*k is he a skinhead, but he's half Spanish? Either this guy's confused or y'all thinking that this guy's cool Like I ain't heard about that race war in your high school You white pride hypocrite, f*ggot I despise you But you only hate spics cause that spic b**h denies you How the f** is he racist and he a skinhead? I mean, he read the flier and damn near backed out Cause because "Black" was in "blackout" How the f** is he racist and a skinhead? But he's still trying to act real like it ain't minorities that influencing every sk** Nah, I won't fight son, blacks, he don't like 'em But got treated like a slave when Pete beat him and took him out his chain just like one Is it me or is he looking mad right now? Yo Pat! White boy sweating out his tan right now You in the hood it's cause you part of the Klan right now I dare you to say the "n-word", you'll get beat to the grave Then you'll be hanging off that line like disobedient slaves That's a wrap, grabbing that battle ax, I carve him And half of that, I crash in his habitat Your carca** will splatter a**, crack it and I'm damaging that Target with them gats I have Half of his head and back, altered, I'm a savage/monster Battle rap's harbored up and Matt will rap more than's in the Halifax harbor C'mon man, how the f** y'all ride with him? Thinking that this guy's real {fake chokes} f**, I f**ed up, right? [Hollohan] No you did. You straight man go [Cortez] Damn, right? Nah, nah, nah I'm just proving that f** up was something like you A f**ed up life Okay, last night I seen him Twisted, mouth foaming, lockjaw Y'all told me that he's sick, well the doc called I'm quick to call bluffs, then I let it ring if you shot caller I give you star six, seven like a blocked call I get this guy tied any day Fire flying any way So if he trying to fight then I strike like the NBA I slam him, he swollen in a stretcher Over that ring you get split, like Kobe and Vanessa I seen him at Battle Tactics, battling Don Juan You grabbed him by his collar, shook him like pom poms If you grab me Jeff, sh**'ll get heated like long johns Turn this whole rap scene into Battle Raps Gone Wrong Wait, hold on I don't think that you're a savage Every battle I eat, I still feel like I'm famished Jeffrey you're looking scurred, the crowd can see that you're panicking Your chances of winning here about as slim as Organik is But you ain't a boss, how you think you commanding? So what if they Mobb Deep it's me who's bring the Havoc And like I said, I appreciate y'all reaching out But round 3's next and there's some sh** we gotta speak about [Round 3: Hollohan] Yo Cortez, you know why I know you a true b**h? You said if I shook you like Don Juan, I did during that line and you didn't do sh** And what you say I'm covered in racist tats like on my chest is a swastika Shut the f** up til Jeff is to dropping ya Ground impaled, getting on top of ya You're just an impostor pretending to rep the Mexican mafia You ain't a big boss you Rick Ross, correctional officer Soon I can travel the world, I can have your body separated in different sections than Bosnia Your head is left in Somalia, rest in Czechoslovakia Family up late at night like feeling effects of insomnia And did you go by my first name of a very familiar serial k**er so I guess I'll just Jeffrey Dahmer ya You hear a noise and get paranoid, over your shoulder where you looking back But this my city, there's no Biggie, where Brooklyn at? Huh, where Brooklyn at? See Organik wants me to k** him with buzz, cause this dude straight filler See Travis just wants to witness a murder for G.O.D. like Dexter's Doomsday k**er See I'll expose what's inside of you, like a straight razor slice When you this weak, a haymaker may take your life I'll leave your blood all over the walls like a spray painting site Then make money during this Blackout like a late Vegas night sh**, I heard you was moving to Canada I was tripping that Cortez be my neighbor man The way he release statements at police stations, I knew I had to change my plans Dip in a repair truck out front that look a lot more like a surveillance van And I phone all the homies on the block ain't nobody called a maintenance man You and that dude that just battled Dizaster, was doing B.N.E.'s all the time I heard that you was the lookout while he was inside But you left the first second the police had arrived It wasn't the first time this rat purposefully left DNA at the scene of a crime C'mon man, you had him set up, it was just part of your lies You threw him under the bus that Arsonal drives See, you probably loved it when the officers rushed in and brought me to justice Now I'm causing a ruckus, the wrong one to f** with, a boss to you s**ers Doctors are coming out to get him to the hospital rushing Cause I'ma beat you til you got a concussion and need machines to get your oxygen pumping Causing a constant obstruction to all of your bodily functions You think your squad crazy? I get every person here in Toronto rush him Have you laying down with your hands on your head like abdominal crunches I'm surprised you got outta bed for this Ethnic joke Maybe think we would never meet It's weird a lazy Mexican would live in a city that never sleeps Yo, cause you don't posses that natural gift so you have to prepare harder Flashback through his life, go to rapper to scared farmer You're a New York Mexican, I'm Madison Square Garden Yo, how come I haven't battled in a year and people are dying to see me bury my opponent? How come you haven't battled in a year and...no one cared or even noticed? How come you're considered more established but haven't touched on half of what I've done? How come you're ducking Dizaster but willing to get murdered by the man he bit his style from? Yo, so you were straight p**y to make this promo Like now it's just some performance and we did it together I don't give a f** Organik, next vid' of mine that's released it better be another win on my record How can you be the face of URL? When since birth I been banging needles and smoke pipe I should be running the Ultimate Rap League cause I been on Smack my WHOLE LIFE! [Round 3: Cortez] You know, doing my research and watching your battles There's a few things I learned from you Your bars don't hold weight or pack punch versus personals Like you battled your best friend, Pat Stay, nd he exposed the whole world to you And since you're my Canadian doormat, I'll use facts to kick dirt on you But I'ma put all the bullsh** aside for a second, let me talk to you I'ma point out your flaws and faults and what's wrong with you You're a Genius On Drugs, correct? Well what's going on with you? Do you get high to hide the demons inside that are haunting you? Like Bruce B? May he rest in peace And I would never disrespect him And I know this is a touchy subject but f** There's a rumor that I heard about y'all with I'm disgusted Jeff Don't get upset, just be real with yourself Cause every drug that Bruce did, you dealed it yourself Every line on the canvas, tattoo and every tablet You're the worst kind of friend, you influence his every habit He got high from within he hid his vulnerabilities And since you taught him how to get high, I think I'll teach you about responsibility Real friends help you make your self If I was him as a fake friend I would hate myself All them 'roids and the c**aine, I would hate my Hell If I'm the reason my man's dead, I would take myself No pause and metaphors, I'm dishing it the realest way Cause your actions then, are the reason he ain't here today Now, I told y'all, I appreciate y'all reaching out But there was an STD, issues about racism and an issue with Bruce B that I just had to speak about Now that you're exposed, Trav' pa**ed me the check Cause this wasn't a battle, it was more like a reality check And y'all doubted I would lose to him and jeopardize my top tier Well I'm deaf, not here/hear I did it for my G's in the bing, locked down they got years Never snitch to the judge, booked or they got scared But not you cause in yo' eyes, you got the snitching So I bring his campaign/camp pain like a politician You want beef? I co*k back, I start the spitting Bring it to my door and you'll pay like you got admission How the f** y'all think this f*ggot on my level?! How the f** is he a G.O.D.? All I see is a white devil Him? A slight rebel I squeeze get my blaow on Creep the street or we gon' beef til the cows gone The Scotian's perimeter is blocked about a mile long The son of a gun, but I'll clap like a proud mom Okay now, zoom in, look at the eyes of this loser now Canada Is this the same guy y'all approve of? I think not, Team Homi, Team Homi YELL! I just caught me a mean body!