T-Rex vs. Hollohan

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Round 1

Hollohan

Grown man bars, that’s something you gotta deal with

No matter how many times you use that catchphrase

We’ll still know you’re a real bitch

See I’m the same man on or off the camera

You was propaganda

Real life; lots of manners, proper grammar, do whatever the doc asks ya

I’m getting lean, no strength machines

I mean promethazine with the jolly ranchers

Come on my strip I’ll take ya top off like exotic dancers

I T-Rex, get eaten alive here by these Toronto Raptors

Become a fossil after, I don’t even know why you spit bro

So since you can’t bust a rhyme (Busta Rhyme)

Then I’ma eat em like you Flipmode

So Gimme Some Mo cuz “This shit Dangerous" Rex

So Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See yo I’ma Break Ya Neck”

I was in ya car Rex, with a girl that T bone

You know giving me a ride

Nah bring it back, you’ll be in a car wreck when ya T bone

So it’s only right I hit it on the side

I’ll have Randy's family drown, buried where they can’t be found

Like I just got a camera for a gift, I can’t put that cannon/Canon down

See that first can hit em with a slap, you still stand your ground

T too small, the second hand close/clothes like hand-me-downs

You say you rolling with Dot Mob they’re bitches

Bunch of Smack rappers crossing borders, they’re snitches

You see this rat get stripped ass naked, bare witness

You just as delusional as him if you believe anything he saying thought

This guy gets all his world news from the Grand Theft Auto radio

I got that hardcore crew with short fuses, we’re sore losers

Of course shooters we Jedi Mind force users

I’m the reason for my torn future, sworn looper

We storm troopers like George Lucas and you’re useless

Laughing while you messed the fuck up like porn bloopers

See bringing Mook with you, it clearly didn’t help

So do what you do best and start embarrassing yourself, Rex

T-Rex

Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with

No matter how many of them times he fuck with them Canada drugs

He need to come to Harlem to get some real shit

Blackout 5, you know they had to have me in the spot

A nigga that’ll sneak up on you while you put the key in the lock

I pull it out and then squeeze it and… shoutout to Organik

You done brought the King Of the Dots to the King Of The Dot

This nigga beating me? Not a chance

This shit is sorta like a fumble, it done got outta hand

I’ll pick it up, cock it.. wait, wait, wait…

This shit gon be like Hitman loading up a gun

All you gon see is bullets in Holla hand (Hollohan)

I couldn’t bring my hammer on the flight now

But it’s a guarantee my Dot Mob niggas is crossing that Canada bridge

Right now

And every gun that they got been cleaned off, wiped down

Cuz I been waiting to kill me a white nigga since Mike Brown

This nigga beating me? You think I came all the way this far to lose? Not!

Especially to a overhype nigga that smoke moon rocks

4-5th so big, it’ll make the moon rock

Let off a few shots, send that nigga to the boondocks

This ratchet that I carry don’t come out a toolbox

I’ll have doctors repairing his soul/sole like a shoe shop

The options I’ma give em… Boom! Boom! Boom! Bop!

I promise you gon see a BIG murder like Mook popped(?)

I be feeling like Delonte West when it’s time to squeeze mine

Cuz with this ratchet I’m packing I could hit the King moms

See I’m leaving with this nigga head

I give the white people permission to say it… THIS NIGGA DEAD!

Round 2

Hollohan

You brought ya crew, and Mook I give you props dog

You the king of the Dot Mob

Well let me introduce you to the King Of The Dot Mob

See this bitch is a fake

You ain’t here to support Rex, this Toronto you just dickriding Drake

See the date of my birth place, dark skies, earthquakes

I find it fucked up, but everyone knows you a Nurse aye

Well first off your firstborn gonna need first aid

Have Randy son in the hospital like take ya kid to work day

See Top 5 ya name don’t show up like a private number

In my world T-Rexes don’t exist like a bible thumper

Wait, now I get it, T-Rex, this bitch so sloppy

Them lil ass arms on this big old body

See I’ve been destined to be dead or in prison

But tonight I’m sent on a mission

Leaving Rex hard to look at like a head-on collision

I always got a little buzz

I’ll have him shitting blood while I hit em with the snub

Put a couple in em, another couple in em

Fuck it another couple in em, call it a swingers club

Anything in arms reach could be a murder weapon

You saying all my dogs Nazis, German Sheppards

But scars last forever like a first impression

Your intestines on the floor when you spilling ya guts

Out in front of God like a church confession

Organik, he didn’t even pay me to rap, I’m a hired goon

Shit’s real, keep ya lips SEALed, Heidi Klum

Cuz I? I’ll kill a man in Stone Cold blood

For a kilogram of home grown bud

You crazy, better wish that they don’t phone us

Cuz we’ll get busy (Bizzy) in the flesh like some old Bone Thugz

It ain’t classified information, I’m Nova Scotia’s most sick

That can under my shirt in the club like I’m going to the smoke pit

So winning Total Slaughter for your career, it clearly didn’t help

Do what you do best, keep embarrassing yourself Rex

T-Rex

I admit, last time niggas saw me

I wasn’t the same Rex that y’all was used to seeing

But in 15 years I finally dropped the ball once, shit I’m a human being

I wasn’t myself at all, you could see it

Cuz what you used to seeing is Rugers squeezing

Bunch of pipes smoking like it’s a Hookah meeting

I ain’t one of them niggas to get involved with

Whenever I get into some long shit you’ll see them 4s spit

Any nigga could die when you walkin into that large stick

Cuz I can guarantee you I’m taking you to a mosh pit

A lot of niggas talk battle but they ain’t bout that

That shit you always say in ya rhymes show me you bout that

I caught him with that hammer that’s cocked like “where ya house at?”

All that shit you talking, that hammer be where ya mouth at

A lot of niggas die talking that real shit

I’m from a real borough where niggas done came and killed shit

45 on him, run up on you and spill shit

I got some dope for you, give you that Yung Ill shit

I ain’t come to Canada to lose nigga

I came to Canada just to abuse niggas

Me and Mook against you and Pat Stay

We could do it, a two on two nigga

Kill you on camera, put this body on the news nigga

Ask about me I blast shit, we could get into some real drama

If that’s really what you want to happen

But I’m representing for New York just not Manhattan

Where Dizaster at? Tell em we could squash all that Math shit

See I’m leaving with this nigga head

Y’all niggas know how I give it up… THIS NIGGA DEAD!

Round 3

Hollohan

I know in my battles sometimes

I glorify being a junkie and meth abuser, I stay noble

Some people online like to gossip and spread rumors

Against Clips they say I dissed Bruce for reaction

Like I’m some pathetic loser

He was looking down laughing

Who better than his best friend to know his sense of humor

And you ain’t no OG, you just old enough to be my dad and shit

You ain’t pushing white or stacking bricks

This pussy’s life’s action-less like a Women’s Rights Activists

He admitted he never owned a gun, but we was out last night

Shit, you pro-abortion, he ain’t about that life

See me, I’m straight hustling, the fiends serve em heavy

Don’t make me hold that Big Mac out like I’m Cheeseburger Eddie

Flip green through the days, spend the night at ya crack seller

This Son of Anarchy shoot at his mother head, Jack’s teller

There’s guns everywhere, couple in the leather jackets

My homie keeps the chopper under his hat like Inspector Gadget

I lugged ya body cross the country in the winter man

Chop ya family tree and let it crush you in the timber-land

I stomp a hole so bad in T-Rex ruined a boot

Straight up, Canadian round a bout, I roond-aboot

I spit a verse, you could watch how fast ya clique disperse

With them weak rhymes they say T died like a hippie shirt

In a stick up you the first to hand me ya paper, my best student

Make you cough up the green like ya phlegm’s putrid

Rex stupid, trying to guess how many blades that Jeff using

Just 3 in the front, still 1 in the back, Gillette Fusion

It’s always 3-0’s with me, no doubt it would be a massacre

Cause in the end I’ll just keep dumping, call it finale of The Bachelor

Reality shows I’m the Ultimate Fighter

You find out, get smothered, we know who be the Survivor

You ain’t that Big Brother

See all these rats in this Amazing Race

Better search for the exits and plan your great escape

Shooters surround you while you sleeping, you should’ve stayed awake

It’ll open up his eyes when I give em The Sign like Ace Of Base

All I hear is gun bars 'we want gun bars,' but it’s subpar

Man I’m that genius on it, to see this gay club you want drug bars

Middle of the night, light of the fridge when you look for snacks

Have that burner smoking in the kitchen like I’m cooking crack

Beautiful weapons, hot knives

See I don’t need the gun tonight, the blade's red

Like smoking hash on the oven off a butter knife

So how can you be the face of URL?!

When since birth I bang needles, smoke pipe

I should be running the Ultimate Rap League

Cause I been on Smack my whole life!

T-Rex

I’m a lil serious when I rap so I ain’t got no joke for ya

I wish they could cut the cameras off when I say this shit

But since we in the same hotel I got some coke for you

Fuck it you want gun bars? Them bullets spitting like they on fast forward

Shot em in slo-mo, shit I was too fast for it

Silencer on Halloween, the hammer got a mask on it

We don’t deal with no corn beef unless it’s hash on it

We let them triggers blow, let ya niggas know

My niggas sold so much birds we walk pigeon toed

Rain, sleet, we be in the snow, getting rid of snow

Grew up broke, only thing for dinner was a dinner roll

I understand why they did this battle this way

You wanted it to be like… street nigga versus a crack- like aight cool

This is the hustler vers’ the customer

He was the aggressive crackhead that be on the corner like

“I don’t want that shit Rex got, I’m waiting till that butter come!”

This nigga kinda diesel, fuck it Mook

We ain’t gon try and give him a one on one

But fine, we gon swing from both sides like Double Dutch

Niggas tell me that this guy was real

He got the squeezers in the palm

Kinda tough where he from, they believe em, he a don

Well not me, I run up on him and put the heater to his moms

They won’t be able to save em

Cuz they’ll find em dead in a chair with a needle in his arm

You think I came here to talk some junk shit?

Well I’m from the block, I really came here to talk some coke shit

I know you gon feel it cuz I’m talking some dope shit!

They brought me to King Of The Dot just to tell you about the crack I got

Took me a minute to get through customs

They damn near found the pack I got

He the type of nigga that’s playing defense so he wanna block my rock

But I ain’t gon let a nigga get a chance to block my shot

“Too-too… boop boop!” from the glock I got

T with me “Chalaka-budabahbahbop!”


Make em fall all on the floor from the glock I got

Daylyt with me, a nigga can’t Dot my Mob

I ain’t no joking ass nigga

I ain’t one of these regular rapping smoking ass niggas

And I ain’t gon be wrestling with this Hulk Hogan ass nigga

See I’m leaving with this nigga head

Y’all already know my slogan… THIS NIGGA DEAD!

Cover photo by Dan Gibs for KOTD.

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