Someone wanted a collab between N. Hollow and myself.  So we made that happen.

Lyrics:

(N. Hollow)
Counting my stacks up, gonna need backup
Hoofs hurt even if I count ‘em by the racks ugh
Getting this mask up, dressed in a black tux
Shooting up a bank just so I can get a mac up
Damn, why you talking shit ‘cause you ain’t big
Rhyming these patterns but you a little big basic
Thinking you poppin’ off faster than a tech 9
Just wait til I’m finna get mine mm
Better pop it and lock it, I’m charging up on my socket
And imma get me a gothic big tiddy bitch and she ‘gon bob it aye
Grab me the tommy, they finna die if they rob me
Up on my flow by the shotty then imma go hang up the body mhm
Cleaning up these colts like it’s windex
Too many snipers I’m finna trigger like a cishet, mm
La Familia C.E.R
Anypony with a problem come and see these bars, hollow

(ShobieShy)
I don’t really wanna go into it
But I gotta do it. Nevah mutter.  Make ya shudder
Cause I’ll motherfuckin’ do it.
Check a brotha rhymin’ fluid
Never stutter. You is clueless
Do it while I spew it
While you rappin goose shit
Things you know not about but you are loose lipped
Thinkin’ high, “I don’t lie”, You couldn’t make a shoe fit
Grab a tape measure, makin’ sure the noose fits
Cause you’ll wanna off yourself when I spit the truth, bitch
You see,
I go hard on these tracks.
I’ll be
So fast I gotta pay the speed tax
I’m free
Feel free to relax
You’ll be
The one saying “please clap”
Cause you’re a fanimal, a fan deranged like an animal
Callin me crazy, I caused a catastrophic canibal
Cannibalizing lines like a mumble rapping Hannibal
Call a doctor, that face of yours is looking pretty vaginal