[Chorus: Pat Stay]
Pat Stay with this chilled-out track
Give me the motherfucking microphone and you just lay back
Ride to this, get fried to this
Drink a piss-warm Colt 45 to this
It’s ya’ boy Pat Stay, I’m just messing around but check it out, yo

[Verse: Pat Stay]
Yo, fuck around you’ll be a ghost buster
‘Cause for a swig of a Colt I’ll swing at ya’ throat with a blade
Duck you get jigged in the mouth sucker
I got so much buckaroo in my bone structure
Suckers see me and fucking beat it like Roadrunner
Like duck they beeps and fucking delete they phone numbers
‘Cause they call me cussing and screaming, I’m like ‘oh shut up’
I’m the sucka-free boss
You got a big mouth word, you can suck a mean cock, faggot
Six-fo’ two hundred and twenty-five pounds
Fuck around bliggity fucking blaow, better be ducking down
I get wild, when I throw hands, my old man boxed
So when pops was a young’un he showed me little man
I’m a chilled-out dude but I still will go through and kill yo’ whole crew, ‘cause I don’t give a damn
Uh, fuck with me get buck-fifty’ed or I grab a deuce-deuce and bust quick like a minute man
Uh, now who fucking with Pat?
Suckers talking so fucking much I say ‘suffering succotash’, uh
What’s up with that they punk, scared to battle me
I’m a fucking animal: bestiality
Don’t set trip, tuh, you get slept quick
My fist is electric make you shake like you epileptic I’m representing the Darkside
Yeah, I’m low-down so I used to hold it down no doubt but yo
I’m known around to be a pretty cool dude
I’m too smooth to be going around acting a fool
I’m a man now, but back then it was funny
Man I used to go to court, see all of my buddies
We had no feelings at all
We’d ride a bike, find a dealer to rob
Ditch the bikes then go steal us a car
I remember being able to hit up Green Gables every fucking day with a duffel bag and never get caught
Huh, I don’t think I’m hard or nothing
I never been to jail, stabbed up or shot or nothing
I’ve caused some ruckus, but hey we’ve all caused some ruckus
See I’m calm but I’m something y’all don’t wanna fuck with like a condom that’s busted
Get it? Think about it bitch
In the meantime I’ma drink a Colt and dip
Bust a rhyme make the world say ‘holy shit
Who is this Pat Stay character, I will blow his dick’
Tuh, I don’t rap much ‘cause rap sucks
I just say whatever, I was drunk when I wrote this shit
Tuh, speak ya’ mind never hold ya’ breath
‘Cause tomorrow’s a step closer to death, so fuck it
[Chorus: Pat Stay]
Yeah, get fried to this, sip a motherfucking Colt 45 to this
It’s ya’ boy Pat Stay, with this chilled-out track
Give me the motherfucking microphone and you just lay back
Ride to this, get fried to this
Cop a, eight-pack of dry ice to this
It’s ya’ boy Pat Stay, with this chilled out track
Give me the motherfucking microphone