URLtv, Hollow Da Don , Goodz - Hollow Da Don vs Goodz lyrics

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 09
And Ewing's at the line
At his last battle all the bitches was like
"Look at Goodz!"
‘Cause unlike Brad, them pit's
(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!

This is exactly what I mean, nigga
Matter fact I can't say that about Hollow
He one of them extra baggy jean niggas
Last battle I was sweatin' crazy, respect
I'm hood but that was a $300 shirt
That Burberry made that sweat look good
Now, Hollow can spit
But let's make it clear though
Besides the fact that Hollow can spit
He's a motherfuckin' weirdo
I deal with O's, I deal with pounds
I deal with bricks with some to share though
It's absurd the way I get rid of them birds
I'm a motherfuckin' scarecrow
This bitch had the nerve to ask
Me was I prepared though i said, "Bitch
I be killin' these niggas drunk!
You think I really care, ho?!"
Truthfully I don't even think that
This is fair though
To put a nigga that got so much style
Against a nigga that'll wear those
It's nothin' you could do with me, Hollow
If you called a U-Haul you ain't movin' me
Hollow used to think you was nice, but
Now you be losin' me, hollow
How you gon' pull and shoot at bullet-proof?
To kill me y'all gon' need
A few of these Hollow's
I take Uzi's and make movies
For the best actor call my gun Nem
You see that dot? I x factors
All these battle niggas wanted to
Battle who the best rapper
I don't give a fuck
Long as them rounds is done
I get that check after
But, you lost to Arsonal, cleary
No debatin'! In my five battles if a
Nigga say I lost cleary, you know he hatin'
But Hollow don't grip tools, we know he ass
I really played the block, skipped school
Wouldn't go to class
I always had street smarts
Never ran on niggas
So I ain't have to know math
To put hands on niggas
Disrespect and shatter 'em
Had to shit Conceited out just
So Rex could battle him
Now in the streets I'ma kill you
‘Cause the street peoples knows
I'm what you put your money on
But you the stripper
‘Cause you might only beat me on the poles
(polls) ask Heez, he shoot the shotty
I move the oxy's but he is losing sloppy
Wish he could disappear
I said, "yeah, can chew him properly"
This ain't a battle, this a wake
Y'all just here to view the body
I done diffused a lot of plans
If y'all niggas heard one of
Hollow Da Don's songs
It'll be like when AC's first came out
‘Cause you'll lose a lot of fans
That's why I'm sleepin' on Hollow
A lot of snoring
That shit you do, I mean, it used to be cool
But now it's boring
I'ma need a freak in here with a
Fat ass that bleached her hair
Hard statements, God patience and Jesus' ears
I'ma need Henny, Remy
Another bottle of Henny
And when that's half past gone
I still won't be able to
Listen to them wack-ass songs
Now that's mad wrong
But you don't just snitch
You test the equipment you get
Your lab rat on y'all could view horror yell
Be happy you here to witness
This the view slaughter hell
I got a prediction for this new Sparta, well
My prediction is
You gon' take so many losses in the Ultimate
Rap League that you are a L (URL)
Buck 50 cross his face and his skin
If I don't like him that's when
The trouble wait to begin
Suffocate him 'til he die
Suffocate him again they say
"Why Goodz always drinkin' while he battle?"
‘Cause, I'm already celebratin' my win!

Now if I go to my writtens
Right now I'd definitely murk you
But, I'd rather come with fire off the head
Mike Jack's Pepsi commercial
Nigga talkin' about Hanz like
You nice with these
Niggas call me Hands ‘cause they
Can count on me
This nigga said my songs is terrible
And he said my beats is trash
They don't care how I sound on a beat
As long as I beat yo' ass
Then I heard Goodz got bags
I went to the BX to see
How much for each pound
They said, "Goods, bags
What you lookin' for, Key Food or C Town?"
He send niggas for me now
I send niggas 6'3" now
Caught him on the rebound
And slammed his ass without lookin'
Like Dee Brown
His man, Charlie Clips, did one battle
And he think he's top three now
How we supposed to believe Charlie got clips
When we only seen three rounds?
The shit about you that's hideous
Your neck got baby fat and it's sickenin'
How I'm supposed to believe
You spittin' clips?
Quit with all that jibbersish! Nigga
Your neck is still ticklish
I mean, that's where grandma tickle him
Make him sandwiches
His breath start smellin' all pickilish
She feed you ridiculous
So when he talkin' beef
He ain't talkin' bang burners
And gang murders
When he talkin' beef he mean
Flame burgers and frankfurters
So the day Goodz hold a semi
Will be the day Oprah Winfrey
Host a show for Biggie
Or Suge Knight chauffeurs Diddy
Through Corbert City
But the day I miss a step
Will be the day Goodz gets a neck
Any day I step on this nigga's set
And say, "Fuck what y'all niggas rep!"
‘Cause if I'm vexed, put him to sleep
Drag him on my jet
Just to make the picture clear
Kill him in the air that's a high death
(Hi Def) now let's look on the bright side
At least he can't die no more
I heard about you in the interrogation room
When they bodied bol
I wasn't a hundred percent that
Goodz dropped a dime before
So I let that thing start ringin'
And if he start singin', then I'll be sure
(Al B sure)
He screamed on Conceited ‘cause he small
Got in Tech-9 face ‘cause he
From out of state
But he battled ICE in Harlem and
Gave him a lot of space
He even laughed at his bars
It was tirin' and sad
He looked like a jolly-go-lucky son
Was admirin' his dad
Then he invested in a CD
And tried to get cake
Rent came and got evicted with his mixtape
Should've bought a toilet and a ruler
And tried to get your shit straight
Shit face! That purp I need a gallon a jug
Or half a gallon Goodz will
Lose a gallon of blood
My niggas aim and squeeze when
We bust these arms
He tried to reach and was spittin' out blood
‘Cause he brushed me wrong
Then I'm gone, then I'm on to the next
One, on to the next one Aye, Goodz
Why Swizz treat you like a stepson?
Always let you hear beats
Never let you catch one
You mad ‘cause all my dogs fly, like Jetson
And I keep a gun in the
Crib for if intruders creep
You'll scream, "Who's there?!", I shoot
Then speak i could run in your shit
And cock the Ruger piece
‘Cause you ain't got no heat in your house
Your soup is cheap
And you super cheap, can't renew your lease
But when you rap, houses are nothin'
You got two or three
Truthfully I do it to divide the cake, nigga
Who are you? A hula hoop
‘cause havin' you around's a waste waist

Your last battle I was sweatin' crazy
But, I ain't got no regrets, mayne
Check game
I put these bird niggas under my wing
Right by the sweat stains
Grab Hollow, throw him in a head lock
While I'm tryin' to break his neck
He screaming out, "Yo, Chamberz, help!"
I'm like, "Shut up
Lil nigga! Take this sweat!"
You's a dick-rider, Hollow
No man I see get the steppin'
‘Cause it's clear you joined
NYB for protection
I mean, I just don't get it
You got a name, you spit it like it's true
You a well-known battler, I mean
You get a lot of views
Okay, here's somethin' I wanna ask
Why would you take a fraction of your career
To do numbers under Math?
NYB the heat, Hollow LeBron, Math is Wade
It's still the same theme
‘Cause you couldn't do it by yourself
So you went and got help
But it's still Dwyane Wade's team
Don't get me wrong, y'all, all aight
But just don't go together, don't act rowdy
‘Cause, I ain't tryin' to approach you
Niggas to roast you niggas
I just might have to coach
You niggas I'm Pat Riley
Normally I don't do this, but I said
"Let me watch one of Hollow's battles"
Try to get some life from him
So I put on Hollow vers' Okwerdz
And started to write for him
Now, after the third round I
Fuckin' hated I watched him
‘Cause all they was doin' was
Yellin' back and forth what the fuck
Y'all had a relationship problem?
If he sayin' he poppin', he stuntin'
How y'all gon' put half a gal of Goodz
Against this nigga with a weak stomach?
I got a riddle for y'all
If I got two races and he won it
When I slice ya, just think
Chrysler buck 50, buck 50, 300
Y'all can't tell me Hollow ain't a dope head
What y'all think, he be leanin' off the lean?
No, Hollow get his nose fed
He set a scene with promethazine
Don't mean to shock and play you
But how you spit thinkin' you sick drinkin'
Somethin' that a doctor gave you?
Me and my niggas play like
The doctors play too
‘Cause we lay niggas down and give
'em shots like they do
Your dry thoughts will show in the end
I vaseline all my bullets
Make sure they go in his skin
Aim low for the shins
He catch darts from that Macy Gray
Four four blocka, it's like cocoa butter
I stretch marks and make 'em fade away
Who wanna take his place? Y'all
Rappers play rounds scared
I keep all of them in they place
I'm like the gel your bitch use
I make 'em lay down here (hair)
I mean, do y'all really listen to the
Way this nigga rap?
"I tie you to a chair by your
Hair and make you disappear "
Hollow, that shit is wack
Why you rap like you constipated but
Think you tryna flip out?
But then again I think
Your raps are constipated
Sound like it's hard to get your shit out
My crib got a bar and a big couch
You look like you live with your moms
Got kicked out
Y'all think Hollow the rebuttal king?
Well you in trouble, bitch
‘cause I'ma show them
When you got time to think
It's easy to rebuttal shit
Now this might be a freestyle to y'all
But while I'm rappin' all he
Doin' is thinkin' of bars
This is actual fact, no fibbin' for a gimmick
He gon' take those same bars
And put 'em in the beginning of his written
So before I let him do everything I just said
For the love of the sport
I got one question for Hollow
How the fuck is it gonna feel
To rebuttal a loss? Faggot!

Did y'all hear Goodz writtens?
Those were some good writtens
Now good riddance nigga, them bars was trash
I should reach for the waste and dump
And get rid of all this trash
Your garbage ass belong inside a garbage bag
Chop you up, put you in zip locks
And we'll all be Glad
He said I don't rebuttal in
The middle of the writtens
He said he'll put me in a headlock
But, I got sharpshooters with head shots
Bang! bang! bang! Craig's pops
You kinda new, but niggas tired of you
What, you a old amateur?
Run up on you and yo' manager
Flip no spatula, or I hammer ya
Like the old Gallagher got Glocks that slang
So, it's not a game when I said I sold
(Soul) Calibers
How you compare a Glock to a Dillinger?
A drop to an Avenger?
And since I brought that shit up
At first I was like
"I'm not gonna battle ya"
I should've did you like a
Charger and dodged ya
‘Cause this challenger is not in my caliber
But then I said fuck it
And then he turned mad puss
He knew he'd get his ass cooked
You knew it'd be a bad look
I put the pressure on him
Like, "Do the fucking battle!"
He was mad shook he knew I was fire
So I damn near had to strike him
Just to get a match booked
Then he tried to hit me with the sob stories
He said, "You know my boo Sue?", I said
"Your boo who?"
He said, "My boo Sue, she just got cancer"
I said, "Get over it boo hoo"
Out of spite, have niggas run in the crib
Rape his boo boo
The baby cryin', pistol-whip him
They got a lil boo boo
And I was tight my niggas raped your hype
But, I ain't polite, banged her twice
Bust a nut up in your pregnant wife
You know just to make sure the baby's light
He came home, took a shower
Smelled somethin' when his face was wiped
I used your towel for a nut rag, nigga
Them my baby wipes now he claim he nice and
Hustle hard like Ace Hood
CO's invested, dropped it, straight wood
Now that label wish they could
Go to the 1700's
If they could, and trade Goodz
Wait, Goodz, let's not get it misconstrued
This ain't the BX versue QU
This is "unnnhh" versus "ooohhh"
This is "yayyyyy" versus "booooo"
Look, look, look, this is Hollow Dininon
In the spot, Queens represent
Versus youuuuuu
Cool, your bitch, I supplied her with ten
Big dick
His bitch thought I was high off extends
Nigga, that's for callin' my boots Lugz
That's a lie, they were Timbs
For gamblin' with his life with one dice
He gon die with his man
Now, cool, this is the plan: clip him
Then start clippin' his man
Grab the 4, go loco
(4Loko) , then get rid of the can
Now with the 6 crackin'
Goodz gon' turn true blue
With 5 poppin' Goodz gon' leak soo woo
Now think about them last few bars
And let the numbers mix
Goodz just got his head cracked 4, 5, 6
And earlier I ain't call out Clips and Rex
For a battle I just felt they
Crossed a line of disrespect
But, I apologize to the fans
‘cause if I want a battle I ain't gotta
Ever ever ever ever gotta call y'all name
Ball game! Where he at? Ball game, nigga
BX! You snow that!

Wait a minute, his man talkin' about BQE
He wanna brag on a rack
But no one from New York still
Wear tags on they hat you must be dreamin'
Who you think you better than?
I saw you smack-boxing with the rookies
Now you swingin' with a veteran
Hollow rep LOM
And they keepin' him for President
Do y'all know what LOM mean?
Leaning Off of Medicine
This has got to be the
Cleanest you have ever been
Beasley, why you keep givin'
Me these dirty niggas?
Hold on, Smack, pause all the cameras
Hollow one of them niggas every time
You see him they filthy
Shit, I thought you was an auto mechanic
Back-to back warrin' with cannons
I got two arm shells
Get his bitch the whole magazine Blu Cantrell
Fuck this rap shit, I'm ridin'
We shoot arms well nigga, Hollow never roll
He got that new car smell
And we ain't stoppin' till the war is done
To beat me y'all gon' need Math
Cortez and Hollow all in one
I'm hurtin' him, I start to squirtin' him
That's word to my daughter
That slaughter come if I grab that water gun
Back to battle I saw what was goin' wrong
I wanna say sorry to my fans
I was gone so fuckin' long
But, I was thinkin' of who to battle
Thinkin' of all the stories
Knew Math and Rex ten years each
Clips my fuckin' brother
The rest of you niggas bore me
I thought about battlin' Aye Verb
But that nigga's so fuckin' corny

(Fight breaks out and battle over)