T-Rex vs Hollohan

[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 [Round 1: 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 [Round 2: 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! [Round 3: 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!