[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
Let me guess Hollow, my whole act is a front
Cause I'm a D2 All American that don't drink liquor or don't smoke blunts
My point is he gon try to convince y'all that I'm this hype wanksta
But remember, that's what frauds do, they stereotype gangsta's
I battled Yung III couple years ago
Went back and forth, you know, a debate
Some think he won, some think I won
Wasn't my best battle but it could go either way
But that don't even matter, cause that's my nigga up to this day
I'm just preparing y'all for the shit that I'm finna say
Hollow beat III at Fight Klub, now even though I think they robbed son
I been using you, think stupid, I'm a Hitman I use Hollow's to get the job done
But you lost to Arsonal, cleary, no debating
If a nigga say I lost to Arsonal
(You know he hating)
Matter fact I'm the reason why Aye Verb ain't kill him
But I had to pay 'em like 3 or 5
But our contract was different between the two of us
I told Verb make it a tie, so I can suit him up
Dope head crackhead nigga, What? You shooting up?
Head in the clouds
You ain't doing shit but shooting up, but you got protection now
Chopper knock his section down, grab him by his neck and... I'ma save that for the 2nd round
If you gon smoke everything you selling than what you stack for?
Silly, that's the type of shit you get smacked for
I beat him across the head with bottles [?] in everything that's shattered
And then ask him "What's that hardcore act for?"
Then walk away it ain't shit to leave a square on glass, he a backboard
7 1 minute battles, that make him a vet?
He freestyles here and there, what?
That make him the best?
On the real dude cool, but I don't think he a threat
See I got too much of this, he Hollow there ain't enough in his chest
I'm at school doing way more than work on the desk
What's a crawl to a walk? I'm a whole other step
You a junkie that can rap, high off Meth
Everybody wondering why you ain't die off yet
See I'm cruising through Jersey Shore that's where you find me at
Surfing that ocean with a chopper, where the Tsunami at?
First of all you like 5'6" nigga, you a tiny cat
On my worst day I'm a Bentley and you a Pontiac
See you a turtle/snail in a mile race, back to you
Hold on... stay in a child's place
During beef who'll run? Big clip, toolie gun
Don't matter the crowd I shows out like the movie done
Let his brains hang a little, you know, sag 'em
Pull him by his neck and his feet, you know, drag 'em
Chop and say "bag 'em!" Forensics will have to treat his toe like Peyton Manning
And Franchise tag 'em
All that loud shit I ain't worried about
Watch how you carry yourself before they carry you out
Y'all probably thinking, "Holla first round retarded"
Not at all, I'm just getting started
BALL GAME!
Let me guess Hollow, my whole act is a front
Cause I'm a D2 All American that don't drink liquor or don't smoke blunts
My point is he gon try to convince y'all that I'm this hype wanksta
But remember, that's what frauds do, they stereotype gangsta's
I battled Yung III couple years ago
Went back and forth, you know, a debate
Some think he won, some think I won
Wasn't my best battle but it could go either way
But that don't even matter, cause that's my nigga up to this day
I'm just preparing y'all for the shit that I'm finna say
Hollow beat III at Fight Klub, now even though I think they robbed son
I been using you, think stupid, I'm a Hitman I use Hollow's to get the job done
But you lost to Arsonal, cleary, no debating
If a nigga say I lost to Arsonal
(You know he hating)
Matter fact I'm the reason why Aye Verb ain't kill him
But I had to pay 'em like 3 or 5
But our contract was different between the two of us
I told Verb make it a tie, so I can suit him up
Dope head crackhead nigga, What? You shooting up?
Head in the clouds
You ain't doing shit but shooting up, but you got protection now
Chopper knock his section down, grab him by his neck and... I'ma save that for the 2nd round
If you gon smoke everything you selling than what you stack for?
Silly, that's the type of shit you get smacked for
I beat him across the head with bottles [?] in everything that's shattered
And then ask him "What's that hardcore act for?"
Then walk away it ain't shit to leave a square on glass, he a backboard
7 1 minute battles, that make him a vet?
He freestyles here and there, what?
That make him the best?
On the real dude cool, but I don't think he a threat
See I got too much of this, he Hollow there ain't enough in his chest
I'm at school doing way more than work on the desk
What's a crawl to a walk? I'm a whole other step
You a junkie that can rap, high off Meth
Everybody wondering why you ain't die off yet
See I'm cruising through Jersey Shore that's where you find me at
Surfing that ocean with a chopper, where the Tsunami at?
First of all you like 5'6" nigga, you a tiny cat
On my worst day I'm a Bentley and you a Pontiac
See you a turtle/snail in a mile race, back to you
Hold on... stay in a child's place
During beef who'll run? Big clip, toolie gun
Don't matter the crowd I shows out like the movie done
Let his brains hang a little, you know, sag 'em
Pull him by his neck and his feet, you know, drag 'em
Chop and say "bag 'em!" Forensics will have to treat his toe like Peyton Manning
And Franchise tag 'em
All that loud shit I ain't worried about
Watch how you carry yourself before they carry you out
Y'all probably thinking, "Holla first round retarded"
Not at all, I'm just getting started
BALL GAME!
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