Hollow Da Don vs. Arsonal

Round 1

Hollow Da Don

This lightweight, believe in me

I know this nigga the snitch type, he put that wire on easily

He one of them niggas that swear he never ratted

Till he add up them years and now him and the captain

Start doing a little chattin’

You feel me? But when a nigga run up on you with that ratchet

That shit like that Men In Black gadget, when I flash it

He forget everything that happened

I swear to god, this nigga claiming a Grape Street Crip

But you from Jersey, that’s the wrong street

That’s like me saying I’m a Blood from Wall Street

And a Hoover from Long Beach

That niggas was like, “Where Long Beach?” I was like, “L.A.”

He was like “Where Oakland?” I’m like “The Bay”

He like, “Who from there?” I said, “Mac Dre”

He was like, “I think I got it, okay…”

This nigga easy money, I’ma eat dude

Ya OGs should’ve told you “Chill cuz, just be cool”

You feel me? I got GDs in the Chi Town that’ll tell you I’m a G fool!

They be like “Yeah, my kinfolk knew the nigga

And I grew up with him since preschool”

I’m on my Jada shit, swell up ya lips like seafood

Or Styles shit, get on my other shit

Or maybe Sheek, I’m hot, I start writing with an oven mitt

This nigga ain’t want it, I start buggin bitch!

Arsonal ain’t got enough arsenal so fuck Da Rebel

Hit ‘em like Bad Boy chill, don’t touch the bezel

Arsonal

You like sizzy I understand and you like pills

You spend all your money on drugs but can’t afford ya light bill

Cuz you pay niggas lots of attention and ice grill

You better off buying an $8 bottle of Nyquil

You the Hollow man, the Grind Time rapper

Tell all ya cheerleaders I’m a palm palm snatcher

I’ll forearm slap ya, put you in a head lock

Fuck ya baby mother Flintstone style, make the bed rock

Infared freckle ya face, lil red dots

Yearbook picture this nigga, give him a headshot

“BOW!” to the back of the cranium till ya head pop

Once you hit the ground, a Hulkamania leg drop

I really think money talks, you just seen the movie

This unfair, it’s like Jada versus Jinx The Juve

You dope head, you line sniffer, reefer groupie

Type a nigga who can’t fuck unless you eat the coochie

He salute me every time I walk by

Ya mother spot me everywhere I go, she got a hawk eye

She put you out at 10 so she could live with a bald guy

By the name of As-salamu alaykum, no pork rinds

Round 2

Hollow Da Don

This nigga said what? Crush me like pork, huh?

I’ma crush ya ass like pork rinds

This nigga talking mad shit about clappin’ but he played college

So while we was all goons you was studying in the dorm room

Nigga when you was walking through the hallway like, “Wow”

We was walking through the hallway for chow

Nigga we was meeting niggas from other states

You was meeting niggas from other states

But my niggas would never see they fuckin date

Ayo, this nigga talking mad shit, sparkin but you drink Malibu

And ya city swag is Malibu

This nigga talking bout his pops drink E&J

His mom a 40-year-old stripper named Alize

Nigga I went to the crib

Sold his aunt some Haze and even sold his grandma Yay

Nigga I was drunk all day

The swag is sick, you talking all bad and shit

I get skitzo and stab you on some Aladdin shit

Nigga have ya dreads drag and shit

This nigga talking bout he poppin off, you talk about poppin all

This nigga ain’t poppin shit, nigga this a opera song

This shit is over nigga

You talking bout boulders, you think you Hova nigga?

Arsonal

Why you talk like you chop off grams and you the pop off man?

Nigga, you work at the hotdog stand

You sell shish kabobs and corn on the cob

Chicken noodle soup with the soda on the side

You and ya Aunt Jackie, that bitch with the kinky braids

I seen y’all both on the corner last night doin the stanky leg

Now that’s a damn shame, you ain’t got no damn game

That porno bitch Pinky wouldn’t even give you the damn brain

If you pondering like I’m pondering and me and yo bitch was fondling

Last week I saw ya rap sheet, you had one charge, WANDERING!

Ya not a fucking thug, you don’t sell drugs

You don’t do shit but get swept under the rug

Now I’ma disrespect everything about you

You fake, plus phony, and I doubt you

I’ma reroute you, kill this nigga, I’ma show him how to

Constipated niggas get the shit beat out you

You lil fag, Queens nigga with no swag

Don’t laugh, after this over you get ya toe tagged

Throat slashed, look in my eyes, I’m wearing no mask

Ya body found in the sea like you died in a boat crash

Now don’t talk like you bust yo gat

Or bark like you tough at rap

That’ll get ya Auntie and ya Mother slapped

Round 3

Hollow Da Don

Yo I can’t let this bread go, that’s why this nigga probably mad

But you ain’t gon beat me, you wanna lose I’ll tell you nice, politely ask!

You gon need Horse Jockey class, be Rocky fast with a box that’s stash’s

Hockey masks and soccer pads that nobody has

You gon need Michael Jordan’s ball, Jeff Gordon’s car

Ken Norton’s jaw, and some very important bars

Nigga you gon have to run a mile or two with 50 pound weights tied to you

Then come back doing Street Fighter moves I never seen Guile or Ryu do

Nigga it better be a Hadouken and a Sonic Boom

Nigga I’m coming for that top dollar, what I jot's hotter

I’m fly nigga, I want a Rottweiler with a diamond rock collar

Who bleaches his head Scott Pollard I’m not modest

Everything matching man and the outfit funky fresh like Dapper Dan

Piff got Jamaica Ave smellin like Amsterdam

Blunt in my mouth, bone in my ear like an African

Cuz when the weed gone the Newport right after man

I’m Hustle Man from Martin, it’s in the jacket, bam!

No watches or ratchets can

I’m Tracy Morgan if he was Pakistan

Arsonal

You got 106 & Park on your resume, so what? Hold up…

I know you ain’t think that’ll make you blow up

You still broke and you back in Queens

I’ll slap ya Queen and help you get stomped by the Latin Kings

When you was young, you had a full scale Taxi dream

And now you 24 and you still sell fax machines

You a retail nigga, just a cashier

You’re mad queer, your middle name is Cashmere

Hollow Da Don, you look like a Jeremy

You on drugs and you do need therapy

I ain’t finished, don’t hurry me

Fight Klub champion, under this pool table’s where they’ll bury me

If you take me light and really don’t make me fight

I’ma make them bitch niggas get you! 80 dykes!

I had brawls, nigga crazy fights

You a box of baby wipes trying to disinfect a rabies bite

I’m a sex symbol, something that the ladies like

You a left nipple, something that a baby bite

Overtime

Arsonal

Before I end ya career I want you to listen hard

Get ya squad, have a meeting, tell em

“Y’all should stop rapping, let’s go and get a job”

Cuz this new Queens shit won’t go global

Prodigy don’t like you nigga, Havoc don’t know you!

Your reputation don’t exist, you so local

I’ma tie this mailman to a fence and go postal

Nigga I do what I’m ‘pose to

When you was locked down, niggas had you drag they balls like Goku

No time for the small talk, we all spark

My homies smell blood, we fire soon as the dogs bark

Ya life’s worth less than car parts

How y’all smart? You copped that whole outfit from Wal-Mart

My gun holla, it’ll make son holla

I’ll send yo ass back to Queens with one dollar

I’ll beat yo wife up, spit on ya son father

When I hit I shoot I hit like the two guard at (?)

I headbutt you till yo skull crack

My lead touch you, red rush through the crevasses of yo ball cap

This nigga lying on his ball sack

He probably fucked 4 bitches in his life … And they all fat!

My goons with me and we all strapped

Now how the fuck you gon smoke me? You don’t even catch contact

How you signed? Where yo contract?

I aim let the banger leave this pussy in danger, he’s a Wombat

You rap, right? Where ya songs at?

I come and take a piss on ya porch come and shit where ya lawn at

Yo chain’s fake nigga, pawn that

Ya girl a jump, since you here there’s probably 8 niggas on that

She bisexual, she ate bitches, all that

Banana clip make you ape niggas fall back

Now you praying to god, I thought you was Atheist?

Damn, I’m killin this nigga, I hope they taping this

All off the top, I can’t believe that you came for this

You homo thug catching slow mo’ slugs, you in The Matrix

You a good life nigga, you not a hood life nigga

You from West Bubbafuck, you don’t know what the hood like nigga

So why you talk like a mobster? You walk like a shotta

You went to school for medicine tried to become a doctor

That don’t coincide, I gave yo hoe a ride

And when I dropped her off she was like

“Ars, don’t you wanna go inside?”

You know me, I’m thinkin with my dick head

My dick said, “hmmm...” and decided to do what ya bitch says

So we bust open ya front door and we “YOOOOUU” to the big bead

She said, “let me spit my gum out first and dispose of my Big Red”

Being the person that I am, I let her swallow my dick

I beat her pussy up, then went full throttle and shit

She cherish my semen, she wanted to bottle my shit

I told her leave it on his pillow, he’ll acknowledge my shit

I hate niggas who live just to call niggas out, what’s all this about?

This is all from the scalp, check me out, ACG’s on, True jeans on

While yo man got that fake ass ring on

Come to my city, you’ll see we got them thangs drawn

We’ll notice that ya blings pawned, niggas had them things gone

Unanimously three’s drawn, next Sunday’s first Sunday

My real name is Darell, so you Lee John

You bout as slow as a snail, how you leech on?

Another butterfly trying to be strong

And ya bitch jumping like a frog, so I leaped on

Mick, why you put a dog against King Kong?!

Well King Cobra cuz I do spit venom nigga

Jeans True Religion, you a Vokal denim nigga

Go to the store before I chip ‘em nigga

Nobody likes you, you bait on a hook while I’m fishing nigga

Hollow Da Don

This nigga say I fuck bitches and they all fat!

Nah nigga I fucked yo bitch, and she called back

Same day nigga this game day, I’m ready for the game play

Nigga my vision is blinded, style vivid and timeless

A lyrical giant that’s defiant and criminal minded

So without given the guidance, my flow and god did an alliance

So my rhyming sound like they got spirits behind em

Horror’s my image, get the 4 and diminish

And ya shots won’t count like when you score in the scrimmage

I can’t sweat chow, put ya jaw in ya spinach

Jail house niggas eat ya food till all of it’s finished

And you’ll get it for not paying ya debt, niggas will poke a hole in you

Bloomberg bitch ass got a nigga smoking rollies

But ain’t a thing stressing me, my life’s a chessboard

I’m the king so they protecting me and my Queen next to me

And the castle’s on the corner, play by the rules you know it

If you touch that piece you gotta move

And nigga I don’t care if you think I’m good or not

If you think I’m hood or not

The first glock was a .25, .38 and a rubber glock

My brother had the ‘K with the 50, not the 100 shots

But when he let that bitch off he still cleared the fuckin block

Nigga my rap sheet compared to yours is butterscotch

You went to jail and act tough, I hit the tear with my fuckin bop

Nigga I’m a cool nigga and I got it worse for you

This nigga talking bout it’s gon get personal

Remember no guns in nights for murking you

I’ma flip and make it worse for you

I’ll hire a bird bitch to poke holes in ya condom

Fuck you and leave you with a burnt dick

Kidnap you like the Cat with Ernest (?)

And force you to take an AIDS test just to confirm it

You better squeeze first or I’ll send him to the North Pole

Dressed in a South Pole T-Shirt

Or dress ya ass in Alaska garment and send him to South Africa in August

I’ll pollute ya mind, make you think suicide

Lock you in a room with some pills and a .45

All that and throw to some killer bees in a honey suit

Or throw his ass to the sharks in a bloody suit

Or throw his ass in a sand with some heavy boots

I’m like P just pay me my money dude

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