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letra de okwerdz vs hollow da don - grind time now

round 1

(hollow da don)

now one thing i’ma do in this battle is swear/
but if i put up my right hand i really mean it/
before we get to all that, lord forgive me cause i’m ’bout to say some mean sh-t/
i hope at your reception the reverend lies and everybody at the wedding dies/
and the ring girl gets molested by seven guys, eleven times/
n-gga i sneak in your family reunion, give them sedation to they sleep hard/
force them to f-ck each other and make your next generation r-t-rds/
i said, but this the facts, and this what i’ma swear for some reason he thought we were mad cool and i swear to god that this fact’s true/
he asked me and cortez if we have to, go to bad blood when t-rex people p-ss through/
and we was like, what, webstar gunna clap you?, is mook gunna stab you?/
you think real k!llers in harlem sit there, around the table with they clips there/
cleanin’ bullets with a picture of okwerdz like, “i’ma k!ll him when he gets here!”/
and once again, i swear the reason him and aye verb ain’t battle is cause he told sonny get the gs up
sonny got most of it but couldn’t bump the cheese up, and he still ain’t do it … what a f-cking diva/
and i swear if yall youtube okwerdz vs. jack cracker/
see him get booed off stage by backpackers/
to get nerds mad you must be one wack rapper, now you wanna battle smack rappers/
your saga’s -ss backwards okwerdz this is the last chapter/

(okwerdz)

now see i don’t need no d-ck riders to hype me up like i’m tough/
cause he’ll rhyme “tortoise skin” and “martian b-tch” and i’ll be like “boo, why does he write this stuff?”/
like you gon’ need, paint b-lls, seventy kinds/
napalm, chainsaws, machetes and 9s/
then paste on like eight more ridiculous rhymes/
and it’s the same song every time/
i said, i hope you get raped to death, by three texas steers/
get chopped up by electric shears, and then reincarnated as t-rex’s ear/
now see hollow, there’s this question i’ve been meaning to actually ask you/
if you put an intercom, in a generator, what exactly would that do?/
now why you to act all street, when you go on aim for altercations, b-tch i saved the conversation/
he told me he’s digging up dirt, and knows my place of occupation/
then he tried to blame intoxication, and called me last week apologizing/
like oh i am so sorry brian, you know how the lean gets me all excited/
now f-ggot here listen, you wanna say you think having a job is a joke/
then b-tch your probably broke/
motherf-cker look, and h-ll yeah we’re biased, so if you almost fade me/
i’ll just yell out “fresh coast” and they’ll all go crazy/

round 2

(hollow da don)

intercom in a generator, i don’t have to clap you/
what would that do? knock off your kangol and crack your apple/
yeah i say sh-t that’s crazy, sh-t that i don’t even expect to say/
i actually went to the la cathedral, paid my respects and prayed/
i seen okwerdz b-tch, took her to the back, caressed her face/
took her to confession sp-ce, and left her tip in the collection plate/
okwerdz said before this battle there’s one thing off limits when you spit fam/
i said what’s that, he said my dad ain’t got too long left i said i swear to god that’s one thing i won’t disrespect fam, this time i’m swearing with the left hand/
i went to his stockton wetlands took over his ex-pad/
and made your step dad the chef for the meth lab/
his mom brings sudafeds back sits back and picks scabs/
i think d-mn i did this b-tch bad but then i sit back and just laugh/
i said i seen k!llers get maced, different gorillas turned to apes quick/
so your not scary, no matter how tough you say sh-t or how red your face gets/
i said in high school i heard he wrestled, we can do this your style, ufc/
but now hes awkward with 2 left knees so how you gonna suplex me/
i hit ok in stockton, like dude lets meet/
ask him to burn me some beats them choke him with the usb/
i said cause he’s a geek you picture him with a dime ho making her flaunt it, you think he got her on it?/
he’ll walk up to black baby and be like “hi ma, i’m brian …”
then there’s that awkward moment/
look, i said okwerdz is b-tching, cuz i was in okwerdz kitchen/
with okwerdz b-tch in an awkward position/

(okwerdz)

now see i knew you’d try to tell me my name was brian peeples/
well his real name’s nigel, so don’t make kid twist come “nigel please” you/
and how you actin all street when your voice cracks like a geek/
b-tch it sounds like your part of international ps f-cking family tree/
listen, and hollow loves cough syrup he’s always gotta get his lean fix, but i got a question peep this/
if you keep promethazine b-tch, then how do you expect to be sick?/
now when you moved from houston to queens you really got confused, hes on the subway rocking boots/
and what kinda f-ggot i kno that listens to nas and wu, chopped n screwed?/
you got k!lled by zeale, smashed by phranchyze and trampled in your region/
aye verb shattered him to pieces, and b-tch, you even lost the fake battle with conceited/
and if you’re so motherf-cking good, at them freestyles jerk
then how the f-ck did you lost to arsonal’s recycled verse?
its because your awful dude, n0body follows you/
if i took out an entire arsonal, then what the f-ck can a hollow do?
and it’s funny you told illmac you’d break his jaw in them bars that you spit/
cause months later someone actually broke his jaw with a brick, now ain’t karma a b-tch/

round 3

(hollow da don)

he said, what would hollow do?, yeah i was in the h, listening to chopped and screwed/
i k!lled p-sswurdz, and i will-i will k!ll okwerdz too/
i said i don’t think his english superb, he weak with the nouns and flow lame with the verbs/
if you go back to his name it refers, hes just ok with the words/
i took cats that never heard of him, straight from the burbs/
covered their eyes, they said it sound like he don’t play hes disturbed/
y’all can look now, no way, hes a nerd/
so what makes him different from d-lor, soul khan or pariah too?/
that’s cause he pays his dues, but i don’t know if he’s the trick or the prost-tute/
now lush, stop me if this is not the truth, he paid five for juce, fifteen for arsonal/
stack for the source article, kool g rap offered two, mistah fab’s charging you, d-mn are they employin’ you?/
then he’ll say, tech 9 is fake, and t-rex is f-cking f-ggot/
three thousand miles away and wow, nothing happened/
i said i said what i felt to t-rex and them, you scared of the n-ggas that’s protecting him/
so when y’all are dressed like men, and you call him a f-ggot to his face i’ll respect you then/
so for now you just a broke f-g, with a gold plaque, that’s for sure/
but i didn’t know that plaques were sold at cash for gold, whoa/
i got yo bluff, he tried to punk fresco on some macho stuff/
but when i roll up you not so tough/
at bad blood we didn’t see ok show up/
that’s why non perishables put him on the creamy peanut b-tter, cuz you ain’t got no nuts/

(okwerdz)

its funny that in queens, he got his mouth wired like 50/
but when hes, in houston he sips lean like pimp c?/
all you do is play the fence like ken griffey and switch leagues/
when he landed in la he tried to join the f-ckin swim team/
now how is he the queens cat, when me and g rap make records in the booth?/
and how are you from houston, when devin is my dude?/
i think the evidence’ll prove i’m way ahead of him in moves/
and that’s why i’m more respected by your veterans than you/
and you used to battle in jumpoff, but you losing & b-tchin’/
so he fled the houston division to pretend he never knew it existed/
then turned around, called us wack nerds, told p-sswurdz he knew little rich kids/
but i think you’re just mad because you didn’t fit in/
now he rolls with divas like he’s just in their league all at home/
but you should hear how he talks about them when we on the phone/
you told me you punked t-rex, at them smack interviews kid/
but when the videos dropped i saw the real b-tch in you switch/
cause rex was dissin’ grind time like a little middle school b-tch/
and this f-ggot was in the room and didn’t do sh-t/
but still these battle rappers like to talk, you ain’t getting paid for battle rhyming dog/
all you are is cash we’re writing off as an advertis-m-nt cost/
so let me dumb it down for dude, notice how after every f-cking round you do/
there’s a commercial, for a cd, the fresh coast is coming out with soon/
b-tch, every time you get a hundred thousand views, that’s two hundred albums moved/
so how the f-ck is he the hustler out us two, when i’m getting money outta you?/
now go ahead an try one of those mediocre reb-ttles duke/
but my sh-t is reb-ttle proof, cuz u can’t reb-ttle truth/

- grind time now

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