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fight klub - hollow da don vs arsonal lyrics

[round 1: hollow da don]
this lightweight, believe in me
i know this n-gga the snitch type, he put that wire on easily
he one of them n-ggas that swear he never ratted
till he add up them years and now him and the captain
start doing a little chatting
you feel me? but when a n-gga run up on you with that ratchet
that sh-t like that men in black gadget, when i flash it
he forget everything that happened
i swear to god, this n-gga 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 n-ggas 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 n-gga 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 n-gga
and i grew up with him since preschool”
i’m on my jada sh-t, swell up ya lips like seafood
or styles sh-t, get on my other sh-t
or maybe sheek, i’m hot, i start writing with an oven mitt
this n-gga ain’t want it, i start buggin b-tch
arsonal ain’t got enough -rs-nal so f-ck da rebel
hit ‘em like bad boy chill, don’t touch the bezel

[round 1: arsonal]
you like sizzy i understand and you like pills
you spend all your money on drugs but can’t afford ya light bill
cause you pay n-ggas 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 sn-tcher
i’ll forearm slap ya, put you in a head lock
f-ck ya baby mother flintstone style, make the bed rock
infared freckle ya face, lil red dots
yearbook picture this n-gga, give him a head shot
“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 juvie
you dope head, you line sniffer, reefer groupie
type a n-gga who can’t f-ck 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 -ssalaama alaik-m, no pork rinds

[round 2: hollow da don]
this n-gga said what? crush me like pork, huh?
i’ma crush ya -ss like pork rinds
this n-gga talking mad sh-t about clapping but he played college
so while we was all goons you was studying in the dorm room
n-gga when you was walking through the hallway like, “wow”
we was walking through the hallway for chow
n-gga we was meeting n-ggas from other states
you was meeting n-ggas from other states
but my n-ggas would never see they f-ckin date
ayo, this n-gga talking mad sh-t, sparkin but you drink malibu
and ya city swag is malibu
this n-gga talking bout his pops drink e&j
his mom a 40-year-old stripper named alize
n-gga i went to the crib
sold his aunt some haze and even sold his grandma yay
n-gga i was drunk all day
the swag is sick, you talking all bad and sh-t
i get skitzo and stab you on some aladdin sh-t
n-gga have ya dreads drag and sh-t
this n-gga talking bout he popping off, you talk about popping on
this n-gga ain’t popping sh-t, n-gga this a opera song
this sh-t is over n-gga
you talking bout boulders, you think you hova n-gga?

[round 2: arsonal]
why you talk like you chop off grams and you the pop off man?
n-gga, you work at the hot dog 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 b-tch with the kinky braids
i seen y’all both on the corner last night doing the stanky leg
now that’s a d-mn shame, you ain’t got no d-mn game
that p-rno b-tch pinky wouldn’t even give you the d-mn brain
if you pondering like i’m pondering and me and yo b-tch was fondling
last week i saw ya rap sheet, you had one charge; wandering
ya not a f-cking thug, you don’t sell drugs
you don’t do sh-t 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, k!ll this n-gga, i’ma show him how to
constipated n-ggas get the sh-t beat out you
you lil f-g, queens n-gga 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 n-gga probably mad
but you ain’t gon beat me, you wanna lose i’ll tell you nice, politely ask
you gon need horse jockey cl-ss, be rocky fast with a box that’s stash’s
hockey masks and soccer pads that n0body has
you gon need michael jordan’s ball, jeff gordon’s car
ken norton’s jaw, and some very important bars
n-gga 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
n-gga it better be a hadouken and a sonic boom
n-gga i’m coming for that top dollar, what i jot’s hotter
i’m fly n-gga, 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 smelling like amsterdam
blunt in my mouth, bone in my ear like an african
cause 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

[round 3: 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 n-gga, 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 b-tch n-ggas get you, 80 dyk-s!
i had brawls, n-gga crazy fights
you a box of baby wipes trying to disinfect a rabies bite
i’m a s-x 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”
cause this new queens sh-t won’t go global
prodigy don’t like you n-gga, havoc don’t know you
your reputation don’t exist, you so local
i’ma tie this mailman to a fence and go postal
n-gga i do what i’m ‘pose to
when you was locked down, n-ggas had you drag they b-lls 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 -ss 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 gonzaga
i headb-tt you till yo skull crack
my lead touch you, red rush through the crev-sses of yo ball cap
this n-gga lying on his ball sack
he probably f-cked 4 b-tches in his life…and they all fat!
my goons with me and we all strapped
now how the f-ck you gon smoke me?
you don’t even catch contact
how you signed? where yo contract?
i aim let the banger leave this p-ssy in danger, he’s a wombat
you rap, right? where ya songs at?
i come and take a p-ss on ya porch come and sh-t where ya lawn at
yo chain’s fake n-gga, p-wn that
ya girl a jump, since you here there’s probably 8 n-ggas on that
she bis-xual, she ate b-tches, all that
banana clip make you ape n-ggas fall back
now you praying to god, i thought you was atheist?
d-mn, i’m k!llin this n-gga, i hope they taping this
all off the top, i can’t believe that you came for this
you h0m- thug catching slow mo’ slugs, you in the matrix
you a good life n-gga, you not a hood life n-gga
you from west bubbaf-ck, you don’t know what the hood like n-gga
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 d-ck head
my d-ck said, “hmmm…” and decided to do what ya b-tch 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 d-ck
i beat her p-ssy up, then went full throttle and sh-t
she cherish my s-m-n, she wanted to bottle my sh-t
i told her leave it on his pillow, he’ll acknowledge my sh-t
i hate n-ggas who live just to call n-ggas 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 -ss ring on
come to my city, you’ll see we got them thangs drawn
we’ll notice that ya blings p-wned, n-ggas had them things gone
unanimously three’s strong, 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 b-tterfly trying to be strong
and ya b-tch jumping like a frog, so i leaped on
mick, why you put a dog against king kong?!
well king cobra cause i do spit venom n-gga
jeans true religion, you a vokal denim n-gga
go to the store before i chip ‘em n-gga
n0body likes you, you bait on a hook while i’m fishing n-gga

[overtime: hollow da don]
this n-gga say i f-ck b-tches and they all fat!
nah n-gga i f-cked yo b-tch, and she called back
same day n-gga this game day, i’m ready for the game play
n-gga 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 n-ggas eat ya food till all of it’s finished
and you’ll get it for not paying ya debt, n-ggas will poke a hole in you
bloomberg b-tch -ss got a n-gga 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 n-gga 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 b-tch off he still cleared the f-cking block
n-gga my rap sheet compared to yours is b-tterscotch
you went to jail and act tough, i hit the tear with my f-cking bop
n-gga i’m a cool n-gga and i got it worse for you
this n-gga talking bout it’s gon get personal
remember no guns or knifes for murking you
i’ma flip and make it worse for you
i’ll hire a bird b-tch to poke holes in ya condom
f-ck you and leave you with a burnt d-ck
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 -ss 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 k!ller bees in a honey suit
or throw his -ss to the sharks in a bl–dy suit
or throw his -ss in a sand with some heavy boots
i’m like p just pay me my money dude

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