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Right off rip! You ready or no? You ready? Man f**k you I don't wanna near no "white boy Canada sh*t" Cause end of the day, you can get f**kin' body slammed in this b*t*h Straight up Hands on my hips and I'll river dance on his sh*t No respect Pocket check his a** right off the rip Boy I'll slap you 'cross your pouty face Oh you thought I'd feel out of place? You ain't more welcome here just cause New York and Newark sound the same I give a f**k where you from I'll take a bite out the Big Apple and leave you and Jersey hung like New York Knicks rafters What? I see a lot of y'all out hеre rockin' them dreads, it's a popular trеnd, I like that So no one will even notice when I put I put the mop to his head But I'd rather drop him instead My backhand hella proper Sh*t'll sound like he did a belly flop off a helicopter F**k with me You think you are hard? You a damn liar I'll leave this dummy in the trunk like a spare tire Little punk, I'll flinch at him and f**kin' terrify him You catch his fade I'll give Eric a bad doo (Erykah Badu), wrap your head around that I'll slam him and paralyze him Swing you around like a helicopter in North Carolina Swag drippin' like some Aunt Jemima Roll his little a** in a ball and slam dunk him like Harold Miner B*t*h 270 pounds I give a f**k if he's 80 deep I'm A.D.D I'll leave his head in the clouds, I'll fight all of you solo bro Pile him up like a totem pole Draggin' (dragon) body in a circle like Mortal Kombat logo goes B*t*h Act like you wanna fight Psst No you don't You don't like the sound of us goin' blow for blow like a homophobe I'm old school like the cross arm shoulder pose So I'd rather go toe to toe But if we scrapped up, I bet I'd pull that .9 back first like rotary phone I guarantee ya Don't make me pop off witcha Crazy white boy with a strap, f**kin' Long John Silver Mothaf**ka I'll pop DNA like a brought up Springer Then let it ring, ring, ring and bounce like Knock, Knock, Ginger B*t*h! I'm layin' all of you down I like you Conceited, so when I bust you better crawl on the ground Or catch your stray dog (dawg) like the pound I'll leave him in the ocean floatin', ready to open on purpose He finna be stickin' out the water like a shark close to the surface Damn They said I wouldn't get no love out here I'm Pat Stay b*t*h, I'm the f**kin' man everywhere Straight the f**k up What the f**k's up now Got Queenzflip in your corner now? But I just flip Queens upside down Time! You tried to get on your Shotgun Suge sh*t, now you started a war I could snuff him and remove part of his jaw Pocket tap back because I was taught the bigger you are the harder you fall Welcome to America Pat Before we start this battle, me and you gotta have a conversation First off, spit ya sh*t, but don't lick ya lips, that's gon' f**k up my concentration You wanna smoke crack, wait 'til after the battle UDubb ain't ya mama's basement And don't touch me or push me like Charron Cause that's gon' leave to confrontation A bunch of Spanish n***as shootin' in the back They don't got time or patience Soon as that n***a left, off his (office) camp, this an Obama-nation I'm contemplatin', use the .9 or let the Llama bake him But still swearin' to raise the .5, this the inauguration It's time to let this lame have it I was 9 with a .9 but changed tactics And since 21 held the .22, I ain't the same Savage Show us respect or we'll make static You owe us a check? Don't bring a late package Two arms over the chest, we'll straight jack it (jacket) They feel E (Philly) should answer with the tre, I hate practice It's yo' time to show to prove that you work, let's make magic The toast I bang, then change ratchets He hope I change, use the same 'matic You'll be a Ghost like James, they lookin' in the casket like, "This ain't (Saint) Patrick" By the time he (Tommy) get those Power lines, this should have everybody jumpin' This shotty pump him Or I can just choke this b*t*h since y'all think highly of him Now my favorite part about Power? It be Tasha and Angie Everyday when I watch it I wanna see which one looks better It be changin' This n***a is a coke head His favorite part about Power is when they show Kanan ('cane) I make everybody in the back quiet Creep through his block, mad silent Find out where his house at and bring the pounds back; bad diet The gat fire, let the cat try it The steel will (Steeler) go against the Patriot if Pat riot Y'all get it, the Steelers facin' the Patriot and Patriots, you know what? Skip that Big gun, big strap, that'll air the whip A different pair will kick; mismatch I spread the bucks around the hood, this a give back It'll Shine and Roc(k) this square up, it got Double Impact When it kick back Al Kapone, I got the Sig' (cig') smokin' when I ain't wit' Smack Al Sharpton, he'll be tryin' to fight these rights but gettin' slicked back You'll get the point after you touch down, soon as it kick PAT Or I can get my dawgs (dogs) involved and grab K .9 (K-9) Curry or Durand, that means you get the .30 or the tre five Don't make me black with the paws (pause) like we're texting on FaceTime I'll have 16's pop at your door; Dateline Your man winnin'; lottery ticket; Take5 Two twin headshots, you'll sink (sync) alike like great minds Brought a .4 and (foreign) taste, you think about crossing state lines Or you can get robbed in the Project Pat(t) if state fly They say bullets got no name So I switch to the cal' in case the .9's will miss (anonymous) One ringin', stay down; monogamist Whatchu gon' talk about? My missin' tooth? My mom's and sh*t? I used to clap machetes? The obvious It's a Drake verse 'Stay Schemin' that's a Common diss This b*t*h a square, scope on, my vision clear Rick Ross diet, n***a come a pair (pear) My n***as prepared You want war? Triggers appear Dirty Dancing Patrick can just lift that b*t*h in the air I'm wildin' It's round one I'm f**kin' you up And you can tell a bunch of jokes that ain't all that But honestly if you ain't come to rap you should've stayed home Pat Round one You ready? Gap toothed little Cookie Monster Fat, stinky, pathetic, little baby fat body F**kin' hunch back, Pug faced, nasally little slouch Take a bath go fix your mouth and get the f**k off Clip's couch No real talk you gotta fix that sh*t bro, you're drenchin' me He spits when he talks, even if he clench his teeth Hey Shine you better tell your homeboy Memphis Gleek To hit the dentist or that space will give you space 'fore I dent his cheek Can't even whistle...never be a referee If your dog runs away- she gone...just let it be You ain't catchin' no cab with that little pathetic qweef If 'Whistle While You Twerk' comes on right now I bet he leaves Aye, enough with the jokes, time to get disrespectful though Got an issue, I'll light your face up like Charlemagne from that Breakfast show I'll turn you into a vegetable Like your mom so y'all can be extra close But you'll never be with your pops cause the stairway to Heaven ain't wheelchair accessible I said I'll disrespect that hoe Since I know she ain't got no sex life I'll pick up her limbless body and use that b*t*h as a f**king flesh light My little j*rk dog That's just the way she was born? That's her fault I'll grip that little cripple b*t*h and chuck her like a f**kin' Nerf ball What? Say somethin' Any of you motherf**kers K-Shine's soft as a hicky and you next (neck) sucka Head buster No, you just the head busta Pick you up by the scruff of your neck ad head b*** you What?! I'm from Scotia Look me in my eyes I ain't no fisherman dawg But I might just hook you on the fly Drag you outside by- I'll drag you out by the dock Look on the ground, find a rock Then leave his square head brain leakin' so he can think outside the box You from Queens? Man I don't give a f**k That doesn't scare me Think you the King of Queens 'til this caskets (cast gets) dug and carried (Doug and Carrie) I'll drive by in drop top Benz, the color cherry Cans hangin' out the back of whip like I just got married I'm from Nova Scotia I'll be the first to flip like Motorola He tries to steal my Thunder like Oklahoma Okay, see (OKC), but that's where you f**ked up, I told ya Pat Stay's fresh outta his coma It's over You're ugly {Pat and DNA talking between rounds} Why are your verses 25 minutes? I don't get it Why do you suck? It's a thousand bucks Jesus Christ it's the drugs Aye baby do I look like I'm on drugs? I'm on swoll' Nah you good. I seen brolic crackheads. Y'all seen 'em, y'all from Jersey. I said listen though, right? I can picture this n***a Pat Stay goin' to drug rehab Like, "Hi. My name's 'Patrick' and I'm a crackhead." Look at him right now like, "DNA that's very true Cocaine puts me in a better mood." I'm surprised you ain't mad at Charron right now cause he got Roc(k) instead of you I mean honestly the sh*t's silly What make him think he can stick with me We all know you only took this battle in Jersey cause you heard it was "Brick City" White people be doin' the weirdest sh*t Like y'all just got this Wanna Be Cool/Dow sh*t With this fake swag So I wanna paint a scenario for y'all if me and Pat Stay was in the same cla** If I walked in school, they'd see me with a trench coat like, "Damn that n***a fly." Y'all see him walk in the school with a trench coat we all look like, "Damn, we finna die." But enough jokes, it's Pat Stay, the one dyin' to be on UDubb or the SMACK stage When the MAC raised don't act brave Try to run, bullets will fly in his man chin (mansion); Bat Cave You mess around I'll shut him down; Back Page You in big danger (Danja), like Zone in his past days If I shoot twice, tell Pat "pray" This a food fight, we clap tre's This gon' be your first time capped in (cap and) Jersey, welcome to Draft Day The way I make him [?] with the mil' (Mill) you think Nicki and Meek is back together Let's see who's raps is better Saga versus Swave, this to go past the Sever R.I.P. to Bernie but I'ma hold this MAC (Mack) forever Good with the iron, your girl jump in, we'll black and deck her (Black & Decker) When it comes to battle rap, you ain't put in half the effort Ain't killed for times back to back and have the pressure Half is clever Your choice, get pistol whipped or clap Berettas They gon' find Stay in a body bag, in other words, Pat in (patent) leather And I'm still willin' to kill Daylyt, or Davone Campbell Either way I'm givin' this Crip lead F**k what his clique said, we bust in the door, I send 'em in (cinnamon) with sticks; Big Red We hit legs They sayin', "You shouldn't do Martin schemes", Tommy died, that sh*t dead But it surely (Shirly) would've been cold (Cole) to show Campbell the Big Head Whoever I air gone, I'm with [?] We bare (bear) arms forget Ted If you stare wrong, the car gettin' shot; the whip fled I hit cores (Cor's), forget Tez Don't gotta be near John to spit lead When the nail grip in my Mafia still (steel) different I'm with Prez You ain't the same You gettin' that chain was your claim to fame Send men my way they'll be M.I.A.; 'Paper Plane' F**k it I'll take the blame Should've been there to make the change When you disappear it'll do magic; David Blaine You a faggot that don't take the train Why step on my favorite lane I'm front row with the nickel son (Nicholson), it look like a Laker's game He hatin' I spray the thang Found my way in and take his chains If your pockets got any loot in it (lieutenant), they men (Damon) 'bout to feel major pain (Major Payne) It's round two, I'm f**kin' you up You came with jokes that ain't all that But honestly, if you ain't come to rap you should've stayed home Pat Aye listen, y'all hear me? You know I always do the real sh*t in the third round so look You're surrounded with gangbangers that'll really die and clap for that flag But that's light Tell 'em all about your battle rap gang Y'all say gang sh*t and throw gang signs for a battle rap gang So don't even try to call me a nerd or make it a white and black thang Bro you're the biggest nerd here You're the biggest nerd in this whole scene dude I got way more in common with these dudes I guarantee you See, I know most of the sh*t we say is all entertainment But you know absolutely nothing about any of the sh*t you be sayin' Look, you're been battling seven years That's 84 months This is your 97th battle, so let's add this sh*t up So since a pre-teen 'til now you've done over a battle a month You've literally had no time, how much dirt could you have actually done? Since a youth you've either been battling or preparing battle raps, the streets is a fantasy to you You couldn't adapt in that habitat But all you rap about is clappin' gats and bein' in that field, right? Boy, I bet you don't even know what holding a gun feels like Tying a man up with a rope, bustin' his head with a steel pipe You've dodged bullets (Bulletz) on King Of The Dot, I've dodged bullets in real life What's your life like? And that sh*t angers me for real Bro all you know, is battle rap You were raised and molded by battle rap The "gangsters" that you know are just like the toughest guys in battle rap For real! Seriously! For real! Battle rap is all you watch, battle rappers is all you hang with Bunch of law abiding citizens with violent imaginations Look, I'm by myself! Look, I wish I had my boys here, but cause of legal sh*t they can't be So I do this sh*t for them cause they saved me from them damn streets Put out JD's bail so he could spend his Christmas with his family Sent my last $100 bucks to my man Sam for his canteen Cause if it wasn't for them, bro, I'd be right there with 'em If I got caught for all the sh*t I've done I'd probably be doin' life in prison But moral of the story though I ain't mad that you talk about shootin' Neither one of us have a gun, but only one of us know how to use it Aye, f**k battle rap that's real sh*t But I ain't tryin' to like G check him It's cool, keep flexin' As long as you know, this area here is the nose bleed section Check it, I'll put the hammer to his knees like I'm checkin' his reflexes Caps blown off like runnin' in the wind and the breeze swept in Word Catch it? Aight Word, catch it? Aight, I don't just battle rappers like you I teach lessons F**k a punch line or gun bar scheme you gotta think about I spit that sh*t that you gotta go home, look in the mirror and think about And you're f**kin' chubby Pat Stay, Pat Stay, round of applause Not for you, what I did in the last round I need a drum roll for me Said that looks like the nose bleeds, that sh*t look like front row to me I mean, I just stood right here in your space and nothing happened So where's the gang and the crew And since you said you wish you had your n***as, you had them with Calicoe, now you got some explaining to do Cause um, it's a lot of things we can talk about Patrick in battle rap But it's one situation you don't wanna get into Before I start, battle rap confrontations is something we all been through Some got pushed, even I got shoved, n***as tapped some chins too But the most confusing situation I seen is how Calicoe did you Let's get the measurements right Cause you about 6'6" and he's about 6'2" That n***a's only 220 compared to you he's not even a big dude I mean we seen you go and push Charron, f**k it, I would've tricked too But when Calicoe hit you You had that same face lookin' like a kid when their mom caught them after they skipped school The n***a said, "I'm ready to fight." Security looked like, "B*t*h move." Sure as they broke the sh*t up he said, "Calicoe. Even though you mushed me and knocked off my hat, let's battle. Sh*t's cool." On the inside you was p*ssed too Face red as an apple like, "If we was back in Canada I would've just ooooh I know how to fix you." N***a hold your hat straight This is past race You seen that Calicoe pop and you wanted no problems with that Black Face The heat I'm holdin' here, hit three, reloading air You was scared to step in Cal's zone (calzone) so the piece a (pizza) Fold a square Look at him! Look at him! Look at him! Look at him! He mad right now Goin' to the side textin' Ray Swag like, "I need to get the f**k outta here and call a cab right now The way DNA broke me down about Calicoe is lookin' bad right now And I thought the sh*t would rock in Jersey, I'm nothin' like Fab' right now Skip those the fifth low, the clip longer than an RBE intro We cut targets, limbs go Then bust an (Busta) artist; Flipmode And still got the machine in the basement like the Winslow's When it comes to hammers we grip those Don't try to dip slow N***a tried to duck when the guns drew he'll (Dru Hill) split up: Sisqo I'm cookin' all you (oil); Crisco You better let your b*t*h know Doug funny, I introduce the Patty to the big nose Then start checkin' the weapon, he'll be dead in some seconds You thought Th3 Saga continues 'til you sent to the reverend It's very depressing, what should I use, the TEC or the Wesson? When bullets will have Stay open, that's 7/11 I'll rumble for my pride, put hundreds on the line N***a you tried to dip, then buck it (bucket) when we drive F**k it he gon' die The cops there I'm dumpin' by his ride Q-Tip, you get the headshot with just this (justice) on the side Then I give him a Chess (chest) round, put him through the struggle Dude is puzzled Drake and J.Lo, he'll be gettin' Six God by the newest couple Cause you ate ours twice, let's do a double Don't care if you reb***al I'm 'bout to tear up the joint soon as a I move a muscle Walk in with six .9's (Sixnine), they think I'm cool with Russel 'Bout to cause a riot over them stacks, we movin' bundles His leg drop, he'll do the shuffle His head pop, his crew will buckle And never got a chance to ring Pat, you in trouble I find out where ya mama at, then let the Llama clap Just know something Ill Will buck at (bucket) his whip; Pontiac I got a MAC, why would y'all hype this match UDubb got Stay awake like insomniacs It's round three it's gettin hot in here What's my slogan? Get him the f**k outta here! Hell no Get this n***a that lick his lips and is gay the f**k outta here Get everybody in this battle that thought I would play the f**k outta here Get this dude from Canada, Six God, another f**kin' way the f**k outta here Get this big b*t*h that's 6'6", Pat Stay the f**k outta here
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