Hitman Holla vs. Shotty Horroh

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Round 1

Hitman Holla

They said I wasn’t gon show up, that’s what the real talk was about

Well I showed up with Showwoutt and you know he show out

(?) all of the crowd

My city a real life jungle, I ain’t ever shook at night

I seen them Raptors up close before they booked my flight

What you 85 pounds? Ha ha ha … I mean you look that light

I could drop you off a jab, so imagine if I hook that right

I got killers running back in the field, no Forte

Respected everywhere from St. Louis to Norway

Slam yo ass right on stage, make the floor shake

Ain’t nobody leaving, Show, cover the doorway

Nina, ménage a trios, fuck what his whore say

The deuce deuce give em a kiss, that’s foreplay (4 play)

I match that glock with a Fif, that’s how I throwaway

I snap and toss Shotty out that window like a throwaway

Y’all gon fuck around and get this sweet boy shot

You cross this line I shoot the tre, no 3 point shot

Double meaning, cross the line there’s no 3 point shot

But when I say I shoot the 3, there’s no 3 point shot

Who’s supposed to be the champ up north? Pat Stay?

Man look ... I’ll lyrically smack Stay

Switch moves, turn around, smack Stay

Chop em up, they find his body where Smack stay

No joking I’ll really get at Stay

Like “Man what the fuck you smoking? Crack, Stay?”

My nickname Freddy with this Kruger I clutch

My baby momma left me, she said I sleep with the Ruger too much

And you know that bitch loaded, this Ruger from Lux

A Smith & Wes’ and a Taurus, this a Ruger Deluxe

This battle mean nothing my nigga, I’m a fuckin vet

So take this personal, you’re just a fuckin check

Drake let me get something straight, I’m up-fucking-set

Y’all through me in a dunk contest with a nigga who can’t touch the net?

I was at the airport with just 30 shots, that just mean more can get it

I’m a king so they ain’t check us (checkers)

How you think I flew across border (the board) with it?

I jumped off the plane hungry, like where my body at?

They offered me some food, I’m like “Cool, where Shotty at?”

You had a classic with a nigga I killed? You know I body cats

Battle after battle, I stretch em out, Pilate cats

It’s more than a Shmurda when I pull out this Bobby black

(Showwoutt: Nah, I’ma shoot em) Man gimme my shotty back

Toronto front page, Hitman blew Shotty back

It’s gon be more than a Shmurda when I pull out this Bobby black

(Showwoutt: Nah, I’ma shoot em) Nigga gimme my shotty back

(Showwoutt: Nah, I’ma shoot em) Nigga gimme my shotty back

(Showwoutt: Nah nah, I’ma shoot em) Nigga gimme my shotty back

Toronto front page, Hitman blew Shotty back

Shotty Horroh

Some said I wasn’t gon show up, but that’s what the talking’s about

But I show up to the showdown to show off when the show’s on

For all of the crowd, so it’s showtime

So it’s Showtime in the words of Verb cuz that’s your idol

You a showman, you showing up with Showwoutt to the big show

But I Paul White ya that’s, chokeslam him during his remix

If show starts I got show stopper with a super kick that’s Shawn Michaels

Plus I got a sharp shooter in Montreal

That’ll finish Hitman like Shawn Michaels

Y’all already know I got respect for Show

Cuz he reps his bro that’s Hitman’s brother

It’s no secret still, when he had that beef with Bill

Who did they hit? Man’s brother

But today I showed up with something for him

That can deflect and hit man’s brother

For a win (Owen) you can die in the ring like Hitman’s brother

You know Owen/a win, dead in the ring let JR talk to em

If you think Jerry the King, remix that

Where I’m from we cut war and remix that

Don’t take man for no kind of Charron out here, keep it rap

Cuz we know this bitch ain’t down with Action like Azealia Banks

Oh here we go, 3 rounds alike of basketball is what you gonna do

No bars, just remixes and dance routines as substitute

Try me without all that shit, some of that he couldn’t do

You’ll need your brother to help you catch the body like the Dudleys move

I got space in that graveyard and you just made a grave mistake

Keep talking shit, you’ll all get lit

They’ll be mourning/morning Hit like a wake and bake

Little Gerald, Gerald it’s time to talk

When that show’s over the long nose will show us Jerry’s Final Thoughts

Oh you brought ya crew to do me dirty well derrty don’t get me pissed off

There'll be a (Erick) Sermon I'll Parish (Smith) when that shit splits hit's squad (Hit Squad)

Talking bout “re-reload the bullet that came out em” dumb clown

Or maybe that’s your way of admitting you only ever have one round

King Of Performance? On what ground?

You can do that Billie Jean bullshit on Smack but not now

We’re the wrong crowd

See you deliver ... your rhymes ... real slow

And you can stretch a minute into two with that

Ganik are you stupid this is (Boujie?) versus Supernat

I don’t know what to do with that

Could’ve done this in Missouri

Handmade zip cuz, even in the Lou he (Louie) bags

Well he’ll try me, but if he dare we on his face like the Gucci tat

Aye, KOTD, Blackout I ain’t come to mess around

Shotty knock his bredrin down

You disloyal piece of- … oooohhhh, I’ll save that for the second round

Round 2

Hitman Holla

Man first off I took a $10,000 pay cut just to take this battle

And I still made $10,000 more than you make per battle

You see this big boy talk, he don’t like it, it get him hella tight

You ain’t worth my presence

If it wasn’t for these fans I would’ve battled you via satellite

Check my background, I’m not a nigga to play with

I spray quick, big Mossberg, give em a facelift

I’m Caesar, I give a sign and my niggas will swing through on some ape shit

You beefing? I’ma hit you where it hurt like who you lay with

In other words I’m just gon fuck ya bitch on some Drake shit

Then send it to Worldstar on some “I ain’t know it was taped” shit

Just so y’all can see what the bitch left on her face with

All that slick talk, watch ya mouth, I’m saying

One shot will hit and flip you out ya van

This ya dog? Man I’ll beat the Shih Tzu out ya man

Then pistol whip the pistol out ya hand

Man fuck everybody until my mama through with cancer

I might show up to ya show just to shoot a dancer

Who you fooling like you fighting and you move with hammers?

Boy you wouldn’t raise ya hand if you knew the answer

In this battle rap world I’m in, fuck being humble

Heavyweight, view by view, I do the sickest number

Five punch combo connect, man that’s vicious thunder

Straight left, lift em up, uppercut, flip em under

I get the swinging like I’m trying to break Griffey numbers

Man I’ll beat you to the white meat and say I told you so

Ya bitch gon date a crackhead like that Khloe hoe

With that Desert Eagle, I turn into the Mamba, the Kobe show

I hope you know, I put that bird on ya chest like OVO

They call me every day like “Hitman y'all looting”

Rest In Peace Mike Brown

But white boy I was still pissed about the Trayvon shooting

So I’m masked up, looking like a Raekwon movement

Me and my dogs will get to hunting like the K9 unit

What? Since he’s a skinhead that acts out of control

I’m supposed to believe what he rapping y’all?

You from Manchester

The only wild cats we know in the UK play basketball

You, it’s nothing you could do with me boy cuz my clips larger

If Show swing, you’ll land in the crowd, that’s the shit starter

If I swing you’ll land by the bar, cuz I hit harder

Toronto ain’t seen a better 1-2 punch since T-Mac and Vince Carter

Shotty Horroh

They told me I got Holla, that’s when my bad mood started

They ordered a Hitman for the Hitman, I just acquired that new target

Load em up, I brought a strap to blast through Shamu’s carcass

When I draw I wipe blood from the picture like a tattoo artist

I’m a baboon snapped in a bamboo bag

With my bare hands to stab through hearts

Started at grassroots and had that American glass roof parted

They want BARS not this brand new tap shoe dance move garbage

I’m the new wave and you really can’t surface after that Tsunami

You got washed by Surf, then got a white boy, boy that’s too gnarly

Try me, I’m on ya crib with a can like you have roof parties

You need Dutch courage to (touch zone?)

I will let that Pac Juice charge me

You was quiet til that Remy came out, I’ll put you in that Papoose margin

Like I said, KOTD, Blackout, I ain’t come to mess around

Taste ya medicine, I’ma do a lil bit of exposing in the 2nd round

Cuz I know why you’re here Gerry

Can we talk about the beef with Smack?

You when you jumped on Twitter swearing on ya team and flag

That if you see em it’s gon be at least a scrap

But what did he do to deserve any piece of that?

Did he fuck ya bitch? No? Did he steal a stack? No…

Oh, he took too long to release the Conceited match

You cheeky twat! How dare you repeatedly bite the hand

That helps feed ya fam

When he was the owner of the only league that let you compete for cash

That man took you from a dirty piece of shit

To a featured brand with a sea of fans

I’m talking before your hairline receded back

And had a teeny chance of making an NBA season draft

He’s the reason you can afford them red leather sequinned pants

And Showwoutt’s fee to do a remix dance

Talking about, where’s Norbes, Cheeko, and Beasley at

You need appeasing and someone needs to see to that

Shut the fuck up! Miss us with that diva act

The damn truth is you're Frank Lucas

We wouldn’t know you exist if it wouldn’t have been for Smack

You said if they release Arsonal first, it’s on the flag and rep of ya people

Well, they did that and you did nothing, so that was very deceitful

When you said you was gonna shoot on blood

Lil Gerald that never will be

If he shoots on B’s (zombies) then that’s Resident Evil

Me and Arsonal did 6 million, you must act like I ain’t contributed to the hits

Well you and Arsonal did half them numbers in twice the time

If you don’t understand that then you stupid as shit

That means there was a 100% increase when they added me

And removed you from the mix

3 Million … Drake I can’t see him with these Views From The 6

Round 3

Hitman Holla

Man I put niggas to sleep, automatic or handguns

Everybody I clap throws off, Conceited slow that down

Automatic or handguns, everybody I clap dose off

They sent them contracts, I’m like yeah, it’s grind time

But to keep it real I was ready before I signed mine

They told me, switch up and joke, nah that’s Grindtime

I’m more of the “you’ll get choked” a ticking time bomb

A football star, you can ask, I was Moss like

Could switch to that mask and ratchet, the lacrosse type

And if I get mad, I spaz like

“I need everything he made back, I’m the rawest type”

I’m coming for the belt, who got it? Tell em he’s next

The K Shine, it ain’t nothing but Murda, ask T-Rex

When I look at Shotty, naw, I don’t see threat

You was supposed to battle Verb and Ill, and I’m ya final destination?

You see all that prove is you can’t cheat death

I got a Navy Seal connect, man this shit loud

The weapon he just plug me with about his size

It’s war, you run with ya squad, you never switch rides

You get sliced down the middle for not picking sides

They got me back on that wild shit

Knock, knock, knock, who is it? Kidnap his child shit

Pow pow shit, that 40 or that Cal shit

Shotty watch ya mouth, I’m not the one to get loud with

That shit I just did, that’s an effortless move

You Golddust looking motherfucker, you just put me in a wrestling mood

If I decide to bomb first, best believe I'ma land mine

I ain’t scared of no nigga, that boy was from Mankind

Three 2 minute rounds for what? That’s the long road

I could’ve beat you with 3:16’s that’s Stone Cold

A million views every battle is easy, that’s a simple trait

That’s why I’m Hitman “Hollywood” Holla, that’s Triple H

Where I’m from niggas get clapped up in the lobby

The army has been instructed to catch bodies

The officers killing my race like it’s a hobby

In other words ain’t shit horror about Shotty

For 25K Mook could kill a nigga that’s ill

Man for that 10k I’ll kill this nigga for real

Shotty Horroh

You came to talk about balls, and that shit’s so gay

The console it's sold separately, meaning I ain’t with those games

You trying to bring back the old Holla

You need more than tank tops and big rope chains

You need the fire and skill plus the desire and will

And a sponsorship with Rogaine

I’d a killed you when you were ya lil bro's age

For the record I’d a MOP’d that Billy dance (Danze) for a lil Fame

MOP, Billy Danze, Lil Fame, switch the lane

Spill his brains, when that Shotty’s in his face, this shit’s Cobain

I’d shoot the hair off Holla’s head, trust I got that killer aim

Two hands steady the beam, they support the dot like Drizzy Drake

What’s real to you? Basketball or a gangbanger? Pick that shit

Ain’t no such thing as half way crooks Gerry, and you ain’t with that shit

Split personalities, persona disorder, you see how quick man flip

Aye let’s just say it’s JFK, there’s still questions about who that Hitman is

But I have a question, and I hope you have the answer to it

If battle rap’s a cappella why you always dancing to it?

Fuck bars, you and Aye Verb spend your time

Trying to plan the coolest hand maneuvers

You almost did a YMCA just to tell me about a strap you’re using

Fuck you think this is? I ain’t playing Hitman game

Now bald headed white boy shoots and

Everyone’s in black suits like the Hitman game

URL King Of Performance, uhhh let me throw the debate in

I think Roc took ya spot like Coke in the 80’s

I’m in the Dot again

Deep Waters just passed me the strap in case I actually need it

So if I have to act like an idiot it’d be more clapping and screaming

Then you and Showwoutt after a remix

It’s Horroh, the one that brought a Tom in Gerry’s house

To put holes in every wall like Tom & Jerry’s house

But his chick saw em, she let me knock out on the couch

I ain’t rob her, but she still had the Shotty in her mouth

Your chick loves that hard white, not the coco

But tonight I will be over your (OVO) bird like the sponsor's logo

I'm meant to believe the plasticine gangster theme?

I'm meant to believe you’re in the banda with a strap in each hand as you’re trapping keys?

Rapper please, you’ll be shook in the suburbs

Probably get robbed by a gang of geeks

I mean he walk in a white hood and stay quiet, well that’s Assassins Creed

What’s big money to small change? Two words after this

(BALL GAME!)

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