[Round 1: Illmaculate]
To tell the truth, you a weak and dumb lyricist
He wanted head in the bed
What he forgot to tell you is he's the one giving it
See, I'm known to stay schemin'
How you on the block all day but you broke and stay fiendin'?
I know, it's the same reason your nose will stay bleedin'
You sell coke, but you do it, so you only break even
C'mon, with your broke ass
What you think, he sells and buys yay?
Funny, I thought he was closer to Ezel from Friday
I mean, he be up on some all night shit off that hard white piff
He his neighborhood Felicia, talking like
"I need to borrow your car right quick."
Most people wanna borrow sugar, maybe even ketchup
You wanna borrow my car?! Man, hellllll no
I wouldn't let your dirty ass use my cellllll phone
So look, fuck hating, he don't pump base, he an undercover
I'll catch this chump waiting at a bus station
I'll sucker punch ya. You know why?
Cause you a crumb wasting, muck raking, nut scraping, cum tasting, slut chasing, cup caking motherfucka

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I said, I run you over with a Mack truck
Just to see impressions of the car tire
Rip out your scrotum with some yard pliers
And then roll 'em on a barb wire
I put your nose on the floor by ya
Broken jaw, then get stomped liar
Drag you to a dinner table, put a fork by ya, and I eat your favorite meal in front of you with your jaw wired
Aye, they found his hands in a New York fire
But arm by Miami shark divers
Torso by a port driver, but the head was in Fort Meyers
They never found the legs cause I stuffed 'em in a small dryer
N***a, I'll tie you up for two days and won't hardly feed you
Then grab a polished needle and tattoo 'Hollow beat you'
N***a, I'll mail a pipe bomb to your grand mom
Anthrax to your grand pap
I'll nanny your [?] and granny and choke your little daughter with her Hanna Montana panties
N***a, I'll Marcus Camby your family
N***a like, "Damn he" cause Hollow got Illmac' working on plan Z
Your bars is candy, and you a dick, Andy
[Round 2: Illmaculate]
Look, to tell the truth, you the most faggotest rapper
I'll eat my food through a wire, you'll talk through one like abracadabra
Look, see, I'm like, "Listen fuck face
You probably the reason there's some criminals sitting upstate."
He be digi snitching, giving up names on his Twitter updates
Man look, cause five years from now, nobody will know this sucker Hollow
He'll walk the block mumbling about his battle days flashing an empty Robitussin bottle
Shit, look, see he'll act like nothing happened cause this guy is just an addict
He'll never be clean, he a promethazine fiend and his life's running rampant
But I ain't saying I never drink lean, shit I hope you die from it faggot
Look, see, I'ma say it like this, I'll never be the one to say stop doing that shit
I'll even be the one fueling that fix
Whip up a batch, ask him if he cool with that mix
And when he O.D., show up to view the casket
Look him in his face and say "That what yo' stupid ass get."

[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
Look, I'ma beat him for sure
After that $500 you don't look Conceited no more
I'ma do it real, cause shit ain't fake here
So try saying how I'm fake, I'ma catch a case here
Do you so bad they give me eight years or the state chair
I'll escape then be under his car like Cape Fear
I said look, okay bae bae, I finished my Henny so it's a Rozay day
I'll fucking spit fo' straight days
Give him my Juice Man make the ho's say "Aye!"
Look, I said you beating me?
You got a better chance floating to Palm Springs
Singing vocals with Al Greene
Promoting with Don King
Posting up Yao Ming
It's never gon' happen captain
So why you wanna battle a street n***a, stick to the computer thugs
Cause you come through the hood
I smack you down, pat you down, remove your drugs
N***a you ain't getting high over here
N***a talking shit but you ain't fly over here
You got a Blazers hat, I got red and black like a Raiders hat
Ball in L.A. like where the Lakers at
He ball in Seattle like where Vin Baker at
Broke n***a, where you cake is at?
[Round 3: Illmaculate]
We don't wanna see son rhyme in a session
About my loss to Conceited, I'll summarize it in seconds
It's nothing, I'm a legend
This piece of shit diva bitch is just jealous he didn't get my undivided attention
Look, you can talk about Conceited and mention it but well
That shit is just a dumb trick to try and take the attention from himself
Look, see, you don't even know if the weaponry is strap
But dead the beef or let him bleed, essentially I don't ever need a gat
Step in this ring I got no enemies in rap
Cause ain't no referees and I'll do more than defensively react
Dawg, I'm explosive when I erupt
Hollow? He with an older chick that we fuck
She swallowed every drop that was posted in my sweet nuts
Me and FLO ran a train on her and now she's over him and needs us
See, talk slick, I'll leave you in a coma if I swing once
He was on 106, I hope you're focusing now keep up
Cause you was a champ on there but guess what
So was Jin and he sucks!
What? You thought this would be easy? Then you never been to school
Cause not a single 106 champ can see me and you ain't the exception to the rule
Look, see, if you're assuming he's winning, you're on hallucinogenics
The fact is, you're gonna lose it's a given
Cause to me, you're just a wack bitch from the Houston division
Look, that's why I feel like the bad guy
My murder plots are horrible, I earned my spot I'm bored with you
Shit, even Zeely and Franchise deserve this spot more than you
Look man, I'ma tell you like this dawg, you don't want it with me
You will be the one to get shitted upon
And after that I'll slap you 'til you say your name right and quit with all that Hollow Da Dinninon
C'mon man, off the top, it doesn't matter I got a nice ass flow
And you can spit your verse but guarantee I won't like that though
C'mon man this shit is off the top I'll prove it
It doesn't matter cause I got awfully hot music
And the truth is you just a new bitch I'll snap as quick as a fucking toothpick
But look, here's the truth y'all it doesn't matter
You had a better chance to try to beat my ass in foosball
Look, you're really more a bitch than RuPaul
And you gon' move out Mr. U-Haul
Look, alright man, this shit is a rap
After this, I might as well just spit cause- guarantee you ain't ripping Illmac'
And look, here's the truth man, you don't want it with me
Go back to the boot camp cause on the real
Your bitch ass brought your posse with you and proved you only got two fans
Look, it doesn't matter, right now it's Grind Time
And that's why before this battle Pumpkinhead was like "Fuck Hollow" and standing on my side
Look, aight man, the shit is over, spit though
[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
Ayo, Dizaster proved you was real fake
By leaving your boys Dain in stalemate
That was evil, who let this little devil in here this ain't Hell Date
Check this out, this is little 'Mac from Shortland, Oregon
He eats rare meals but what's rare Ill's you go on dates and use booster chairs still
And he dates short girls but it looks weird still
Cause that bitch is a foot taller than him when she wears heels
What you rhyming for? You like 5'4"
I'll hang your ass up like lamb in a gyro store
Yo remember when we were that young
And our moms use to write on walls to see if our height could crawl?
His mom got frustrated cause the heights so small she's like, "The line hasn't moved since '94!"
Just forget about being nice and tall
Trying to fight a brawl
Ride a bike at all!
Maybe if you rap the kid'll like you more
And I'm like, "Naaaah."
N***a stop that shit cause ain't nothing funny in here
Plus you stopped my streak of doing battles for money this year
I mean me and Amzilla put up two stacks, they put up $2,500 at The Fight Klub
You mad cause they won't even open your mic up at open mic at the night club
Hoping a scalp will kill your light buzz
I asked him for a stack on this battle and he was like, "Huuuh?"
Illmac' turned illiterate
And when he said "250" I didn't bother asking for 5
I mean I should at least get 50 Cent for doing this Massacre live
N***a you say you was asking to vibe well that was a lie
I wouldn't do a song with you if you was the last rapper alive
N***a I'm from Killer Queens in the streets we give respect first
Your network is influencing internet nerds
He looks like a Brazilian lumberjack
Mixed with a Siberian thunder cat in a Nigerian dungeon rag
Look, but what is this? Mario before he got his super duper?
Is this one of King Koopa's troopers or just a little Oompa Loompa?
But look, it's a done task, I won cash, try to run fast, jump past
Duck dash, roll tuck flash, I pump blast
Your lungs gasp
Hit hips, lungs, ass
Lips[?] sis, son, dad
Now your mom's mad like, "Illmac' you dumb ass."
But look, I'ma bring the fact
Picture me and little Mac getting in a scrap and his little arms swinging back
If y'all can't picture that then picture Shaq fighting Midget Mac
Deceptacon vs Leprechaun or Wee Man vs He-Man
Ultimate Warrior, Andre Giant when they look to kill
At Wrestlemania handicap match vers' Bushwick Bill
Now if that don't make sense why y'all gon' put Gary small Coleman
At Grizzlemania to battle Hulk Hogan!