HollywoodRealty AKA Da Butcher (Official Thread)

[hollywoodrealty]

alright here's the deal, come in here and take an old song, doesnt matter what it is, and flip it into your own thing, ill drop 1st............

[hollywoodrealty]

one, two, three o clock, roam around with four glocks
five, six, at 7 o'clock, oh shit i heard 8 shots
nine, ten, eleven o clock, i seen the pheens slangen rocks
i walk around, the block, with my classic reeboks

when the clock strikes one, the pheens come
full moon spells doom in the city where im from
when the clock strikes two, police come and frisk you
you're just minding your own business and they come and diss you
when the clock strikes three, i seen these dudes trying to follow me
the belly of the beast is trying to swallow me
when the clock strikes four, you see the streets full of whores
desperate dudes, confused, opening up their car doors
when the clock strikes five, somebody commited suicide
just jumped off the 12th floor of a buildingside
when the clock strikes six, the shit gets even more sick
someone in baghdad blew himself up with dynomite sticks
when the clock strikes seven, somebody better call the revrin
this school got shot up, 10 dead, i need an excedrin
when the clock strikes eight, looks like the ambulance was too late
little timmy drowned swimming in the lake
when the clock strikes nine, the city's already full of crime
stick up kids splitten your wig over a few dimes
when the clock strikes ten, i seen this dude on heroin
he lifted up a car from all his adrenaline
when the clock strikes eleven, you think u see the gates of heaven
but then they close cuz the city's filled with dead sins
when the clock strikes twelve, your reolize your living in hell
start it all over again when u hear the 12 church bells

one, two, three o clock, roam around with four glocks
five, six, at 7 o'clock, oh shit i heard 8 shots
nine, ten, eleven o clock, i seen the pheens slangen rocks
i walk around, the block, with my black classic reeboks

[martyr]

...i could rewrite this but thats a waste of my time of day...

[hollywoodrealty]

martyr you are a lil biatch, i already killed u once ina battle, go take a long walk on a short peer

[Knok-A-Fella]

u beat martyr in a battle

Bless, 1

[martyr]

ha! dude:


YOU ARE WACK

i murdered you and two or three other cats at once... no one voted for you... there were'nt even votes in that battle... it wasn't even a battle... you kept dropping section of stupid lines after section of stupid lines and people kept stating how you we're not good at all...

[martyr]

one, two, three o' clock, i burn hate with four glocks
five, six, seven tocks, i heard eight or more shots
nine, ten, eleven stop, now i'ma set this kid right
'cause in the next sixty minutes you're forgetting mid night

when the clock strikes one, i'm fiending ripe blood
full moon means night comes and you sleeping knifed up
when the clock ticks two, you're sucking your dick dude
you we're minding your own business as i come and diss you
the clocks hitting three, and you're still licking D
the only thing getting swallowed is you drinking seed
when the clock's ticking four, you apply lip stick galore
you're desperate dude, fuck you, you think you're a whore
when it finally reaches five, you sigh dreaming of suicide
but you're too much of a pussy and too squeemish to try
when the clock's striking six, you're not liking it
you already blew your self and now you got kinda sick
when your Timex says seven, you buy several Excederin(c)
got a head ache from reality as you cry to the reverend
when the clock stops on eight, i still got some hate
you drown in self loathing, you still cannot create
when the clock says it's nine, you stress your sex crime
dressed up like a dead dime, you sense its bed time
when the clock strikes ten, you're so fucking stupid
because people on heroin sit there so fucking useless
when the clock strikes eleven, i dissed you with faggot jokes
because really man, you're aweful and there's nothing you have to show
when the clock strikes twelve, you think you might like yourself
you need another twelve to restart; you're trife as hell

one, two, three o' clock, i burn hate with four glocks
five, six, seven tocks, i heard eight or more shots
nine, ten, eleven stop, now i'ma set this kid right
'cause in the next sixty minutes you're forgetting mid night

[PsYkOsUs]

one, two, three o' clock, i burn hate with four glocks
five, six, seven tocks, i heard eight or more shots
nine, ten, eleven stop, now i'ma set this kid right
'cause in the next sixty minutes you're forgetting mid night

when the clock strikes one, i'm fiending ripe blood
full moon means night comes and you sleeping knifed up
when the clock ticks two, you're sucking your dick dude
you we're minding your own business as i come and diss you
the clocks hitting three, and you're still licking D
the only thing getting swallowed is you drinking seed
when the clock's ticking four, you apply lip stick galore
you're desperate dude, fuck you, you think you're a whore
when it finally reaches five, you sigh dreaming of suicide
but you're too much of a pussy and too squeemish to try
when the clock's striking six, you're not liking it
you already blew your self and now you got kinda sick
when your Timex says seven, you buy several Excederin(c)
got a head ache from reality as you cry to the reverend
when the clock stops on eight, i still got some hate
you drown in self loathing, you still cannot create
when the clock says it's nine, you stress your sex crime
dressed up like a dead dime, you sense its bed time
when the clock strikes ten, you're so fucking stupid
because people on heroin sit there so fucking useless
when the clock strikes eleven, i dissed you with faggot jokes
because really man, you're aweful and there's nothing you have to show
when the clock strikes twelve, you think you might like yourself
you need another twelve to restart; you're trife as hell

one, two, three o' clock, i burn hate with four glocks
five, six, seven tocks, i heard eight or more shots
nine, ten, eleven stop, now i'ma set this kid right
'cause in the next sixty minutes you're forgetting mid night

LOL, i don't think i've ever seen someone slain by their own conecpt before... martyr just raped you with your own verse...

[tekunique]

LOL, i don't think i've ever seen someone slain by their own conecpt before... martyr just raped you with your own verse...

well something similar would be Pac dissin Biggie & Puff using the same "Get Money remix" beat.. Pac was pretty pissed to say the least in that track..LOL

[hollywoodrealty]

ya but martyr is a bitch so how could he of killed my verse, as for psycusus, i never seen u spit one line, your like the fat kid in gym class that gets picked last you wack ass

[hollywoodrealty]

martyr didnt even give it his own twist, he took all my words, your on my nuts likethey were made of velcrow and your a cottonball

[PsYkOsUs]

ya but martyr is a bitch so how could he of killed my verse, as for psycusus, i never seen u spit one line, your like the fat kid in gym class that gets picked last you wack ass

LOL... you're a joke... nowhere near my level... you're brand new if you haven't seen my catalogue, son... go buy yourself another pair of reebok classics you fuckin' dork...

[tekunique]

LOL... you're a joke... nowhere near my level... you're brand new if you haven't seen my catalogue, son... go buy yourself another pair of reebok classics you fuckin' dork...

nike uptowns > rbk classics

[hollywoodrealty]

martyr and psykosus sitting in a tree
they like golden showers, i heard martyr likes to drink the pee
they are two of the wackest mc's, they can never rap on
this track, as a matter of fact they like to play with strap on's
get clapped son, you started to get retarded with the wrong dude
ill hurt you, your both on way past your curfue
ill send you to your room with no playstation
you try to talk shit but u got verbal constipation
dont hate son, cuz im droppen hits, your sucken dicks
cut off both of your tounges cuz i heard enough of it
dumb deaf blind mute, im droppen you without a parachute
and im kicken rhymes like a pair of boots
im the sniper, when i sit i stair and shoot
your words are rubbish, ditch your ass down the garbage chute
you're both wack and cant rap, your not poetic
you want beef, well im the butcher, come get it

[PsYkOsUs]

LOL... you're garbage...