URLtv, Math Hoffa, John John Da Don - Math Hoffa vs. John John Da Don lyrics

You make the worst life decisions
I've been wantin' to do this for so long
You a virus in battle rap and
I can't let you go on
You steal bars, you stole
Jones, you stole Hollow, you stole Con's
You stole Dose's, even Soul Khan
The list goes on!
But that's five cats, I'ma stop at 5 cats
Nigga hold on
You took five cats and put them together
Well that's actually kinda clever
'cause now I understand why your punches are
All bites: you think you're Voltron
Now there's two things about you that make
You the worst kind of lame
So I'll combine the two and make a multiple
Choice on why you stole Hollow's name is it
(A) You was suckin' dick and
Tryna get a buzz?
(B) You was suckin' dick and


Tryna get a buzz?
(C) You was suckin' dick and
Tryna get a buzz? But we know the answer is
(D) All of the above
Now, you steal every fuckin' battle
So don't tell me to switch the topic
On behalf of all the battle rappers here
You need to stop it
When we rhymin' and you come around
You know what we do?
"Ayo it's John John, watch it
Watch it, watch it, watch it!"
When you leave we slam the door, lock it
And check if you picked our pockets
Look you doin' this for profit
If you gonna take a bar from a nigga at
Least buy him a drink after you swap it
But this gonna be your
First battle not stealin'
You need a dropkick
'Cause if you ever had some hot shit
Then you wouldn't have - wait a minute
You about to try flip some of my shit!
Well I'ma do it before you can do it
Nigga watch this "They say the eyes are the
Window to each soul
In your eyes I can see you
Climbin' through windows to steal flows
Bars! I hit the side of your grill
You will doze
Wake swole with your eyes sealed
Closed from steel toes
I'm a veteran with a thirst
For beheadin' these lil' hoes
My among the legends
My measurements still grows
John John can't see me in the ring: I'm Bilbo
Baggin' these motherfuckers before they
Can feel cold

It's Hoffa! Everybody know that
Hoffa's the realest
Everybody know I solidify my
Spot with guerrillas
But, you a faggot rapper
Battlin' for the spot where the deal is
You solidify your spot in the village
Suckin' cock with them niggas!
DNA's bars I see, mi bars son ahí
So try not to fall asleep
You know his bars tight whack
And I'll be here second round to
Bring the bars right back hoffa!

You ready for some real bars now?
Math Hoffa, NYB that's what you rep right?
Me? I ain't nothin' but pussy
That's what you said right?
And you pop off at any
Sign of disrespect right?
Fuck you! Suck my dick! Pussy let's fight!
Bully who? Do I look like Dose to you?
Speakin' of Dose and you
Right now you owe it to
Fuck how you swung when he
Got too close to you
'Cause, I'm a real nigga
You just did what you was 'sposed to do
I ain't Dose, try me if you want
If you want to play ground you
Can swing if you want
Get a halo and a fresh pair
Of wings if you want
A one-way ticket to see BIG if you want
All I see is a punk, he get live on the stage
I'll yoke him with the burner
Like I'm fryin' the egg
Then put the clippers to his temple
Like I'm linin' his fade
Grab the stock and cap his ass
Like he's tryna get waved
I'll slide the gauge in his mouth
Down this nigga's throat
To show Goodz I don't need Earl
To make a nigga choke
Y'all gon think he's signed to Eminem
When I grip the toast
Watch him get shady after Math
Get in the scope

Math, you know that Yonkers bitch that
You been in them flicks with
I ain't gonna say no names for three reasons
(1) That's some snitch shit
(2) She happens to be somebody
I'm still friends with and
(3) When I get back to Yonkers
I want my dick licked
The bitch blew my whole gang
So we call her Tookie
She don't let me port no more
Then I'ma off her coofy
Dumb aim so I got a gun
Game like Call of Duty
These clips got my Smith & Wes
Cravin' to shoot the horror movie
These clips, Wes Craven, horror movie?
But these clips don't need no subtitles
It ain't a foreign movie
These clips will put this dick in
A box like a porno movie
These clips will be releasin' on
Demand like an ordered movie!
No more battles for you
This was your last cheque
Now it's time to see you in
Hell so take your last breath
Thinkin' I'm an all of the above
Well that's a bad guess
'Cause, I don't need a multiple choice
To pass a math test bars!

He said some shit about Dose
And he ain't Dose, dead it
You see why these niggas get no credit?
Nigga said he "ain't Dose, try me"
But turned his hat backwards when he said it
That shit corny! But, you a thief
You even stole Goodz' chipmunk cheeks!
It's body time, nigga, this gon' read
This my 6th battle this year
Guess you can say I made my mind up
School of Hoffa
Nigga sign up and step your fuckin' grind up
I got these battle rappers like oh damn
Math movin' like Conan
Four heads in one month? Jesus! in a row man?
This battle gon' be the same:
Jesus and the Romans no bitches in my crew
We Al Bundy and NO MA'AM
I'll clap you with both hands
Chop you in the neck
Backfist make you backflip then rock
You in the chest i'll dose you
But, I don't gotta drop you for respect
I'll catch you on your block late night
Pop you in the neck! You dead, brother
Now RIP to all the lost niggas
That watched gangster flicks and imitated
All of the mob figures
But in the mob you gotta
Get permission to off niggas
And this Don is not lucky
So we can't even cross fingers
Bars! But John think he the

Baptist and Hollow's the God
You wear his name, spread his
Word, he's your idol, your lord
But Hollow don't fuck with you
Unless you bible in blogs
Or Jew dustheads and can't tell
That this disciple's a fraud
We don't like you
John! You need to leave this scene
I'm nice, I don't even need to be this mean
For murder I come loaded with three clips
Beams that'll shine
I spot your tee I'ma leave shit clean
That's 48 shots that'll make me see ribs
Spleens they asked why son died
I told 'em I gave John 3: 16
You don't got bars like that, man!
Yo, your family will never
Stop mournin' like Regis
It seems ever since I battled Verb
What's up Smack?
Why these lame niggas is all I see?
I'ma start blockin' you and Beas
On my call ID
I mean y'all coulda gave me Surf
He got bars like me
But every time I face a Crip you see a RIP
You don't got bars like that!
Nigga said I don't got bars, fuck outta here
Them niggas lyin'
Sometime I spit punches so deep
Y'all don't get the rhyme
But, if I tell a motherfuckin' joke
You gon' get it fine
Either way I kill a crowd like
Boston when I finish lines
This nigga's dyin', oh

You got a lot of jokes
But where the fuck is your bars Math?
Joke all you want
That's exactly what you are Math
You ain't no "G" as in
Gangsta with your fraud ass
It's more like G-ometry 'cause
You ain't hard Math
And I know my geometry really well
Like he can have a-cute round written
But he still will fail
'Cause if I fail his 90 degrees
Then I'ma give him Hell
'Cause even if he takes the right
Angles it's still an L
Bars! Fuck how you grew up in Brooklyn
Bogart on blocks
How you use to rob niggas or what
You used to charge for rocks
You better switch it up before the
Rest of your stock market drop
'Cause all they really care about is if
You came with bars or not
So no old stories about how
You used to chop work you ex-security guard
That's what he mean he used to cop work
We line up like the tip
Agency if you got work
And the second I send my men it's ours
That's how we clockwork seconds, minutes
Hours you get your work clocked
I might have to rewind this shit
If you don't know what time it
Is off the first watch
Bars! Bars! I burst shots to get
Him laid in a coffin
You don't need an alarm clock to
Get a wake in the mournin'
I'm A1 when it's beef X steak I'm on it
You'll get killed in this
Bitch like baby abortions
I'm a student in this game
I know my math of course
So let this be the classroom
Where Math gets taught i'll add bullets
Divide his head to subtract his thoughts
But, I don't need a blackboard
To put Math in chalk

I can get you stabbed with
Hawks or pop off 4's
This gauge MJ: got a chopped-off nose
And blow his shirts off back
And his socks off toes
Like it's from Canal Street the
Way it knock-off clothes a million views in
I'm a motherfuckin' vet now
These old niggas suck
I'm the motherfuckin' best now
Feelin' disrespected? There's no need
To get upset now
'Cause, I'm about to make this bully
Look pussy in my next round

You said you spit gun lines
Because your fans prefer them
Types of punch lines
I spit gun lines 'cause I
Really play with the heat
No LeBron references i was
Raised in the street you wasn't
So if you got gun lines don't say 'em to me
'Cause you pussy
You wear glasses and your last name is McGee
MCGEE! You know how you sound to a nigga
That seen shorty shot and slain?
Everything go downhill 'cause in
Real life that 40 Glock is not a game
When Joe said he had to tell
His mother that her son died, i lived that
Back when them bitch niggas killed Black
And that's a real fact
When I battle you niggas
Inside I know I make you feel whack
'Cause my metaphors be hittin' harder
Than they real raps
And my real raps'll leave your
Whole character peeled back
If you trill and you really that character
Steal that but, you want us to believe that
You out in the world thuggin'
But when Bow Wow had a
Problem with Cat Stacks
He called you niggas up like
You was girl cousins
Y'all niggas beat up btiches? Yo son
That ain't a trill route
You got a brother called Bart
Right? Tell that nigga to chill out
We should call you Lisa 'cause you
Don't own nothin' you spill out
But since you wear glasses and follow Bart
I'll pull the steel out leave your wig blew
Now your crew can call you Milhouse!
Y'all niggas beat up bitches?!
Y'all some big bitch-ass niggas!
When Young was fuckin' up your brother car
Why you not jump out and get that nigga?
I heard got hit up though
But, you wasn't with that nigga
'Cause you bitch-ass niggas ain't
The get back niggas
You the "get back" niggas!
But while your bitch ass is
Out there slammin' hoes
I'ma need you to be clever
Bow Wow ain't gonna fuck with you for long
Your team's severed
I mean you lost to K Shine, you lost to 106
He's seen better
Plus we know Bow Wow ain't gonna
Stick around if he see errors
Yo, fuck this nigga man, yo Smack, you wrong
Beasley, sometimes I wanna close my
Hand and smack you wrong
But, I'd never do that 'cause y'all my niggas
But, I didn't wanna battle John
But now I gotta thank you for him
And I'll tell you why I had a change of plans
See honestly food for thought
I thought you was a plate of spam
But the way you be promotin' other
Niggas bars that's amazin' man
You see eatin' John John is really healthy
'cause he like Raisin Brans
DNA's bars I see, mi bars son ahí hoffa!

Definition of a bully: somebody who uses
Power to harm someone that's weaker
Now, would you mind if I
Be the public speaker?
On some real stuff he runnin' round swingin'
On lil' niggas so he feel tough but please
Don't believe his fake ass
'cause he real butt
Dose was too small and you know that, nigga
You ain't tough and Suge just exposed that
Nigga when he hit your hat and
Called you a ho-ass nigga
But, you a bully, Math
Why you ain't dose that nigga?
All you said was "what you call me?"
Pussy, he called you a ho-ass nigga
And what you do? Stand there
Like a ho-ass nigga if that was me
Then I woulda seen me fold that nigga
And give Shotgun shells to reload that nigga
You tried to bully Arsonal
It ain't look like it work
You tried to bully Pat Stay
It ain't look like it work
You tried to bully Hitman
It ain't look like it work
Now even though you snuffed Dose it
Ain't look like it hurt for what it's worth
Bet the bread that they gave you
You get too close I'll give you
The toast and the cake too
That biscuit gon' cook and leave
His muffin on the table

A headshot'll turn his butter roll to a bagel
With the burner he gon' see these
(what's that?) rounds comin' out
I'll raid worms at his apple
(what's that?) rounds for a scalp
I can give his men toast
(what's that?) rounds for his mouth
And everybody gets a shot
(what's that?) rounds on the house
Nigga, you ain't got bars like that
Stop rappin' 'bout guns
You ain't hard like that pay attention
I just said he ain't got bars like that
Now spell it out 'cause he ain't
B with ARs like that you came with jokes but
I'm not playin' tonight
You wanna keep it all rap, bitch
I came for a fight so please
Don't say the John if you
Ain't sayin' it twice
And if you don't add the Don
You ain't sayin' it right goodnight