URLtv - Charlie Clips vs Hollow Da Don lyrics

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don] I want to let y'all know, I wasn't even going to show up today I got some bad news this week... My grandmother got bit by a bee y'all It was one of them East African bees, it's not funny But when I heard this was for y'all, I showed up, so let's get it I said… Charlie, Charlie, Charlie… I'ma be calm Charlie… I ain't gon' lose my voice "You'll get engaged with the rage" --I ain't gon' do that, boy This is battle rap, anything past, we can scrap for that Don't stand here talking between my rounds We got Smack for that If I say something hot my n***a, I don't want no dap for that Oh you just want to be friends and play with these words… Well they got apps for that! n***a f** your entourage, this for that parmesan Since the boss been gone You turn to Scott Baio and put Charles in charge NAHH! Cause when Charles was gone he was dissing you Saying that you owe eight I got double that versus Surf and bought an Audi '08 He seen my car and was like you got all of them dollars I know your persona, don't hate Oklahoma Nevada; your initial state was the NV… OK So I can stand here laugh with him Or I can k** him with the cold face Cause you took my bar verse Ars about brushing me wrong and flipped it with the Colgate… That ain't what the Don say Who gave you bad directions? You lost, took it the wrong way Now I got something that'll hold clips So I load up with the old clips First two was hot and the third got stuck like the old Clips You know the old Clips that stumbled in his old clips Then said they old clips, ohh Clips You stumbled all 2013 and now you claiming you the best n***a Since they gas him I'm supposed to be Pat n***a Well vrooom… I'm a vet n***a And you X-Factor not cause your priorities set n***a Cause every chance they get the fans make your head bigger My first gun was a .38 revolver, I got that from my n***a Roger My point is before I even knew about Clips I was already popping And just cause it was GrindTime I didn't stumble out, or come up here with the "I-I-I got you, duh-duh-duh" mumble mouth Sonic the Hedgehog game If I get hit on this stage, rounds keep coming out You barely have thirds At that point you should've got fired from it, son I see you lazy like McGrady so you'll never retire number one He's so redundant and simplistic, y'all all know that one Clips bit Where he goes into a scheme and you can predict it way before he spits it? He's like... I'm in that flying Spur then I'm dunking in my homie's charger Got twenty, take your top off, that Ginobili spark ya My other gun, Kawhi Leonard, this is the homie darker Then he'll say something about point guard, a nine and what y'all see coming… (crowd predicts: Tony Parker!) What about when he said, "I'm way better and way clever" Say something about Pacquiao or ring and what y'all see coming… (crowd predicts: Mayweather) See what I'm trying to say? Them bars like the next exit off the highway They know when to get off, you tell them it's coming a mile away But he does have fire writtens, he got fire writtens Like when he said without Clips, Hollow ain't k**ing sh** But if you freestyle half your battles, there ain't no fire in pen Then what good is Clips? I ain't saying your sh** wack… But bro, it's the same move every time you kick that Setup punchline setup punchline - that's how you spit that? Just a candy rapper with 4 bars; you a… (crowd predicts: Kit Kat) - see how easy it is to predict that? The aim gon' change his range, the range gon' change the bang, the bang gon' change his frame, the frame gon'… Boy yo' b**h ugly as hell my n***a, I mean his b**h is just aww You like battle b**hes, with gun lines… b**hes with bars?!? Rule number 1: this is a business and the mix is a flaw I don't mix it at all You won't hear a single drop bout I; no Kendrick Lamar But he went from Ash Cash, now you hitting Couture n***a for bands I wouldn't smash that; no expensive guitar She the one against O'fficial, dressed like a dyke right? Hair everywhere; Scary Spice like That b**h look like Whitney on the pipe night Or Tina after Ike fight But you getting stacks now Get her hair done, put that hood boog in Fendi Ohh I guess it's your Lady's Luck We never seen her look good with Remy And you know what's the saddest sh**? I've been to they crib When he mad at her and she mad at him, it's hilarious Cause instead of arguments they actually start battling She be like, "if I come in and you textin, I bring the TECs in and start shooting" and he's like: "shut up b**h you losing" She storm out, go to the kitchen She like: "Charlie, you ate my food again? Charlie, Charlie…" He in the back talking bout "Guess what room I'm in!" But alright, alright… I ruined it… Bro, third round against Rex, you said the truest sh** But please, don't come up here and act like your mom's tough Cause I bet a thousand large bucks that in real life my mom will f** your mom up A'ight, a'ight let me put this up, let me settle down What he need to beat me, I'ma save that for the second round L.O.M [Round 1: Charlie Clips] Charlie Clips versus Hollow... Lux what up? Mook what up? I'ma k** one of y'all n***as this f**ing summer I like how you talk that sh** Here's where it goes down like a f**ing plumber I'll body every n***a on your side Put 'em in sleeping bags; that's a f**ing slumber And if your mom do hook on mine? Cool, we gon' jump your mother I knew I should've skipped you and went straight to Lux Cause after that Total Slaughter performance, your career was kinda dead to me But a little voice in my head, said "Nah, you Clips and if you gon' be the top gun… why not add a hollow into your legacy?" Plus I want to see what's the hype about… Cause if you rap like this then, how can anybody think you better B? Your voice hoarse, you leave n***as sleepy, Hollow, that's the reason you're not ahead to me You ain't beat grey hoodie Lux, you had the fake Black Panther With n***as in the background gripping a shotty How you struggle with fake activists But lean is what you sip for a hobby? The work I put in is rape; it's not meant for a Cosby Burberry shirt; my lines gotta go over your head first to see they meant for a body My third round against Rex one of the best ever My whole block was moving n***as ain't even asking about my pops They asking me how the Dots is doing I tell them n***as Shine shining, Murda murdering sh**, I think the Dots is moving I ain't wanna k** Rex But when a dot get in your face, you gotta oxy-cutem And what you gonna do, what you gonna do… Rap about my pops like he did? Pull out paperwork, Hollow? I'm not shook n***a I haven't seen my father in 20 years But still know how my pops look My real name is Charles Brown and I be letting that stock cook And if he try to Dee Brown, I will bang on him and not look Librarian; put the silencer on, "shhhhh!", if you do not book Ahh it ain't no Biggie Cause you gon' get a round more than a Pac hook I'll call my brother like "Bring the K D and then, Hollow give us that shock look Cause he got a feeling, the thunder about to get fired on the spot, ain't Scott Brooks I said listen Hollow, if your b**h is fine I'm bringing two fives to split your dime Chiropractor at King of the Dot; I'm tryna bend her spine Rondo working out in the gym; that's the biggest 9 Shot the sh** in East and the n***a died in Pacific Time I'm loco and bi-polar cause I don't celebrate but I wave toast I'll write Hollow is that n***a and that b**h on the same post If you try me off the Hennessy Then I hope you keeping your bae close Cause this little sh** sing at n***as and b**hes; it's Dej Loaf Put a sock in it, I didn't come here to show dude love Arms out and everybody in your squad get it; that's a group hug Recycling; I put the old beam on the new snub The Ray and the Arsenal working together better than U Dubb This is a part of war I'm throwing smoke bombs at your apartment door n***as coughing They ain't feel weezy this much since The Carter 4 Big sh** barking, it sounding like a retarded dog I'll let this sh** pow brother, it f** around and mark us all Fab put his shooters in the Uber, my whole team is in a rental Window down, they arms out but they ain't reaching for your demo I had to name the pump Ike, you gotta squeeze it just a little Or the kickback will surprise you like Tina in the limo I said on some G sh**, Hollow you my n***a But I need to know what the f** is up You had the chance to put battle rap on top of mainstream But then you f**ed it up It's like every round you got dryer and dryer, man you f**ing s** How you was able to clean Big T but couldn't wash Budden up? Your third round better be your best round Cause you not gonna survive another day Every time I rap, pull out your phone and text your mother pray Cause she gon' call Smack, Beasley And ask God why we took her son away And the sad part it's only 5 hours left till Mother's Day Mrs. Dinnananon, wa**up baby? [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] My n***a that round was cool But yo' b**h still ugly as hell my n***a, n***a we see this How you a top tier n***a with a PG b**h? Alright alright, I know y'all don't want to hear this Enough about this n***a b**h… Let's talk about how this n***a b**hed on a n***a dick for a year trying to battle, I had bigger fish Needed an extension when I got Loaded I wasn't worried about little clips All my battles been main events All types of rounds, I raised the net Since Clue was making tape ca**ettes And Jae Millz was in that Avirex n***a when I came in and went in, he came and went So let's place a bet, and when I win write R E S P E C T When you make the check n***a pay respect I said… these fans like to hop on dick but we don't do that We all riders, I hate to use this bar during a crisis I got to make the crowd riot so I'ma be more I got y'all… about a stolen scheme He gave to another battle rapper but originally stole from Queens It was about a vid, copped a Canon and shot one on 5th It was Loaded Lux, T-Rex, Head Ice, Charlie Clips (DJ scratching noise) Let me rewind it, this about to be my hardest sh** Leave the cannon co*ked I only need one shot when the fifth on me I don't care if Lux loaded It go through Rex' T, hit ICE' head then clip Charlie I could've just came through and put two in his abs, and he was standing there looking at sh** he never knew that he had I'm hyped shooting Belly, see me in Nebraska I'm saying if he dropping dimes to get me to Rico I'll have him eating this banana My man put away the ox so it's the Tommy he gon' blast at y'all Me, Nas or T-Boz; cause I don't know how to act at all This Shotty ain't a battle rapper or a pa**enger seat This n***a must've made a mistake if he said he asking for beef He left Ruby Tuesday to go to Friday's to get a sundae You just ate half of the week But on Sundays he a changed man, Charlie sits and stays home It's nothing religious, that's just usually when Chick-Fil-A's closed Charlie, you gotta bring something better and that's similes These burners and gloves go together; that's chemistry I had an epiphany, they said before this battle sh** he was a Harlem n***a with no bread... I said a Harlem n***a with no bread? They said a Harlem n***a with no bread I said that's like a BMX with no pegs, a frat party with no kegs, Friday with no Craig -- a Harlem n***a with no bread? They said a Harlem n***a with no bread I said that's a Rastafarian with no dreads A goalie with no legs, a Cali n***a that smoke regs A Harlem n***a with no bread? They said yeah, he don't even got a business or a LLC Do you got an ENI number or a tax ID? Ohh the only thing you own is CharlieClipsTV See that's cause he don't got no will, no drive, no ambition I seen all the money this man's missing, I got a confession See them “sike I lied” t-shirts y'all bought outside? My man printed I seen all the money that fam missing I'm like dog, I went and got it copywritten Your whole slogan, so now if you want to use it You gotta pay me some damn chicken, boy you do bad business! I actually got employees, you can come work for me An in turn my n***a you get that work for free I'm not showing his incompetence with no cruel intentions Own equity, it's no equity in views and mentions But if it is y'all went in on a Charlie Clips stock And made a huge investment But now that I'm giving you the business Watch them start losing interest My n***a you gotta start thinking like a boss Or I'll off his space and leave his achievements on the wall Wait you from Harlem, you ain't got no damn bars But you flipping put your man on, damn pause Wait, now I'm sounding like Cam'ron Y'all Ghostface twice the k**er she died, I was knowing that sick I'm the type to overdose with the sh** I challenge you to battle without [...] If son back out, I black out, my soul'll eat clips I know y'all like damn, I was f**ing with thun See Smack was fronting with funds, is DNA your brother or son? I know y'all like it's crazy on how I'm coming at son But his name's Clips, it's only right I'll put him under the gun By the way, your weight fluctuates like a boxer going up in weight You're fat big boned and you're big fat boned the other day I no longer know what the f** to say I went by his crib he was eating a bu*tered steak with a cup of cake That wasn't a dumb mistake I didn't mean cupcake, he was actually drinking a cup of cake Worry about the bars but don't worry what I got on But if you is worried LOMclothing.com Sike I lied I'ma say it now, sike I lied I'ma say it now… In order to make that happen You'll have to run in the Vatican church, ransack it Grab the pope, saran wrap him, back hand him like Sam Jackson Cremate his damn ashes with no damn ha**le Pull it out of the damn oven and make a sand castle [Round 2: Charlie Clips] Second round was all jokes for you huh? Crack another fat joke and I'ma go for your jaw I've been in the streets, they know I'm gutta without bowling a ball Two plus two, remember I'm predictable when I'm holding this four Sike I… oohhhh wait, I don't own it no more I had a long talk with D the other night This b**h walked by with a mean bu*t And I was thinking like damn I gotta bag her, f** raw and catch a mean nut D said "can I hang?", I said for sure you know how we do these s*uts Ohhh y'all think I was talking bout DNA… I'm talking about deeez nuts, GOT EEM!!! Hollow crack a smile, it's just a joke, try to save your pride Shut the f** up with the boos Hop in the whip, we about to take a ride I gotta take y'all on a trip, cause a couple of n***as I thought was cool with me started taking sides Cortez what up n***a? Come here boy… You know I know you personally, in the streets you real But in this situation you a f** n***a Cause I heard you had a couple of words behind your boy back when Math had got jumped, n***a You know what's crazy? When you ain't had no crib, I was there to move your sh** out the trunk, n***a Hollow ain't never let you stay at his house You lived with me for a month, n***a This is real facts You know what's crazy? I guided you through your whole career I held you during that whole Hollow bid Sad part about it, he come home and you jump in his arms LOM NY did way more for you than Hollow did He moved to Orlando, question: do you even know where Hollow lives? If this is really your man Give me the address right now to Hollow crib Exactly… damn you said it type fast… Well let me do it over here cause God is about to strike his a** Not just you… D. Chamberz, you mentioning me in all your songs Sad part is you don't even know how to rhyme You used to call me seven o'clock every morning Begging me to help you get on your grind I got more features with you than all of these n***as combined So I'ma be the first to tell you that you s** And you're never getting signed I know what y'all thinking, y'all n***as wanna boo n***as Or a n***a who battled Surf and started making it rain? Y'all love me a minute ago, now y'all getting as fake as his chain The problem that k**s me is y'all n***as big Hollow up And y'all wanna soup him like y'all wontons Y'all ain't with him for real Y'all only with him for the chips like Bon Ton LOM NYB, you always got y'all pom-pom, but where the f** was y'all when he was getting washed up by John John? John John walked in and he said LOM Then swung at him right at the door, but you fell, I got a multiple choice on how you got on the floor Is it A) The floor was slippery, you fell inside the club? Is it B) When you grabbed him you realized you not a thug? Is it C) It wasn't lean it was some other kind of drug? Aye John John, what was it? (John John: It was D n***a, all of the above!) [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] With the Math situation… we ain't saying you did not care We ain't say go to LA shoot everybody bring a Glock in there But bro… you is big as papa bear… You could've grabbed Dizaster or Aktive and stopped himm and been like "not in here" And he tried… but once them L.A. n***as started swinging you got outta there Your heart was pumping my n***a… you know what's funny Besides the fact that he's the only Harlem n***a that comes bummy He's so excited to get his little twenty thousand and I'm still spending Lux money Even though money don't matter here, I'm just here stating the facts Clips this is the most you ever been gave for a match And b**h I'm not Lux, you better thank me for that Cuz before this I know what happened… me and Joe… had a cla**ic But I never give y'all the insight on my life… so let me tell y'all what happened What you know about preparing for a battle when your grandmother bit by a bee Or… the very same day of the battle… you forget your ID… Real sh** no excuses… wait… that ain't me… that's what this n***a do If he unprepared during the battle he'll give an excuse… Embed it in the fans' heads that can bicker and use over did he win or did he lose Like, Clips what happened against Charron? Ohhh ohhh my n***a, that day of the battle my nephew caught the flu Well what happened against Illmac? My n***a that very same week of the battle my daughter in law turned two… I gotta throw a surprise party… It's real sh** I'm going through n***as is like C'mon Charlie quit with the sobbing You think these n***as wait hours and pay $100 to come in here and hear another n***a problems? Now I'ma pull up on the block… I'ma freestyle off the top… Sike I lied n***a… I couldn't stand up here and gave y'all a sloppy freestyle if I tried n***a… Wait this is genius… I can do this every time n***a I get in a bind n***a Just say Sike I Lied and rhyme n***a… my n***a It's so see through… Then Star popped the clip called you a snitch… But Clips ain't pop shots… You was standing there dancing round questions and knowing that's what got your pop locked Let's keep it a buck… Rex said he was with Alpo… and his pop flossed in a Lex coupe So if Rex was with Alpo and your pops was… it was a boss for respect too But there's something else about you and Alpo my n***a… There's something more that connects you Ahh it's so special… y'all both came up of k**ing a n***a when he was mourning his nephew Snitching in your DNA, so DNA… if you start selling coke and you wanna get down, tell em NO It'll sound like a Sixers game… he'll be playing with the Answer as he points… that's Eric('s) Snow I'll bring two weapons through, for snitches in the confessional A tech and a nickel if you wanna be technical Let's get to the point… you sarcastic hardy har But couldn't hang with me bar for bar in New Orleans during Mardi Gras If your man acting extra goon, leg shot when I'm stepping to him Split your sh** right before I left the room n***a that's an exit wound And bystanders get brutally beaten for beefing Brooklyn born we're brought up blind with beacons Not concerned with the corner concoct concurrent coronas Come with a caliber Charlie Clips condition confirmed in a coma I'm just playing with these letters and trying to be non bias I did some Bs B and some Cs see… stop whining I was in the box where n***as was not rhyming Ayo sticks and Top Ramen You nerds dot com'in and hating for the top comment I'm illegal but legal with desert eagles to see you Eagles and Regals leaving you see through… I equal them people that peeped you like a preview A sequel, shoot that needle with diesel position leaving you fetal Wait… I can't use mixtape bars? … That's cheating scrap But he did that with the Captain Morgan line in the Conceited match And he act like it was a free at that… Had me so heated that I was on his locator visit every place that he be at You can see that I listen to all of his CD tracks… And read every tweet he had… all 98,322 to be exact But who's counting? f** you n***a… I was stalking everybody, even the n***as that hold this n***a down I'm like… should I get at Clips? yeah well let me roast this n***a now Clips ain't fat… he just got a big ol back My n***a you got a wide body… you a big ol 'Lac I hate to be your friend when we was young and some kids wanna scrap Cause it prolly be hard as hell to get your back… I'll palm the toolie… he gon' take shots to the head like John Belushi I'll put this b**h on ice like Yamaguchi Silent k**er for the mob… that's Sean Kakhuski See I usually don't stop y'all during these battling verses but I guarantee there's a few of y'all that thought that Sean Kakhuski was an actual person… Be the same n***as that fall for Clips' fifty and fifty nine Surf with an AR on his hip… I don't get it when they rhyme But enough of that y'all ain't seen me mad I guess y'all right the devil wear Prada… … Cause I'm about to get my evil bag I'mma skinny n***a… I could care less about grandma good a** cooking You f**ing with a crazy n***a… … That'll run in the crib and give grandma that good a** whooping But y'all know I'm so motherf**ing mean with it… I take that grandmother a** whooping back and do a whole 'nother scheme I said I'm probably just weird As I walked up the stairs I broke a bottle of beer Bent her over stuffed it hard in her rear Twist it out as the bottom just teared Blood was everywhere, a lot was smeared And I used it to write on the wall “Hollow was here” But y'all know I'm so motherf**ing mean with it… I bring that grandmother a** whooping back and do a whole 'nother scheme She senile... can't tell who what which and when I took doo doo from her diaper with some chocolate and mixed it in Fed it to her, told her it's a Twix and then… She said is it supposed to taste this nasty? I said honestly the sh** depends She said on what? Repeatedly she get beat with an iron… And I tell your grandfather… get the f** up out that wheelchair And I sit down like… “Wheeewww” n***a I'm tired… That was a long day of a** whoopin for Charlie Clips… Damn your shirt hardly fits… FYI… they got the salsa chips avoid the garlic dip I'm just being real with you… I'm knowing this true… Your face could tell it hurts inside of you… [Round 3: Charlie Clips] How this sh** go again? "Your man Charlie Clips had one battle and think he top three now And how his name Charlie Clips if we only seen three rounds?" Damn that was tough, that was back when he was hungry, fire, and pause you had a lot of flame in you But over the time you became a vending machine Hollow You don't know why? I'll explain to you See Shady Records got a little hongry, they pushed bu*tons and you was the one they put the change into You chased that man around more than Kaylin Garcia It was to the point I felt ashamed of you You threw money on stage and told Surf to strip It was at that moment I seen the lame in you You flew Calicoe's pops a thousand miles And still had a debatable with Lux Hollow you let the fame get you See I wanna show you this 40 Glocc But I'd rather school you before the Game hit you Cuz you chose the stage name Hollow And it's crazy how that name fits you Cuz see the definition of "hollow" is basically unfilled space And with a name like that How could y'all even think he gon bully Clips Cuz see what bothers me is that he chose a name that means empty, but your whole career you've been full of sh** Shall I continue? Work out Hollow Let's see what being brolic get you Till a chhhh chhhh, till a hollow hits you And the doctors change your name while you asleep Cuz you done woke up with something solid in you But oohhhh, you not that type of hollow You an expanding bullet, basically you a hollow-point But if we go to trial and Hollow point at the n***a that shot the hollow-point then what the f** is Hollow' point? Exactly, see you didn't choose the name Hollow God gave it to this man and the sh** special See he gave him the name Hollow cuz he's sharp and with the right aim he probably could split metal But you're just a Hollow so stay in your lane Cuz when you went against an Arsonal We all seen how that kid stretched you And remember hollow can't go nowhere unless the clip lets you This is some powerful sh** I understand y'all gon' get it, don't worry about it… I probably won this round on that alone One lil scheme and a lil bit of wordplay You wanna know what's crazy Hollow? I ain't spit a punchline since like Thursday You want one? Ok cool, you about to get him in a bomb way From now on, May 9th is national "What the f** happened to Hollow Da Don" day I'm extra legit, I got a gift at rapping, you in the presence of Clips Imodium, aye D, don't let him get extra with sh** Cortez' real name is Ernie And he rolling with Hollow looking all desperate and sh** Now Ernie the one I should k** if Charles right next to the Smith Hollow, go head and give it up, give it all you can But let your next of kin know that I'm the God in the clutch Remember he played Street Fighter he never used Balrog And left y'all in disgust? Well I used to battle rap for free in the yard before lunch Till I picked Balrog and learned you can charge for a punch It's over, yes Hollow, he the best I'm in your mom's crib, she need a vest Trying to leave blood all over the pad, but it ain't PMS Ski mask on, 40 coming out the waist, he about to see her d**h They ain't seen a black face raising a Cal since BMF And you said you could beat me bar for bar, Hollow? I'm from New York where we let off rounds And my n***as will smith you for seven pounds Wait wait wait, that's X-Factor sh**, right? I'm bugging y'all I gotta chill How abou? Grown man bars is something he got Wait, that's Rex' sh**, right? Yeah I'm bugging y'all for real How about? So it's Showtime, stupid n***a I'm not trying to steal I'm Shang Tsung; I'm just turning into all the n***as I already k**ed My legacy is solidified, Drake voice, your sh** is kinda iffy though You beat Illmac after Con beat 'em, you beat Big T, OK really bro? I murdered Verb, I murdered Roc And what I did to Rex? Silly though And Factor? His career been f**ed That ain't even going to Xvideos So let me ask y'all in the crowd Raise your hand if you think this s**a a legend I did at first till Arsonal k**ed him, no debating n***a f**ed up his record, then he lost to Surf right after that See I don't f**ing respect it, I just wanna know: when you go against red mans, what the f** is your method? Listen Hollow, I am the greatest, I do believe in the hype But let's just say n***as don't think I'm Jordan And Mook laughing cause he thinking he Mike But when Mook lil daughter gets older And they go to ask her who the God She not gon' remember Michael Jordan But she always gon' remember LeBron I'm about 6'8'', 6'9'', 250 n***as get scared when I come to the f**ing basket I jump in traffic They say I'm not aggressive because I might up and pa** it Oh y'all still thinking I'm talking about Lebron Naw n***a, I'm old school, I f** with Magic I compare myself to him cause I'm sick and my son a f*ggot And you snooo datttt This n***a will never be Michael Jordan, if anything he Pierce But the reason why I compare him to Paul is wonderful See you talk down on n***as like you a wizard Trying to make him feel all uncomfortable You tough when you was with Brooklyn But when you not with your team you soft and huggable I ain't gon' lie, you the truth But your career gon' end with this Wall in front of you I could've spit a thousand f**ing bars this round But this n***a needed to be humbled, yes Hollow you need that That LOM sh** you got on your chest, you talk it but I bleed that Drake offered me $20,000 to battle DNA I turned that sh** down like I don't need that I didn't even battle you for myself I k**ed you so my little brother could have Queens back Loyalty Over Money I told you Hollow, if y'all remember in the first round I said make sure your third is your best Or you're not gonna see another day Every time I rhyme, take out your phone And you better text your mother pray Cause she gon' hit Smack, God and Beasley And ask why did you help take my son away What time is it? It's only about five hours left till Mother's Day