Hollow Da Don vs. Joe Budden

Round 1

Hollow Da Don

I came to rule this stage with that Budden swag…

That’s a visual punchline, I’m bout to get in my fuckin bag!

Damn! You make light skin niggas look bad!

But that ain’t even why I’m mad

I had this booked with OnDemand and it was crazy litigations

He said he want his peoples to do it

Even though talk is cheap I said pay me in a statement

I was feeling weird cuz they millionaires

But they was lazy with the payments

Cut my cash in half and now I’m in a Shady situation

I mean maybe I’m just buggin

Joe signed with Shady, Shady picked the judges

Plus they won’t pay me what I wanted, these labels think they something

We live and breathe the shit, CEO’s? They just get stats and read the shit

Like, “Hundreds of millions of views off of battles? We need this shit

We’ll take 85% fuck an equal split

We’ll have Slay come and host, he’ll read the script”

“What about the battles in the house?”

“Mehh, throw em a couple G’s that’s it”… Wow, geez, that’s it?!

Jimmy Iovine die please and Rosenberg eat a dick you fat piece of shit!

Trying to book his own league for chips but barely even seen a clip

When they first asked Paul about battles, he said “no luck”

Now you don’t want to see us fail? Sho nuff

I know it all, it’s about Slaughterhouse, the CD sales done slowed up

Let’s be real, besides Em, Drake and Hov

The rest of these rappers is barely breaking Gold!

Whoa… So big Bozo it? Well homie gon clown this nigga

Destroy every person, place, and thing, I will NOUN this nigga

I know y’all like, “Hollow all over this stage, he wildin nigga”

I’m just givin y’all a preview, I’m bout to rap circles around this nigga

He can’t escape, he a hoe to me

He too/two bitch, Floetry, he get close to me…

Nah put up that Jagged Edge, I got 112 I want Joe to see (Jodeci)

Since Total Slaughter shitted on the champ, I’ma act a fool quick

It’ll be ill when them two 4’s in the center of the BULL shit

I know that’s an old reference

And some of y’all might not have known what I said

That ain’t something you caught, right?

Well cool, it was for ‘em to go over ya head

I’m shootin’ like Craig Hodges, that Arm strong I ain’t missing nothing

And you Dennis Rodman, cuz you nice around that Mic/Mike

But sometimes you a bitch in public

When that occurs (Kurr) long nose, I’ll Pippen something

Since Joe Dirt, old shirt, I’ma have y’all missing buttons/Buddens

Now I know you probably thought that was a punchline about

How a shirt is missing buttons

But it was about the movie Joe Dirt, he used to wear an old shirt

That was missing buttons

I went psycho, melee round the time we thought...[unclear]...killed AJ

Like a knife with a AK, shootin like Michael on game day

Now wait, wait, wait…

I know you new fans like “why you talk about the guns you use?”

This battle rap, gun bars what the fuck we do!

If I really had a problem with Joe I’d be coming thru give em that 1 & 2

Stumble dude, make this nigga do the bugaloo

Wait, wait, wait I don’t even know if that’s a dance but it was lookin cool

That’s for disrespecting legends, you know I got love for Wu

You can’t fuck with Meth, ya ODB, this that Brooklyn Zoo

Must I reiterate, you know how these labels go

Take a artist, rape him slow with that fellacio

His tape went gold but he gotta do 80 shows to make some dough

Try and do that to battle rap and I’m saying no to this Shady show

And that’s the staff, Eminem, you still my favorite bro

Joe Budden

We could put up whatever he wanna wager

Honestly for me it’s nothing major, this ain’t even a battle it’s like a favor

But I’m the underdog in fact

Well 200 grand for 10 minutes of work, I don’t really see a loss in that

Now this is like your squad seeing a ghost

When Don get close, same as God seeing a roach

He gon tell a few jokes but that don’t matter if he wins

Cuz my money long, so how he gon laugh at my expense?

But they say he know all ya business, you don’t know none of his

You at a clear disadvantage? How the fuck you gon win?

That’s when I grab my chin with a grin right there

Let’s begin right there, that’s the win right there

I mean you brought this to...[unclear]...you threw that bait out there tryin’ to fish

Well be careful what you mafuckin wish cuz it’s backwards where we goin

For you this a moment of a lifetime, for me this ya lifetime in a moment

You should introduce yourself for a round at least part of it

But you’d rather tell me about me like I’m not a narcissist

And to my lost fans that can’t figure out what my aim is

Here I go again making another bitch famous

At some point during this battle I expect him to bring up

Tahiry, Love & Hip Hop, use my life against me

Whatever let him perform, the streets been preppin’ me for that storm

Nigga my baby moms been using my son as a weapon since I was born

But you told Surf that his crew was like the back of freezer

Ended up flat even though you capped the liter

But I’m the leader, that was harm

I think them drugs fuckin ‘em up, maybe the Hennessy

If it’s too much Caffeine I got the remedy, have that coward sent to me

That BULL will be RED when I grab MONSTER cans

Send 5 from ours (HOURS) in a G (ENERGY)

So the situation is I’m who he want his props off

Try to get it shakin but don’t bubble when it pop off

I wanted to do whatever, he wanted to do time

Guess all that Sprite mixing got ‘em thinkin he Lebron

Coke Boy think it’s French I ain’t the one he should try

Bring that heat in a dark room, it’s Sunny Delight

Dark Knight with the mask on that’s my Bane wear

My weight all the way up, yours never came there

Kinda like a blonde Amber Rose and that ain’t fair

Cuz even though you food, I don’t see how I can gain here/hair

Drago vs Apollo, they say he got goons

I don’t follow that bravado

It’s war? I’ll have him in the doctor by tomorrow

And it won’t be an outer body experience

When they start takin Hollow out of Hollow

Cuz we had an exchange on Twitter, I was disturbed some

You asked me where’s my last hit, nigga where’s your first one?

Your business is bad, you hit that stage for fun

You got over 20 million views and ain’t got paid from one

So I went searchin’ for ya songs, was googlin the heat

I cut it off midway, I was thru with my intrigue

Took the Dre’s off, stomped on em, threw em in the streets

Figured it was only right how you was brewing in them Beats

But if it’s war one snap of the finger have Da Don smothered

All my niggas tatted, he should’ve known we had arms covered

Beam on the...[unclear]...so if it’s drama when it’s set

We’ll dot ‘em and watch ‘em fall that’s a domino effect

Honestly them pumps and shells, guns that he sells

Round 2

Hollow Da Don

You came to this battle shit but you ain’t in me league with this

Cuz the way you spittin it sounds like you’re reading it

Damn! You make light skin niggas look bad!

But that ain’t even why I’m mad

You thinking you gon win this battle is why I’m mad tho

Oh, you don’t think you gon get beat? Bet a band yo (Banjo)

You talking bout all this practice and you ain’t got no dough Joe? (Dojo)

Well that ain’t enough to buy swag, you gon need some mo Joe (Mojo)

Ya last hit was 2003, you unsuccessful brother, Jojo

I mean you had a little Run, but it’s been a long stretch

Since we heard a track we can feel with ya flow Joe

I mean in his prime he struggled to go gold

But y’all claiming this cats platinum

If that’s factual, you’ll have sold out arenas not here at Smack rapping

You giving out ya mixtape for free like you backpackin’

I mean you can’t make a hit so you battle, that’s random

I finally can say this, lay off the pills you crack addict

Poppin’ that E got you feeling like OJ, you wanna take a stab at it?

Well that’s backwards cuz his names JOE, E-O-J that’s backwards

My bar went over his head, that’s madness!

You did have smash hits like, Pump It Up and… Pump It Up

Um…. Pump It Up the Rem-

Okay so Eminem helped his career with Slaughterhouse to see it grow

Go figure, his pockets ain’t get no bigger

By you being a hoe nigga on a TV show

I mean if he really was a platinum artist

Eminem be like “Don’t battle, we’re about to let your CD go

You’re an important artist and this is too much of a risk for a CEO”

But since he didn’t this Em’s way of saying, Joe, you’re free to go

I mean they already had the meeting

Once Hollow beat him there’s no way to get around it

Now Shady’s turn to Italians that live in an island

They’re like “Fugget about em”

His stats don’t match up, it don’t fit the column

Now I’m like Nas cuz I put the end to the nigga album

Y’all don’t remember? Nas had “The N” on his Nigger album

My bars go over his head, y’all niggas wildin

Who wanna try? All you can get killed when I let something fly

All you… killed… ain’t no punchline that fuckin time!

It’s hard being a battle rapper, we always gotta fuckin rhyme

Rehearse and research and barely get a fuckin dime

I mean besides the fact Total Slaughter ain’t paying us

The figures is meaningless

If you ain’t getting it genius let me breakdown the difference between us

You do whatever Em say, Hollow; he do whatever him say

I mean you go to a studio, go in, punch in ya bars

I go to a battle and go in once I’m punching my bars

You was on Sports Center recording on First Take

This sports centered around us recording on first take

So in my heart I got hella hate

Nigga the day you die we gon celebrate

I’ll have him down from one 40 (140) he a featherweight

I know that last studio scheme was hella great

But I mixed a few styles and mastered this, let’s get the record straight

Should I talk about Raekwon or Saigon?

I mean all them beefs I just don’t understand it

Play it like the games Green Lantern

But I’m smoother than holding the standard

I could give a Con (Consequence) to P (Prodigy), he’ll toe him and tag him

But I don’t wanna put a price on his head, so I’ll just hold him for Ransom

My nigga… you got punched in ya eye! It wasn’t aight, he did a blog like

“See what had happened was… yo yo go get me some more ice”

He held that bitch on for so long his eyeball got frost bite

And when he finally took it off that bitch look like a fog light

But I keep it Queens, like a Tragedy/Khadafi story Pop

Bout them gory blocks or that old block that N.O.R.E. shot

In front of stock one with that 40 glock

Or I keep it H Town, have my niggas from Eastside have him hogtied

My brothers from Parkside leave his mouth wide

Stand over his body and do the Southside

Or may I reiterate, you know how these labels go

Take a artist, rape him slow with that fellacio

His tape went gold but he gotta do 80 shows to make some dough

You try to do that to battle rap and I’m saying no to this Shady show

And that’s the staff, Eminem… you still my favorite bro

But this ain’t smart move for your boss who employed you

For not shutting this down, y’all should Fire Marshall

Joe Budden

They keep tellin me you top tier, that only makes us at the top tear

Lookin up like, nigga… top where? You could stop there

Said you had a clothing line but that’s not clear

You putting emoji’s on a shirt, nigga that’s not gear

Now you lost to Ars, battled Surf and drowned

You washed the old Big T but that’s a hand-me-down

My guy Goodz was gone off that Hen’ ain’t wanna play with you

I thought you killed Hitman, but you made it debatable

You and Lux tied, didn’t kill him but you tried

Shit he watched you and Calicoe POP but he ain’t die

This all that you got done in your career, how’s that?

I don’t see a fuckin thing that’s top tier bout that

Now why these labels never called you? Lack of hunger?

Couldn’t find you? Ain’t have your number?

Defies all laws of gravity, it’s distorted

You the only thing that stay on Lean but ain’t support it

But since Gravy wanna play BIG like he comin for Joe’s spot

Spurs, team full of shooters, even coach pop

And if I hit the jailhouse, soon as I bail out

Buck 50 his stomach, now it’s lookin’ like a whale’s mouth

Top tier? Nah, more like PG Hollow

This ain’t staples, nothing bout Budden is easy Hollow

Your flows tired, I’m tired, try to leap me Hollow

Chop his head on his lap, now we both Sleepy Hollow

You in the crib just lampin in there

I show up in that kid house like Chris Hanson is there

I run up on him like, “nigga what’s that shit you was saying?”

Feed his tongue a magazine, now issue a statement

How am I suppose to think you a supreme in Queens?

I was with Nitty and Webb, I know Supreme in Queens

So any time he talk that tough shit I just get beyond calm

Cuz we remember what happened with you and John John

He punched you in the face, how you couldn’t avoid it?

You got snuffed by a nigga named after a toilet

It was like Street Fighter when y’all was rockin’

But you was Blanka, balled up on the floor and it was SHOCKIN!

You the nigga that’s Vega wanna hear son speak

A guy you can (Ken) lay on the ground kickin guess he Chun Li

You fought like a carpet muncher and not a thug

Which makes sense why you tried to sweep that under the rug

So all them bullshit jokes and schemes won’t get it done

’84 draft, you only DREAM at number one

He got guns, some will jam (SUMMER JAM), some came and some went

But since his BUCKS SLOW, he’d miss that whole chain of events

That’s when blocks fall, no Jenga, Macs wild (Mackwildes), no singer

Fighting on stage that talk for show, but it’s no Springer

You told Surf that if he touch you he would get it like the chicken pox

My problem was you thought that shit was hot

Y’all got a low IQ and think his mouth is slick

No Chlamydia, I don’t feel nothin coming out this dick

If I hear a bar about how he let that thing twerk

Then I’m (Denim) on his back let’s see if he fit that jean shirt

Or if he trappin’ and I want him dead, buck at Hollow man

And turn Hollow to a hologram all over Hollow ‘gram

Round 3

Hollow Da Don

Bars off the top, they know it’s all rage

Smoke you like that bogie, I’ma smoke you on stage

You still rapping ol skool, “like this cuz you a old nigga

Talking all about ya Benjamins with ya Valore suit with the gold zipper”

Third round! These bars gon stay with him

Dead beat dad, I ain’t got time to play with him

‘K hit em, take a part of him

For you new fans, yeahhh.. it’s back to them gun bars again

At first I held that Dessie, I wasn’t ready nigga

I had to hold it with 2 hands, it’s a heavy hitter

That bitch kick when it shoot like Reggie Miller

I mean I thought Surf would show you the way

I could tell that’s why he sitting there from what you show and display

As a writer we’re knowing you great

But you must’ve came up with those Home Alone

Cuz ya setups is all over the place

I come to Jersey City or any Jersey city just to shoot at ya

Cuz when you put us cats in heat together we’ll spray up the house

That ain’t new to (neuter) them

Y’all booing and these mics is fucked up

But I don’t give a fuck so what’s that sound

Shhh! That’s my punchline that went over ya head, let em hover round

And these bars are like clubs that don’t want niggas to come around

Cuz these bars are only wearing button (Budden) down

But I know what y’all here for, let’s talk about the women in ya life

I mean cuz I never seen a clique with Day 1 niggas on side of you

You know it’s sad when ya R&B singer Emanny’s

The only nigga that’ll ride for you

So let’s talk about the women in ya life

They been shitting on you since ’03 tho

Gloria Velez said you oh so gay, I said if he’d ever come out the closet

She said, “Joe no say”

I kinda figured that with Tahiry the way he be treating her

Spreading her business on social media, even beating her

Beating her my nigga?

[Yo stop my clock nigga, real rap

You ever hit a women again I’ll fuck you up faggot

Do that shit in front of me you pussy

Beating on women you bitch ass nigga

You a faggot nigga! You hit a women I’ll fuck you up you faggot!

Start my time y’all!

Beating on women you bitch ass nigga… start my time!]

Shoutout to Tahiry, I love you baby

Shoutout to Tahiry, cuz when she ain’t out doing Fab, she’s doing bad!

Walking round with a fake Louie bag and a ass booster cuz he booty sag

She got up and left in the middle of the show like the movie bad

And you thought she was loyal to you

You wouldn’t put it on the house with ya snoopin’ ass

A real nigga would impregnate that bitch

Told her I’d stay on stiff and shoot soon as I get in like I’m JR Sm-

Shoot-shoot soon as I get in like I’m JR Smith

I mean he set the standard

Drake flew her to DR got some head and ran her

This was right around the time when you was at the wedding planner

I mean it’s Tahiry, she know you cuz

First thing she say about you is you’s a sucka for love

He save a hoe, I break a hoe, I got bitches in Pheonix

If you ain’t getting it genius, let me breakdown the difference between us

I stop a girl walking by like “aye baby, turn around

And see what ya turnin down”

He stop a girl like “aye baby I like ya skirt and gown”

I mean if you was really on Tahiry

You would’ve been getting bread not giving bread

Take her to one of these network parties like

“Aye bitch, if he got over 10 thou, give em head”

I mean you hella throw with them tellin hoes wifing for the snatch

I know who the hell is Joe, that funny Martin episode

You talk about that hoe tell (Hotel)

But in (Inn) the end you fighting with the rat

But let’s talk about the women in ya life

The most important one, you gon wanna hear this

The most important one, the one that told him don’t sniff fast

I mean living ya life is a slim chance, I raised you as a man

And you trying to live fast

Snd that bitch was sitting there lookin like Sinbad

I mean you probably was conceived during a quickie

I seen ya mom backstage, that bitch look like she like to give hickies

That top bomb then hop on, that bitch tricky

Walking round calling niggas up and that bitch 50

She love to knock the boots and get busy

He shaking his head like “don’t talk about my mother again”

That got in you like a splinter

I knew that would (wood) get…

Joe Budden

How the fuck is you Da Don when John John fucked you up

And real niggas don’t respect when he speak?

Got no bitches, that’s something I been begging to see

Was on his instagram, I even went back 70 weeks

I wanted to battle the best, they said Hollow was the star

So I’ma send that boy shots like I got Hollow at the bar

Could beat Hollow with a bar or Hollow with a BAR

Figured if he set the standard, nigga how low is the bar?

I send something hot at his head, give Don Fever

Them magazines will turn him bitch, he Don Diva

So if you hear them gats in my city blow

You’ll see the Don leaking on the floor like Dame Dash in the video

I be knocking at his door with Rockets maybe more

To put a Hollow in Hollow he won’t be Hollow any more

You got 30 grand to be here, I’m beyond you chump

Senseless, Apprentice I thought Da Don knew Trump

I went from TV to the battle stage, bout to have a hit again

I’m just trying to milk the game, dare he (dairy) go on that shit again

So that shit you was hollering, buck 50, gun with me

Nigga if I lack toast (lactose) I won’t be tolerant

But if he tied son, you ass, another kid in doubt

His father should’ve pissed him out, let’s go a different route

I catch him while he sigh and mellow (signing Melo)

Give em’ something he could feel (Phil) upstairs

Once he KNICK, they gon have to fish em (Fisher) out

Talkin all that gangsta shit, I do a lot of

Mad Crips, when iMessage blue pop up

Catch ‘em while he shiny all icy in Brooklyn

And turn them techs/texts to the side like my wifey is lookin

If I kill em then I’m diggin up his grave when I’m in town

To stand over his body make sure it never make a sound

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Better ask about my niggas we don’t ever play around

Plus that K is on the tripod like the letter laying down

I been hearing all that talking, he been runnin his mouth

I got his address, Uncle Joey will run in his house

The Kimmy Gibbler, it’s gon get dumb in that house

At different folk, Different Strokes I bring that drum in the house

Honestly them pumps and shells, guns that he felt

Might get him punctured at this juncture nigga none of it helps

Think dude nicer than me you either bumped and fell

Or got it plain/plane upside down like a drunk Denzel