[HOLLOW DA DON]
I prepared for a three round battle. Last minute he switched up
Came dressed like a burglar fiending for money, but he bitched up
Now you got the crowd down and out
I mean you’re just gonna go in one big circle
So what’s this one round(-)about?
Ever since Calicoe punked him in the States, he ain’t battled since
You’ve been a unhappy camper: mad intense
Matter fact, ‘fore I get to this battle rap
Let me show y’all what type of cat is Pat
See? All his big ass'll do is tap you back
Can I finish my round?
Or you want to stand up here and go tap for tap?
I mean ‘cause don’t look at the host
Like nobody‘ll probably stand down
There’s no Organik. I’m not Charron
Come to the stage and stop Hollow’s hand now
So we already got you punking Charron and Cal punking you
With that indication, now it’s telling me depending on the pigmentation you’ll switch your statements
With Sketch Menace it’s, “Shut up!
Don’t interrupt me, I’ll kick your face in!”
Then it’s, “Hey, Head Ice, your shit’s amazing.”
See I always mention Head Ice ‘cause it’s the Jim Crow law
They think the darker you are, the harder you are
Or the lighter you are, the lighter you are, and that’s not right
I give everybody the same respect, but if I have to fight
I treat a scrap like Mike: I go pop
It don't matter if you're black or white
You’re not a Canada thug
To a street American, you’re a average battling punk
That only gets paid from YouTube, so you add(ad) on the front
Ooh, I hope you get AIDS and Alzheimer’s
So you can forget you got AIDS ’til all your exes start dying
I hope you crash into a median, car flying
Eighteen wheeler almost hit you but park by you
He think he safe, ’til sparks ignited from a small wire
It explode and he die in a car fire
Nah, minus the all-timers, I’ll four-five him
Bigger the body, the bigger the hole size is
We just keep digging like coal miners
Speaking of coal, I got the coldest flow
Cold for sure, four below
Colder than Nova Scotia snow
Colder than my heart which is frozen though
Cold enough to let the toaster go
At his grandparents’ mobile home
Grandma do the rope-a-dope, Grandpa do the okie doke
Enough of the jokey jokes. They came for your funeral
It’s a million ways to die, and I want you to choose a few
When I was young, I was a heat blower
Revolvers with speed loaders
Now it’s a drum and a Tommy gun
Look like I’m swinging a leaf blower
Or, I could’ve got him slaughtered at the border
By an East African kid that I sponsored for a quarter
Or, my nigga’s suicidal. He tripping ‘cause he homeless
I give him the word, he’ll take him with him for a bonus
Or, my niggas from the seven give him seven for seven pounds
They bring them guns
They say “Pat Stay want to play the god?
Well tell the King dem come.”
Nah. I said he’s just an informer
So you should Snow what I’ma do with that
I’m Sizzla mixed with Jigga, Supernat mixed with Super Cat
I get the vibes(Vybz) from my Kartel
Then like Mavado, us two'll Clash
Then I’m back, moving packs through them bags
Stacking Buju bands
I hold that ting. I load that ting, then reload that ting
Do this all natural, this my old man ting
This a cold man ting, this a cold man ting
Flow so cold, you should snow that ting
You should snow dat ting, you should snow dat ting
Like Reeks when I blow dat ting
When I blow dat ting, when I blow dat ting
Pat, didn’t you cross your best friend
To amp a crowd for a battle style?
Well you Skip to My Lou
The way you crossed him, then passed him, wow
Wait, I could add a And-1 ‘cause that was foul;
He Skip to My Lou the way he crossed him
Then went behind his back just to rap a round(wraparound)
Now I got something that I owe Pat
So I’ll give him something old, Pat
The steel erase ‘is thoughts (racist thoughts) like the old Pat
Then I circle around him like a news chopper
With that new choppa
Big enough to knock down Chewbacca
I’ll 2Pac ya then ask Who Shot Ya?
Throw your body over my shoulder: boombox ya
Steel toe boots on, I’ll moonwalk ya
Trying to play Jedi mind tricks to Luke ‘walker
Eminem said you couldn’t sneak a plastic gun through customs
And he’s right, y’all. So fuck all these gun bars
Let’s get into these knife bars. I hold it with a steady right
Then get his chest very sliced with a chef Curry knife
Or a ox pick ‘ll drop his spleen and he’ll need doctor treatment
Got a minute to live, he trying to Google how to stop the bleeding
Get it down
Rex, keep my name out your mouth and you could get it now
I’ll spit a round and— ooh, you lucky it ain’t a second round
[PAT STAY]
Scraight to it, no time to waste
Fuck you, right away
Fuck you, your gecko eyes and I’m-about-to-start-crying face
Fuck you, your whiny, Siamese-cat-dying
Mommy-my-knee’s-scraped, lord-why-me, help-please-untie-me
I-scream-with-the-dry-heaves-at-a-high-C-five-weeks-straight
I-need-bass voice, fuck you
A woman’s fingers jammed in a car door. Other hand in a lawnmower
Iggy Azalea on tour. Nails on a chalkboard
A foghorn. Hardcore dog porn
Just a list of things I like hearing a lot more. Fuck you
You said in the world I’m number sixty-four?
Then tell them, why the fuck ‘d you pick me for?
What you never thought I’d catch onto it? He set up all of this
It’s in England, that’s why he picked me over Shotty, it’s obvious
Battle of the Brave, more like a coward who’s afraid
Respect to Shotty, but I already bodied him
Now you just dug a hole for yourself for me to dump your body in;
Body on top of body, I’m on some Giant Gonzalez shit
Man what you gonna do? Give me some business tips
And educate me like you did with Clips?
Like, “all you have is ClipsTV,” like he got bigger fish
Dropping all that knowledge, I had to go and look into it
And dude might actually be onto something, he’s on some different shit
Innovative genius; he did his research for real
He got a website now, and t-shirts for sale
You got hoodies too, bro? Look at you go
Whoa. Don’t forget us little guys when you blow
Dog, you got Loyalty Ova Money custom-made pens?
Shit, they aught to give you a chair on Dragon’s Den
He’s like, “god, I’m a innovator. Fuck a job or a business major.”
Mum calls him a minute later like, “why is there an intercom in my generator?”
I got to ask you a question, my brother. From one entrepreneur to another
How did you come up with making shirts in different colors?
Like, just to be a fly on the wall. What next is he gonna discover?
He’ll watch a porn like, “this guy ain’t even a real plumber.”
But wait. Man, what you know about business ethics?
And listen, it’s ‘bout to get interesting
And I’ll run it back ‘case it gets intercepted and you didn’t catch it
You gave Drake the Started From the Bottom beat
Your boy Mike Zombie made it, but you’re the one who shopped it, see
Now, that’s where royalties and publishing occurs
Stuff just to ensure you get the cut that you deserve
Mister businessman here ain’t get nothing in return;
His boy Zombie got cha-ching and fuckin chucked him to the curb
This motherfucking nerve. Talk about my ten grand
(Oh he’s right here? Yeah?)
He’s right here? Cool, well off the head, man
He’s just creeping up to you like some type of obsessed fan
He’s right the fuck there? This dude’s still your friend? Damn
If that was me, Zombie would be a walking dead man
Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top, and this sucka’s getting mopped
But he was scared to have it judged
So it’s technically just a tie whether he wins or not
But this is for y’all: for all the TV series they stole, right?
Fuck this American. A Canadian’s stealing the show tonight
Hollow the Don. What’s your mother’s name, Donna the Mom?
You got a face that says, “I don’t understand how this condom goes on.”
I can’t tell if you look like a salamander or a tropical frog
Did you catch a flight here or just fucking hop off a log?
Hollow the Don. I’m a big fan of all of your songs
That’s bullshit. Sound like you’re fucking dropping a bomb
Hollow the Don. How ‘bout a good old game of follow the palm?
I’ll put a hole in him, leave Hollow all empty ‘cause he ain’t solid at all
Go to his funeral service; they ask me to turn my volume off
I’ll fuckin jack that shit up on blast, set the ringtone to Atomic Dog
No respect. See his casket, I’ll right on the box
And that’s the best case, like an Otterbox
Leave smiling. Cold as February
Got a strap and I’ll cold buck it(bucket) like Ben ’n Jerry’s
And I been just dying to bang it like the secretary
And it stay in my jeans(genes) like it’s hereditary
I’ll hit the cemetery where your best friend was buried
And steal the red rose from his headstone and replace it with a dead canary
Disrespect on a whole different level;
Rip the stems like a producer sending the engineer an instrumental
