Hollow Da Don vs. Tay Roc URLtv (Ft. Hollow Da Don & Tay Roc)

{Tay Roc chooses to go first}

[Round 1: Tay Roc]
They said I can't gun bar him to death, what is that shit 'bout?
Smack, Joe Jackson: makin' me put this hit out
Wait… this gonna take a minute to get out
It went from concentration to constipation
I been sittin' on this round waitin' to get this shit out
Ay, but y'all keep callin' him the GOAT
You about to get your feelings hurt spittin'
I carry (curry) these to whatever crib he in (Caribbean) and take this jerk chicken
Like, "Where that coco? Bread?"
I box well, you don't know Roc well
I put the whole blade in him, then start twistin' the oxtail
The real is back
This the perfect place to get you at
I have a nigga that love New York hit you with a midget MAC
When you face the fifth it ain't a bottle of liquor
You will get clapped, the pistol whip
Think you some type of guerrilla (gorilla) 'til you hit with the silverback
Faggot! Y'all keep talkin' about he hot, so what?
This your funeral, I hope everybody on your block show up
If Roc show up, no cops show up, Glocks show up
Ariana Grande shit, I hit a man chest or (Manchester) the spot blow up
You not so tough, nigga! I grip heat, aimin' and I'ma clap
Like a taco stuff, you see meat hangin' out the back
Fuck them angles that you use
If I don't understand Hollow's point
I whip out on Hollow, point and give him a hollow-point
Light bars!
You look like you came to cop blow
I will aim the Glock low, let it bang and drop bro
Y'all can praise him but the Tay will stop 'Lo
After I kill him y'all watch this King Tower: that's Jamie Foxx Show
Once they paid me my dough, this problem was all yours
Black mask, I'm flashin' sticks: that's Star Wars
Sawed off, try to run, I'm all for it
I'll chase you with it, runnin' with the Thunder, I'm Paul George
I'll be damned if they caught me, if you plannin' to rob me
I hit you with one K, that's a band what it cost me
You tryin' to wrestle? Tell this man to get off me
I had my bitch point with the long nose: that's Diana Taurasi
Am I wild? Yes, this gon' turn into a foul mess
Buck fifty from cheek to cheek, you'll get your smile stretched
Hollow try me, this guy die next
Cowboy revolver, I will Smith him with a wild, wild Wess'
Ay, I can take that same bar, redo it better
I'm evil and clever, y'all try to put these pieces together
Strapped with an Eagle and Heckler
Now I'm Will Smith in Wild Wild West
Actin' out with a big machine and (in) a Desert
Who is this man tryin' to play with?
Potato on the barrel, banana for the K clip
I can trey-eight shit, the snub better
But in the closet I got a D.E. and A.R. at the top like a love letter
That's light!
I'm the type to answer you before I know your question
And send your soul to Heaven
This shit gon' get so upsettin'
All that jokin' is yo' profession
I'll put an apple in your mouth then hang you over a fire: that's a roasting session
My nigga, we not the same
I wouldn't be me if every other bar these niggas didn't hear a chopper bang
Like play with me and get murked, fucker
I got somethin' ugly for him and it kick off the shot like Dirk jumper
Boy, I will show up to your funeral with a straight face
Buck fifty you while you in the casket, then say grace
I will pop the tre eight, you'll get caught with the pound
Think Bill Cosby's rape case, this shit will lift a star off the ground
But real shit, if shit go further than fuckin' rap
Snuff this cat, open up the trunk, you get stuffed in that
A couple clap, won't hear right when I buck the gat
I keep squeezin' till somethin' fly in his ear like, "What the fuck is that!?"