[Round 1: Charron]
What up Toronto?
I got this spot movin'
Old school MMA, even my boss rootin’ (Bas Rutten)
Kick in ya door like, "How's my girl Donna The Mom doin'?"
Hit it all night, she was talkin' 'bout my stamina
She called me "Cha-Ron Jeremy" you were watchin' it on camera
Skate on ya bitch once I pop missus Don Cherry, it's hockey night in Canada
Now I got somethin' that'll hold Hollow
So I'll reload with the old Hollow
Kill him in the winter, you "snow dat" like the old Hollow
Now I got him panicking, voice about to crack again
Pat I'm holdin' down the Darkside, call me "Anakin"
Stiffer than a mannequin, silver (Silva) like I'm Anderson
Buck it, buck it, buck it (bucket) like Oshawa and Hamilton
Yo, I'm 'bout to go OFF
This bitch is so SOFT
Will he dyin' I'm still firin', I'ma throw SHOTS
'Ganik like, "Bro STOP"
You fucked up my dope SPOTS
Give this guardian angel so much smoke, even his Ghost Drops
You came to Canada cause we have the best syrup
That's how I know you're a fiend
Plus your whole style is just, "To beat me, do you know what you're gonna need?
You'll need the first blunt that young Snoop Dogg twist
You'll need the energy of Ghost and Sheek when they had Wu-Block mixed
You'll need the two top hits from 2Pac's list
PH's music, Bender's multis and Pat's boots he used to moonwalk with
You gon' pay before I pull up; that's Uber
You get gettin' tortured over a rack; that's Luger
My whole crew with the smoke; that's hookah
White shooter, walk up on the Don chic; that's Luka
You said last year L.O.M. made 90G's...Nigel please
Yo fam' nyze your beak
Yo, who here is worried about what he's got on?
Don't you hate when he pretends he's done like, "L.O.M. Clothing.com...Sike!"
This is where his voice gets real loud
He'll fuckin'....go to your daughter's birthday and poison the clown
Why you lie about your closer? It's annoying the crowd
How are you Hollow when you never off on point with your rounds?
Rose on Bar Stool [?] on Power
I'm on the same show where Clips at
Nearly every URL freestyled on Flex, you never did that
You could've been famous as the GOAT, all you did was sit back
So how are you Hollow when you never expanded after you made an impact?
I got layers in the cut like a Mach razor
I'll have him changing colors in the Dot, that's a Ciroc flavor
I dare you to punch me, I got favors from youngins I'll have you drop later
In this game, why would you rock someone when you know that they got paper?
The jaw breaker that drop Fraizer
We bomb on him, we got Jaeger
I'm old fashioned with the smoke like I'm Don Draper
The Don breaker, it's Wilder than Deontay when you got paper
He's 19 with a .40 too (42) and he's poppin' some Dom later
You got tailored (Taylor-ed) like John Mayer
I'm not Sega we got blazers
A lot safer than Sean Taylor
No Las Vegas we all Raiders
What up Toronto?
I got this spot movin'
Old school MMA, even my boss rootin’ (Bas Rutten)
Kick in ya door like, "How's my girl Donna The Mom doin'?"
Hit it all night, she was talkin' 'bout my stamina
She called me "Cha-Ron Jeremy" you were watchin' it on camera
Skate on ya bitch once I pop missus Don Cherry, it's hockey night in Canada
Now I got somethin' that'll hold Hollow
So I'll reload with the old Hollow
Kill him in the winter, you "snow dat" like the old Hollow
Now I got him panicking, voice about to crack again
Pat I'm holdin' down the Darkside, call me "Anakin"
Stiffer than a mannequin, silver (Silva) like I'm Anderson
Buck it, buck it, buck it (bucket) like Oshawa and Hamilton
Yo, I'm 'bout to go OFF
This bitch is so SOFT
Will he dyin' I'm still firin', I'ma throw SHOTS
'Ganik like, "Bro STOP"
You fucked up my dope SPOTS
Give this guardian angel so much smoke, even his Ghost Drops
You came to Canada cause we have the best syrup
That's how I know you're a fiend
Plus your whole style is just, "To beat me, do you know what you're gonna need?
You'll need the first blunt that young Snoop Dogg twist
You'll need the energy of Ghost and Sheek when they had Wu-Block mixed
You'll need the two top hits from 2Pac's list
PH's music, Bender's multis and Pat's boots he used to moonwalk with
You gon' pay before I pull up; that's Uber
You get gettin' tortured over a rack; that's Luger
My whole crew with the smoke; that's hookah
White shooter, walk up on the Don chic; that's Luka
You said last year L.O.M. made 90G's...Nigel please
Yo fam' nyze your beak
Yo, who here is worried about what he's got on?
Don't you hate when he pretends he's done like, "L.O.M. Clothing.com...Sike!"
This is where his voice gets real loud
He'll fuckin'....go to your daughter's birthday and poison the clown
Why you lie about your closer? It's annoying the crowd
How are you Hollow when you never off on point with your rounds?
Rose on Bar Stool [?] on Power
I'm on the same show where Clips at
Nearly every URL freestyled on Flex, you never did that
You could've been famous as the GOAT, all you did was sit back
So how are you Hollow when you never expanded after you made an impact?
I got layers in the cut like a Mach razor
I'll have him changing colors in the Dot, that's a Ciroc flavor
I dare you to punch me, I got favors from youngins I'll have you drop later
In this game, why would you rock someone when you know that they got paper?
The jaw breaker that drop Fraizer
We bomb on him, we got Jaeger
I'm old fashioned with the smoke like I'm Don Draper
The Don breaker, it's Wilder than Deontay when you got paper
He's 19 with a .40 too (42) and he's poppin' some Dom later
You got tailored (Taylor-ed) like John Mayer
I'm not Sega we got blazers
A lot safer than Sean Taylor
No Las Vegas we all Raiders
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