[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I hate being predictable
When people know what I'm 'bout to say
So fuck it, let's get the underarm jokes out the way
The way he was sweatin' rivers
It's like he had canoein' on his mind
Like it was playoff time, clock 0.9, and Ewing's at the line
At his last battle all the bitches was like, "Look at Goodz!"
‘Cause unlike Brad, them pits (Pitt) wasn't lookin' good
Then I heard Goodz got a gun connect
He gave him the chrome credit
Goodz said, "Thanks for the arms!"
Dude said, "Don't sweat it!"
Then he won a stack from Rich Dolarz
But he was still stressin' rhymes
Him and Lux jerked Mook, but he swear he had the better lines
He like, "I beat Rich fair and square
I swear that cheddar's mine!"
Now he think he gettin' close to the god
Just cause he get his bread and wine/whine
Set the date and set the time, I separate his head and spine
Levitate, let him fly, leatherface… nevermind
I got some other shit set aside, who think Goodz is tough?
Good, ‘cause I'ma show you Goodz ain't good enough
I'll wait for him to get a deal, run up on his white Hummer
Give him five like the Jackson's
And leave him on the will like Mike's mother
Even he said: "Don't fuck with Hollow, he's a pipe buster!
He'll be the first to let it fly," you right/Wright, brother
I'll leave him baffled and shocked, I throw tantrums a lot
That pipe with me, rice crispies; I snap, crack you and pop
Black MAC stashed and a Glock, never mind
Let's talk about how he stare at the crowd for reactions
Like they ain't get the rhyme
I mean, what you say is gay, ‘cause you pause after every line
Then he said Conceited is sick with that house in Virginia
Why you talkin' so Malice?
Like we don't know about your apartment in Dallas
He the overprotective type
He lookin' for a bitch to spend the rest of his life with
I'm lookin' for a bitch to spend the rest of the night with
Your wife, shit, we play good cop, bad cop with that trife bitch ‘Cause you hand-cuffed her and I gave her the night stick
I mean, I didn't wanna hit his bride
But it was wetter than a Slip'N Slide, and I just slipped inside
Now, why you say you battled Cassidy
But he never say the outcome?
We know Cass got a deal, he got left without one
Hooked up with Swizz in early 2000
And that's when he got with Cass and then dropped your ass
Damn, we thought he did Mashonda bad
But it's on to the next one, on to the next one
So I'm on to the next one; I can't forget that ho Rex
That rap like he got mo' checks, but last time I seen him he had a boost phone that's so old it don't text
And he rap about G5's, but when he battled Okwerdz and had to go West, no jets, but they coach Rex
And Goodz gon' play Mark Sanchez and start jettin', fam
‘Cause I'ma come with that cal to see him (coliseum)
And make sure the metal land (Meadowland)
Now, I know that last bar wasn't like super duper duper cold
But it is if you compare to I'm a Giant and need a super bowl
LOM, you Snow dattttt!
I hate being predictable
When people know what I'm 'bout to say
So fuck it, let's get the underarm jokes out the way
The way he was sweatin' rivers
It's like he had canoein' on his mind
Like it was playoff time, clock 0.9, and Ewing's at the line
At his last battle all the bitches was like, "Look at Goodz!"
‘Cause unlike Brad, them pits (Pitt) wasn't lookin' good
Then I heard Goodz got a gun connect
He gave him the chrome credit
Goodz said, "Thanks for the arms!"
Dude said, "Don't sweat it!"
Then he won a stack from Rich Dolarz
But he was still stressin' rhymes
Him and Lux jerked Mook, but he swear he had the better lines
He like, "I beat Rich fair and square
I swear that cheddar's mine!"
Now he think he gettin' close to the god
Just cause he get his bread and wine/whine
Set the date and set the time, I separate his head and spine
Levitate, let him fly, leatherface… nevermind
I got some other shit set aside, who think Goodz is tough?
Good, ‘cause I'ma show you Goodz ain't good enough
I'll wait for him to get a deal, run up on his white Hummer
Give him five like the Jackson's
And leave him on the will like Mike's mother
Even he said: "Don't fuck with Hollow, he's a pipe buster!
He'll be the first to let it fly," you right/Wright, brother
I'll leave him baffled and shocked, I throw tantrums a lot
That pipe with me, rice crispies; I snap, crack you and pop
Black MAC stashed and a Glock, never mind
Let's talk about how he stare at the crowd for reactions
Like they ain't get the rhyme
I mean, what you say is gay, ‘cause you pause after every line
Then he said Conceited is sick with that house in Virginia
Why you talkin' so Malice?
Like we don't know about your apartment in Dallas
He the overprotective type
He lookin' for a bitch to spend the rest of his life with
I'm lookin' for a bitch to spend the rest of the night with
Your wife, shit, we play good cop, bad cop with that trife bitch ‘Cause you hand-cuffed her and I gave her the night stick
I mean, I didn't wanna hit his bride
But it was wetter than a Slip'N Slide, and I just slipped inside
Now, why you say you battled Cassidy
But he never say the outcome?
We know Cass got a deal, he got left without one
Hooked up with Swizz in early 2000
And that's when he got with Cass and then dropped your ass
Damn, we thought he did Mashonda bad
But it's on to the next one, on to the next one
So I'm on to the next one; I can't forget that ho Rex
That rap like he got mo' checks, but last time I seen him he had a boost phone that's so old it don't text
And he rap about G5's, but when he battled Okwerdz and had to go West, no jets, but they coach Rex
And Goodz gon' play Mark Sanchez and start jettin', fam
‘Cause I'ma come with that cal to see him (coliseum)
And make sure the metal land (Meadowland)
Now, I know that last bar wasn't like super duper duper cold
But it is if you compare to I'm a Giant and need a super bowl
LOM, you Snow dattttt!
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