Pat Stay
Pat Stay vs. Shotty Horroh
[Round 1: Shotty Horroh]
This here is a solution to bring back the original form like embalming fluid or formaldehyde
Don't be embarrassed you're about to die
Just look at all those dead legends you're surrounded by that doubted mine
Pat Stay's big, but only cause of the drugs that he's takin'
I don't give a fuck if he's freestylin' back at me when I'm freestylin' so fuck what he's sayin'
I just got off a plane from Sweden- from England to Sweden
I'm doin' this for a reason
Big up my uncle Steven
And rest in peace I'ma beat ya fuckin' bloody 'til I see him
I'm deeper, listеn
Shotty Horroh, I'm the Horroh man
I don't give a fuck about you and your bullshit gay relationship with Hollohan
I was gonna talk about you and Hollohan but I don't do rеligion
Well since you diss GOD I think your crew's a fiction (crucifixion)
Yo, fuck that
I know some people that'll put a strap on his head and they don't make snap backs
If you test me, it's U.F.C., they'll spin Pat backwards to make "Pat" "tap"
Yo, fuck, and I hate when I fuck up when I'm spittin' my bars
This is cause I don't give a fuck I don't give a shit I'm a star
I'ma run up in ya fuckin' hotel room, kick the door off, light up a cigar
Fuckin' bend your bitch over the telly, stick my dick in her ass
And say Basementality Bitch, I ain't rid of my bars
Yo, my name is Shotty Horroh, I get foggy off the weed talk
You see me walkin' around kickin' Pat Stay's face with my Reeboks
I don't give a fuck if he's hot
I'm in Sweden, you've seen Block, I'm around AK-47's out of windows with these lot
Bllllat
Fuck it, and your hat's stupid you ain't even from Shaolin
You think he tries testin' with me, I'm little I gotta fight him off with a knife I'm going to fuckin' stab him
I'm from Hardford, all of that
Listen, I'm talking back
You got fucking jails, let's just call it that
Wait, let's just call him "Pat"
Wait, he stopped training let's just call him "fat"
Listen, he's here rappin' in front of a bunch of dudes and what can I say since I forgot my bars and I have to freestyle except
Moobs!
Moobs!
Moobs!
Man boobs
Moobs are man boobs, and that's great
Those boobs are so big they actually lactate
So if I was skinny and I need nutrition all I have to do is suck on those two titties
[Pat] That's muscle baby
[Shotty]
No, really though, job on the spot
Drop and give me ten
Why you talkin' about Hollohan stop dissin' all your friends
And I'm gonna fuckin' run up in your house and fuck your auntie
And fuck you bitch I already heard all your bars from Bishop Brigante
Yo, bang
My name's Shotty and I'm so mean
I don't give a fuck, I freestyle I'm so lean
I ain't got no written but I got mo' frees
And who the fuck gave Organik (organic) loads of protein?
You fucking grape
Listen, when I linked up with some chick-
Fuck it time
[Round 1: Pat Stay]
Moobs all day baby
Moobs hahaha
Shotty I like you, but you be on some sucka shit
Cause every place you go and battle you be suckin' dick
You'll make a couple of Sweden references to get these people's attention which in a way is almost smart
It's just a cheap way to get it
He'll just say some shit y'all both can relate cause they're popular right now
You wore a maple leaf shirt to Toronto rappin' about poutine and hockey, you're a clown
I'm surprised you didn't walk in through the crowd kickin' a fuckin' soccer ball around
And juggle the ball through all of your rounds without it droppin' on the ground
Yo I just battled ICE, the Wolf, close matchup
When two real dudes clash it's always a dope battle
You just faced Arsonal, but see what y'all have in common is your both actors
Only thing you have in common with Wolf is your "flow" backwards
"Wolf"? "Flow" backwards?
I slow roast rappers 'til they're so black Joe Jackson will cold smack them
Mob shit, roll past them in an old fashioned Volkswagen like the wisest brotherhood, slow clappin'
Closed casket
Cause static like wool fabrics, I pull back in and make you do a full backflip
Bull mastiff
Thick like nerd's glasses
Seduce your bitch rockin' an albino, tiger fur jacket
Damn
Pat Stay, peep the mack game
Clean cut with a jacked frame
Steppin' up to his girl's crib
Psst Psst Axe Spray
Soon as I get there her top drops, my dicks there
Nut sacks slappin' on her chest like Rick Flair
Whoo!
Yo I'm not gonna end this, we're all gonna get drunk after. That's my dawg. Fuck it. Let's go let's do this man