[Round 1: Hitman Holla]

No more freebies, my name hot, I cost now

You just a worker, a phone call will bring his boss down

One false sound, I switch games

Put on a helmet, long ass ratchet, it's like lacrosse now

You look nervous, you don't wanna floss now

Check his heart, check his pulse now

You gettin' soft now cause you a target, ridin' 'round with bulls eyes on ya cheeks like the Saw clown

I hear the bloggers, I don't listen I tune 'em out

Cause I got a chance to show niggas what I'm truly 'bout

I'm a cool dude he get rude then the toolie out

Went from arguin' to callin' the boat units out

It's a bunch of 'em, it's cool, the scope will choose 'em out

Actin' all rough I bet them hollows will smooth him out

Snatch his chain, jewel him out

Backyard pool him out

Squeezin' metal firin' back T? I truly doubt

St. Louis niggas Spielberg can write a movie 'bout

[?] never put the movie out

I'm the man, I'm on a level beyond

You been in third all ya life I don't settle for bronze

It's like the [?] I want, you better settle and run

I'm shootin' some shit that look like a metal baton

So them basic ass raps won't work when I'm in beast mode

You ain't got a chance, unless he got a cheat code

I ain't ya pops, I don't give a fuck ya freak hoes

Standard clips, bitch nigga you can greet those

Yeah he got a couple niggas wit' him, but they weak though

They just gon' stand and stare when I shoot like a free throw

You and whatever Chicago repper gon' help you overcome this lecture

Cause in order for you to win you need Dwayne Wade, Derrick Rose and Devin Hester

Brian Urlacher, Twista and R. Kells

Barack Obama and the first lady Michelle

Hollow Da Don, he need the [?] jail

Country Grammar sales, Rambo shells

Sonic tails

[?]/shells

Heaven/Hell

Sharks/whales

And that's just for a nigga to say, "Big T! You did well."

[Round 1: Big T]

Hitman Holla, what a [?]

Well it's Hitman turn to get hit man, no casket

I give him and his man's urns

College didn't give you street knowledge

I'm 'bout to make him and his man you learn

You 'bout to see Hitman holler once he run into Hitman Hearns

Boy you done ran into that bad apple

Period blood, I Tampax you

Found on the beach by a sand castle

Freestyle? I Saran Wrap you

Dress you up in a rabbit suit and let Yosemite Sam have you

I got money to send ya fam' at you

Have everyone from Nelly to Murphy Lee backhand smack you

Tell you to football post with your hands shackled

And have Superbowl Ram tackles come ramshack you

Now I got you, everybody is hearin' it

He represent the Lou', right?

Everybody, it's history

Not just because I'm 'bout to beat the shit outta him lyrically

Y'all 'bout to see a nigga put St. Louis out of misery (Missouri)

Y'all don't want him for fightin' and beef squabbling

Him? Standin' in the trap with packs to bring dollars in?

That nigga a snitch

Never carry those around [?]

You'll think we roll with librarians, we'll never allow Holla in (hollerin')

Boy this ain't what you want right now

You'll get jumped right now

Get up and get snubbed right down

You don't believe me?! Chump lie down

Silencer on son like blaow

Make it sound more like...

Put one foot up on his butt right now

I grab his hands and feet, pull him up right now

[?] tryin' to make 'em touch right now

I get him go, his spine will be shaped like the arch if it was upside down

I hate everything about you

When you was born, I hate the fuckin' day

Nigga I hate ya mom for havin' you, I wrote her hate mail on Mother's Day

I go back in time and tell ya pops to get head instead of gettin' fuckin laid

Trick is, you knew that shit couldn't get pregnant the other way

Boy I hate the air you breathe, every fuckin' day

I hate the house you live in, the pillow where you fuckin' lay

You was a baby, I hate the playpen you and your brother play

Bottle, bib, I even hate the crib like a runaway

You lucky we at this battle if you wasn't I'd call the tribe on him

You know, find the crib at, where he live at, get a line on him

Mother, brother, son, fuck 'em all we ridin' on 'em

You know I gotta be discrete you know Holla be havin' wires on him

His [?] grab the heater, put the drier on him

But his brother had heart, now you can open it up and find it on him

I ain't gonna tell you how his little boy dyin'

But the way we took the son (sun) out you would've thought we put blinders on

You thought you was gonna win this battle huh chica? Not today

We Terror Squad, 'Lean Back', give the rock away

Where you hustle, we'll call shots today

Boy you'll have thought we was playin' Jenga the way we pull this nigga's block away

{Smack calls time}

[Round 2: Hitman Holla]

Chicago rappers known for the gang bangin'

Snatchin' charms if the chain hangin'

And y'all quick to bust TEC's

But lately, Yung Berg got St. Louis thinkin' all that shit's suspect

You don't got coke to blow, you aren't what you seem to be

Nigga you soft ass teddy bear, you wouldn't swing on a Wii

Aye, I run up on you with a [?] knife, clean through his knees

After I chop him up, St. Louis, Buffalo wings on me

I turn his bitch into a [?]

I wish you [?] me, but you the type that wanna wrestle, bear hug me

Fuck contact I just need to skin his shoulders

Where my polar bears? I got some shit to knock grizzlies over

Big T, I don't know what you heard, but I ain't none of what you heard

My GD niggas in the Chi' told me you was a fuckin' nerd

In high school all you did was beg for nigga's lunches

Didn't even smoke, always had the munchies

[?] junkies

The same [?] you takin' here is equivalent to [?] a house with a joystick cord tryin' to bungie

You think it's a game until they find you in the dirt like Jumanji

Top prospect of the country

You? Just lunch meat

Ya bitch called me for sex, I make her take me to the mall first

Come back, deep throat me 'til her jaws hurt

He can't even show up at her house, she make him call first

He hard headed, pops up...see me there...now we all here

Now I want to fight him

I slam his face into the wall first

Drag him outside, mouth open, make him claw dirt

Put him in the street, I had fun, let him crawl first

Stand him up, then hit him with the truck like Stallworth

Ya clique a bunch of lame niggas, all jerks

A whole buck combined is what y'all all worth

Aye, he came 50 deep

Good, cause I'ma let the .40 shake

And turn SMACK DVD to channel A&E cause I'ma shoot the First 48

He don't wanna fight, I'll steel mill box him

What's Ali to a female Hopkins?

Bring my last gat from that one shootout you know why? I'ma re-shell 'em

Sell his body parts on the computer, watch how I e-mail 'em

Put his insides on layaway, watch how I retail him

You forgot? Aw, a nigga got to re-tell him

That there's a big difference between bein' big and shy and bein' big in the Chi'

Ball game!

[Round 2: Big T]

Yo, I knew you was gonna come with all that rah rah shit

Haha quit

'Fore you hear that vrr-atata spit

Grandma, nana, papa hit

Lil' sis' outlined in the same chalk she play hopscotch wit'

I should've never took this battle in the first place

Pistols? I had two in front of him like I had him up in third place

Flowers be where ya dirt placed

Cause I'm blastin' the weapon to have him pass in a second like a force out comin' from first base

[?] say you see my bitch and you wanna smash that

Aight don't be surprised if she askin', "Where the cash at?"

You step to a [?] you get laughed at

You be at a House Party but you wouldn't give this Kid Play in Class Act

That's that

I got heat seekers to follow you remember

Rain, sleet, snow, it'll follow through the winter

Brick, snow, concrete, it'll follow through and hit ya

Eat through you and seek through you and follow you to dinner

He alive? Roload and follow through to injure

Only way you'll be saved if you was followin' the scriptures

Shoot you in January watch it follow you to December

Aim at his computer screen, now they can follow him on Twitter

That's how I send 'em at Holla

That's why we call him "That Holla" cause you sort loud

Ya flow? Meow

Me? I'm a lion when he on the prowl

You lack success cause you not accepted well, nigga we know ya style

You September 12th when the tower's fell, everything's watered down

So don't be goin' how you let lead spark

Go 'head talk

But ya man's bark?

Man that nigga [?] gonna be a landmark

I'm leavin' you stinkin' and ya man talk

I put ya grandma back 'til her spine shaped like a damn arch

Put ya granddad in the hospital, he got a bad heart

Next to someone they pullin' the plug on and switch the damn chart

I don't care if you rock a damn vest, these bullets go through ya flesh part

It'll be in his chest like Brett, bullets be next to Hitman heart (Hart)

I bet you thought you had the win like it was a damn shoo-in

You went 12 rounds wit' me? Thought you had the win

Congratulations though {pulls his hand back}

Thought you had a friend

You ain't a baller, you [?] in that class you in

Oh you think you stuntin', right cause [?] let you have the Benz

C-Class to G-Class, look at the whips they have you in

But I got the mind to see whatever Benz they have you in

And do like Columbine, hit up every Class you in

They wanted to style on him you see T you see the hoes wit' me

You know, sippin' Mo', Remy, Remy, Mo' 'til the show empty

Unload, reload, unload, reload until the fo' empty

Boy these real clips I'm bringin' to the movies will leave the show empty

Sayin' "finish him" now I can take his soul wit' me

You couldn't be sick like I be sick if you caught a cold wit' me

[?] condo then I'm John Doe in the [?] bell go "Hello"

Listen nigga, you not in my weight class we can't clash-

{Smack calls time}

[Round 3: Hitman Holla]

'Round here, watch how you talk T

Peep the word "softy"

Cause you'll get more than your ball took tryin' to cross me

Overweight rapper, the hoes be like, "The hell wit' him."

You can't pack a show, you play in Boston you wouldn't sell tix (Celtics)

You a frail bitch that ain't never shot a shell clip

It won't be a pretty sight but I'll make this male strip

Put the Eagle on him, clips (Clipse) good like Pharrell's shit

Leave him on a trail ditched or next to a shellfish

When the cops find him they mistake him for a whale fish

Burn his whole house down, [?] shit

I been progressin', you still waitin' to excel shit

Name your mixtape "garage" you still wouldn't sell shit

Talkin' 'bout you never lost, tonight we shall see

You leavin' here a runnin' back cause you gon' take an L, T

Hitman is in now, fuck could you tell me?

Chicago think you the shit? Then wait 'til they smell me

His girlfriend tried to warn him

He mad cause his whore know he couldn't beat me on my worst day

With a sore throat he couldn't see me on his best day with a horoscope

He still tryin' to make a name, I'm a for sure vote

This water too shallow, for you to try to dive in

You don't wanna die? Better watch your eyes then

I go to his granny house like, "Knock knock"

"Who is it?"

"Tramp let my guys in!"

She screamin' "Don't shoot me!"

"Ain't nobody gonna shoot you. Bitch we brought them knives in

Where's newborn?" I listen for the cries when

I spot her, I pick her up by her thighs then

Put her across my chin, cut her across the chest, it look like I'm playin' a violin

[?] he lyin', I win

I'ma fuck yo' ass up for the time bein'

I knew I said I wouldn't do it, but fuck it, I'm stressin'

I gotta address it, like I could've been ignorant but the shit is depressin'

For example; I could've said your body too wide to fit in a wide body Lexus

Or you smell like breakfast

Or, "Bitch! Get yo' fat black ass over here and make some macaroni and cheese in my [?]"

[?]

This ain't verbal abuse, this violence; domestic

I know a fiend that if I give 50 cent, he'll rape, burn and kill ya mama; [?]

As y'all can see, this nigga done

For all you other battle rappers, there's only so much longer you niggas can run

Ball game!

[Round 2: Big T]

Boy you look at me like you got a point to prove

But swing on me I'ma get my joints confused

Or I'ma hit you with all sorts of moves

These are scopes all on the tools

So takin' ya life, seem real easy from my point of view

And I ain't goin' to the joint for you, so that mean anybody that roll with you can end up on the news

Ya bitch said somethin' she goin' too

I shot at Whoopi Goldberg just for the bitch bein' on The View

In my city we wouldn't honor you in the honor roll

If you took Barack Obama role

And Jeffrey Dahmer mode

We'll be where you spot at; vamanos

Everyone on the block flat; dominoes

Adios, I'm the manager of the chaos

Of it's your job to live, right? Well I'm 'bout to get him laid off

Boy advances better pay off

If not then it's bye bye like two free advances in the playoffs

Adolf on the shit I'm on if the crew wit' me

You know why he don't want nothin' to do with me

There's too many Jews wit' me

I got the money to make a bitch settle that was too picky

I'm what she don't wanna see in yo' bitch like a new hickey

Damn boy, you couldn't be a Bad Boy if you knew Diddy

Now he want somethin' to do wit' me cause he see his boo wit' me

He threw two, missed me, boy I was too swifty

But if you ain't Mayweather well these haymakers gon' be a doohicky

He's trainin' like a girl, I let two hit me

Then another two hit me

Then a falafaboo hit me

I think, "The fuck am I fightin' for? I got that chalaka boo wit' me!"

Boo Boo wit' me

Boo Boo Boo wit' me

Who is he? Nigga I roll with mad clips; two 50's

[?] Russell mentality, I ain't tryin' to make no new 50's

Franklin's and new Benji's, pop him, this dude stick me

That nigga couldn't get a president face if he was Monica Lewinsky

Usually I'll spread the .4 but I forgot it today

What that machete for? Edge or sword, chopped in the face

Him and his man neck exposed to the neck and bones, they shouldn't have got in the way

Now they head'll roll so much, I damn near forgot they was gay

I'm where your spot is today, set up shop see if you home there

Get a block, set up shop, make it home there

He said [?]

Go on player

Or you bae be found like the letter "H" it be in the middle of "nowhere"

You see me and T we get it gone there

[?] set up shop, make it home there

[?] but if any nigga look at me wrong there

I get a list of your Facebook friends and wipe out every motherfucker on there!

Listen, Holla, you don't wanna step in my weight class young guy

Tough guy, I'll knock you out 'til you only got one eye

I eat nigga up like you baby, c'mon lunch time

Nigga this ain't even dinner for a nigga like you it's brunch time

I come around Nestle, you ain't involved, crunch time

You get in my face nigga you ain't a full course, it's munch time

{Smack calls time}