[Round 1: Dizaster]
You guys know what rhymes with âI shouldâve been the king in the first place?â
Spittinâ in Eurghâs face
Congratulations Pat, you turned us into holy believers
You retrieved the item and came back from war
With bullet holes in your t-shirt
If life was like football
This faggot would catch a bullet for me like an open receiver
But you didnât have to go and do research
I gave you a dead body you owe this to team work
So no matter how you look at it youâre not my opponent
Iâm more like your leader
So I told Pat, âStay! Now go fetch it for me like a fuckinâ Golden Retrieverâ
I mean I gave you a dead body
Before the battle started it was already done
Anybody couldâve beat Cane that day
Mr. Conspiracy could have walked on to the stage and farted on him and won
But when you first meet Pat he actually seems cool âtil you catch him at the club
Drunk as fuck tellinâ Jamaican dudes how much he loves African people huh
Heâs a racist, you canât escape it, your actions are see-through
Youâre destined, being Anglo-Saxon is in your family gene pool
You shoot âroids in your ass through the same package and needles
Hollohan used on his back when he tatted the Eagle
Ainât no way on Earth this match up is equal
My thought process will completely collapse ya cerebral
Dizaster is evil like havinâ a Catholic Cathedral attached to the back of a Preschool
âYo Iâm the man for the throne, the champ gotta go
His nameâs Pat cause he Stayâs in the back of his home
Cause heâs afraid if he leaves heâll get attacked by Charron
Attacked by Charron, attacked by Charronâ
Man if I said you were scared of the dude
Then it would be an understatement
My bad I almost pushed you, he probably wouldâve punched my face in
The same way he tells people at the club
How heâll get drunk and crush their frame in
Until Charron walks up and he tucks his chain in
Why you even wearinâ that shit? Ah, youâre not even wearinâ that shit
Since youâve had it, no one has even seen you with it on
No one has seen you at all, zero appearances for King Of The Dot
Man you didnât even have the decency in you to give us an at least three minute blog
Fuck it, he doesnât talk to his fans on Twitter cause he thinks
Well, on Twitter heâs too G to be on
But a real man is a real man no matter what social media heâs on
See these people are drawn to you cause they think that you strong
But they donât know youâre an insecure little bitch
Who sees their comments, keeps readinâ along cause heâs such an introverted child he wonât even respond
See we thought you were a Golden Retriever, weâre wrong
Youâre just a little seeing eye dog
And we were blind to the fact you were leadinâ us on
But this is the part, I called him Golden Retriever
Cause when I said retrieve it was immediately gone
So I speak to him like heâs my dog
Itâs only right Iâm the king and I put it in his ear like Cesar Millan
Listen here you cocksucker
I called you out in 2010 and back then you were a lot younger
You were like a brand new phone, no contact on you so I called you up
You didnât show up like a blocked number
Now you in the eye of the storm, witness that raw thunder
Iâm using the site as your grave as motivation to make up for lost hunger
I do a drive by and your godmother hop out of a crop duster
With 11 Arabic dudes armed with box cutters
Fuck around and make me have to pass the Tommy Gun to Marv's brother
And you better hope it d-d-d-d-does not stutter
I pop suckers
Ya homie on the block tryinâ to be the number one block stunner
He try to floss then heâll get laser beamed for those flashy glasses
If the faggot acts like Scott Summers
You and your bitch can die and youâll make the news like Tom Tucker
Let me teach you how to actually do a scheme
Iâll show up to Alexander Keith's Factory Brewery, packing an automatic tool with me
Rasputin clashed with Musolini clappinâ an Uzi at everythinâ that randomly moves
âTil I turn the avenue into a Los Santos shootinâ spree
Iâm Franklin with a Kalashnikov at your family eulogy
Open fire like Campo Delgado on the Halifax community
You could be a bear, cat, lion, rhino, Pat that would be cool with me
Cause when I rap I act as if Iâm pullinâ an act of animal cruelty
Watch Lassie get neutered and then hand me my jewelry
Yeah, Iâm a twisted Arab, being a psychopath isnât new to me
I move like an Android, Iâm an animal fused between
A catalyst while passinâ it through the genes
Iâm not even an actual human being
Iâm a walkinâ Hannibal movie scene
My thoughts form like Inception, walls around me
Collapse while Iâm strapped to a huge machine
Rapidly maneuver rooms full of changinâ gravity
Telepathically movinâ things makinâ the ground crack beneath me
Like Leonardo DiCaprio trapped in a lucid dream
And a fact to you it seems
I been known to knock whiteheads out like acne removal cream
If it wasnât for this battle with you and me
No one would give a fuck about you like Cassidyâs new CD
And people who shouldâve watched my battles online either
They could pass away from actually viewinâ me
Sit alone in you livinâ room, lights go out
Then I flash your computer screen
You see static then die a week later
Like what happens when you view The Ring
Thatâs how you do the scheme
Yeah, fuck around, yeah get rid of that gangsta vibe
You ainât from the dark side of the Dartmouth youâre from the safer side
Where the neighbors are always waving hi
And when you walk away they even say âGoodbyeâ
Since you out scale me in weight and size
Iâm someone youâre not afraid to try, but thatâs fake shit, why?
When you were nice with Math like an Asian guy
Yeah, I battled Arsonal and violated his space like 180 times
But when you battled him you kept complaininâ and walkinâ away
Like this is a waste of time
Funny how heâs from Grape but he stomped you and made you wine (whine)
Like a little bitch, youâre known to run away from fights
You never throw the scrap down
Goinâ through the security at the airport is the only time you ever see Pat down
And this the end, so just go off and deny it
Threatened to us all youâll retire and just go do a blog of you cryinâ
You have the body size of Goliath but what good is havinâ body size
If you donât have the heart of a lion
Even though I'm taller than him, heâll always be smaller than I am
This is like Wrestlemania 1, watchinâ Hulk Hogan beat the fuck out of Andre The Giant
[Round 1: Pat Stay]
I fell right into his trap yaâll, he got me, I admit it
As you can tell I agreed to do long ass rounds and I donât know why I did it
So I hope yaâll did yaâll stretches today cause it might be a wise decision
Weâll probably have full-grown beards by the time weâre finished
Ainât no thing to me, I just feel bad for the crowd
Could be at home watchinâ a damn movie relaxinâ right now
By the time he gets into through about half his round
Youâll be in the part in Titanic where DiCaprio drowns
Wait, wait, I know thatâs not exactly how he died
Just figured Iâd save us some time and state that
Cause if I didnât he would of rebuttaled it like
âActually he froze pussy, and his name's Jackâ
Aye but this is just a spar, a scrimmage
From start to finish I'ma make it hard to live with
Like a heart condition for this narcissistic mark this
Isnât a smart decision I kick it hard as
Mixed martial artists, twist his arm âtil itâs hard to fix him
Like a car when the part is missinâ
When you start the engine with the spark ignition, hereâs a parkinâ ticket
Mark a target, I marked my target, Iâm a marksman
Sharp precision, an artist with the lead, Charles Dickens
Pick âem from the furthest distance, itâs hard to miss âem
Who startinâ shit? You ainât startinâ shit, you ainât sparkinâ shit
You wouldnât spark my interest
Get your bitch involved, I even target women
When I bust this cap itâll let her/letter like how you start a sentence
Capital letter, start a sentence, suck a dick
Iâm on a whole other level, a stone to a pebble
Sell my soul to the devil, Iâm a rebel
This Nova Scotia no coma toast if I throw a blow in December
Heâll be gone âtil November
See that tough guy shit wonât work on me dawg, they donât buy it man
Like hair thatâs all over hair you lyinâ man
Please test me, youâll get these fists of fury âtil my hands tired
Light you up under the chin like a story by the campfire
Aye, remember when we was in Sweden and you slapped buddy?
Yaâll gotta hear this story, shit was mad funny
Yeah yeah, you got your scuffle threw your little slap
Made a big old dramatic scene then said, âPat get my backâ
I stood beside him and had his back, shit I still do
But I ainât lyinâ that shit you pulled outside was real smooth
The lilâ dude told him, âWell letâs take this around the corner on the rightâ
He pulled this one, âFuck you, fuck them.â
Translation, âI donât wanna fight.â
The cops show up from all the commotion he caused
Cause he was too scared to fight dude
And The Saurus I hate to bring you up in this bro cause I like you
But they start talkinâ to cops like, âHe pushed this girl, he did this, he did thatâ
Where Iâm from that makes you a couple fuckinâ squealinâ rats
We donât talk to police, especially when you start the fight
Iâm a different breed dawg, you just a bitch who got more bark than bite
And if I am a Golden Retriever itâs only cause people believed your lies
So I am a seeing eye dog cause Iâm here to lead the blind
So slap me, Iâd smack your little fuckinâ mouth off
Bitch Iâll punch you so damn hard, muthafucker Iâll drop
I busted a dudes skull with a fuckinâ hundred pound rock
The noises he made from the brain damage was sickeninâ
Then the sound stopped
I let my emotions get the best of me, sometimes I think Iâm emotionless
I just stood over my homies open casket crackinâ jokes and shit
Laughing, pokinâ âem
Maybe Iâm crazy, maybe itâs how I cope with it
But whatâs weird is I cried âtil the tears smeared my rhymes for âem when I wrote the shit
But whatever you do never confuse emotional with weak
Iâll slit ya throat with tears rollinâ down my cheek
Try to make a joke out of me you better leave both eyes open when you sleep
And somethinâ close enough to reach
Cause the last six months of my life I been fucked bro
You think Iâm worried about rap?
The next tear that rolls down my face might turn into a permanent tat
Youâre a fuckinâ fake spoiled rich suburban brat
When you spray Febreze you probably turn it like this and squirt it like that
And you know whatâs somethinâ weird about you that I never understood?
Why do you lie and try to deny that you got it good?
As if youâre ashamed and that itâs cooler to be from the hood
You got it fucked up dawg, oh I get it
You just tryinâ to fit in with the homies right?
In your backyard with your gangster friends bettinâ on pony fights
Your own friends said it
You went from a backpacker to Juggalo to raver to angry gangster
Probably got a picture of Project Pat as your fuckinâ screensaver
Must be nice when you have no bills and Drakeâs your neighbor
But thatâs some shit Iâm gonâ save for later
Time!
[Round 2: Dizaster]
Youâre right, I do have Project Pat as my screensaver
Thatâs still way better than havinâ a Charron lookinâ teenager
This muthafuckers always tryinâ to put his hand on his leg
Charronâs a dope emcee he should get a battle with you without havinâ to beg
Next time you wanna extend a hand out to him
Why donât your faggot ass just give him a battle instead?
What happened with you and Jeff? Iâll tell you
He had an agreement with him, yeah this cat is a fraud
You had an agreement with him not to spit that
But you switched back on your promise with him and you went back on it all
You had a big pact with him not have no bitch-ass-ness involved
And you said, âPlease, come on Jeff, no personal bars
We donât wanna bring up the past and the things that we saw."
And he agreed cause he didnât wanna take advantage of it all
And you only did that durinâ his biggest match
Where you can catch him off guard
Cause you werenât man enough to address the topic
When the big cameras are off
That shit was so bad even Mike Vick called up Calicoe like
âYo I canât believe he did that to his dawgâ
You learned a lot from Jeff, he helped your bitch ass evolve
And you evolved into a Scientologist
Absorbed all the knowledge you were fathered with
And used it to spit back at God
Turned your back on him, left him in the middle of a massive brawl
Six months passed couldnât even give him back a call
Cause all the juicinâ in the gym his nuts started to shrink back they're so small
Heâs walkinâ around Scotia with a bag of Tic Tacs for some balls
Jeff shouldâve smacked the piss out of you
Like he did to Step Easy when they were in the bathroom stall
I seen it happen all, sniff that cause itâs raw
Raw like the impact of a fist against a big cats grill when his chin cracks
As a result of being the biggest dude where he lives at
So heâs never been in a real scrap at all
I bet if I tipped ya head over, ya big ass would fall
Just a big fat Neanderthal
You ainât about action, you havenât been tradinâ your jab in
Cause you been too busy chasinâ the dragon
Like Goku when didnât have the Balls
Iâm serious, listen up Patrick Wah
These kids come out the side of their neck
Theyâre gettinâ their shit snap like Benoit
Yeah serious shit Pat, you want ripped abs?
I could give you a 24-hour fitness membership to a gym class tomorrow
But Iâd rather get rid of ya skin fat when I go across ya six pack
With a retractable claw so the next time you have a Big Mac
Your big bitch ass will have to sip that through a straw
You dumb fuck, tried to rebuttal the Golden Retriever shit
But when I called you Golden Retriever
You shouldâve taken it as a compliment
Cause all Golden Retriever dogs
Were blessed with the logic and the common sense
Not to betray the friend that theyâre bonded with
Youâre not a Golden Retriever youâre more like a dishonest Pit
A half-breed, a mutt, that was probably mixed
And the only doggy tricks it was taught was this
And thatâs backstabbinâ a person in the back it was brought up with
Eat a doggy dick, eat a fuckinâ doggy dick
Fuck a body bag, Iâll put you in a doggy bag and mop your shit
Talk about Iâm the rat when his best friend shit gets real
Thatâs how the pig will squeal
Jeff told him
âAre you sure youâre not gonna mention anything in this battle Pat?â
He told him, Trust me, lips are sealed."
Thatâs why this rat should fry, heâs a rapper from Scotia
Of course heâll bring up stuff thatâs classified
Whoâs had your back more than Jeff out of all of these battle guys?
Exactly, you canât reply and that is why Pat should die
Cause you killed your only dog like the screenwriters from Family Guy
And if you think about it, Jeff is a lot like Family Guyâs dog Brian
Cause heâs always barkinâ and cryinâ every time a black guys walks by him
I promised you I wouldnât bring up shit in this battle
And I wouldnât cross the line
But thereâs a little thing that I wanted to talk about, thatâs fine
Stop denying, I put this on my Momâs life, I am not lyinâ
You were at a show in Scotia
Got socked while you were on the stage on the spot rhyminâ
You went outside, started wildinâ
Fuck around and got punched and you took off flyinâ
And left your little homie behind so he could get stomped by them
I swear to God all this stuff is true
His little fuckinâ homie got fucked up and sent to the hospital
If he wouldâve died that night, you wouldâve been responsible
You pulled a fuckinâ card and made your younger homie squab for you
He thought Pat would Stay but instead you walked away
And turned you back on him the same way you did to Arsonal
So stop tellinâ me you sucka free
When you donât even believe it yourself
Youâre big but you got the self-esteem of an elf
Time after time you leave your people behind
While theyâre screaminâ for help
So when I seen you leave Arsonal alone in the ring spittinâ schemes by himself
All I could think of was, "Damn, history has a strange way of repeatinâ itself!"
Itâs over ya gone, ya dead broke, I know you donât have a job
Youâre back livinâ at home with your mom
Tell them Mr. Sucka Free, you donât pay no rent now
I canât believe I get to say this to somebody, this all makes sense now
Always talkinâ about some bullshit, thatâs why heâs gettingâ embarrassed
Sharinâ a therapist with, shut up bitch you live with your parents
Like youâre gonna clap whom?
He brushes his teeth every morninâ and he comes out of his bathroom
With his mom standinâ right there at the door like
"Okay honey, hereâs your vacuum."
Trust me youâve never been sucker free
I know for a fact your homies told me you were a paperboy âtil you were 23
A paperboy, like a boss thatâs not even part of your nature
How are you a boss when you donât got any paper?
And if you do itâs cause youâre drivinâ by slow on your little retarded bike
And youâre about to toss it to your neighbors
A fuckinâ paperboy Pat thatâs worse than office labor
Of course you donât got no job
Youâre back at home in you mamaâs trailer bottled up all this anger
Youâre an in-the-closet racist with black bodies hanginâ from his closet hanger
TV paused on Kramer so he can leave, come back and then watch it later
You claim you not a racist but both you squares got burned like a waffle maker
Do us all a favor, stop lookinâ like a fuckinâ Neo-Nazi Army Ranger
Because of you your homies life is in constant danger
Youâre not a Saint, Patrick, youâre more like a fallen angel
You canât call God your savior you're Judas at the Prophets traitor
Yeah, the Prophets Traitor
He exposed how you never been in a fight at all you faker
Youâve never seen contact like broads who get optic lasers
Iâll run a number on your hood like a sponsored racer
Iâll show up to your block take the white like a chalk eraser
Iâm like a Boston strangler with the heart of a Toronto hockey player
In the ring Iâm like Muhammad Ali crossed with Frazier
Sock you and knock out your jaw retainer
So hard itâll drop you and your boxinâ trainer
And have him in the background lookinâ like a fuckinâ Harlem shaker
And I still didnât use âDoppelganger,â âMartian Crater,â âCoffee Makerâ
âCondom Flavor,â âArbitrator,â âmodulatorâ
Someone tell Bender, Iâm sorry player
[Round 2: Pat Stay]
Yaâll ready? That was dope, give it up
But wait, you got it fucked up
Iâm not like you, I donât live with my mom, faggot
And I wasnât a paperboy, I donât know what the fuck heâs sayinâ
But wait let me guess
You got a bunch of photocopied copies of my paychecks?
That were sent through PayPal
Then youâre gonna start handing out all the statements?
I heard you sent a lot of dick pics to hoes online
Aye, I ainât mad at you dawg, so do I
Difference is though when they click his they roll their eyes
Then open mine and have to use that lilâ scroll on the side
Straight up donât leave your bitch with me for the night
Iâm servinâ up a log dog I be feedinâ her right
All girth, his girl wanted to see what itâs like
She said it was out of this world, you know, a little meatier right?
Fuck Iâm cool as shit, you need to relax, youâre too stiff let loose a bit
Drop your neck, roll your shoulders, start doinâ this
You're lookinâ like a goddamn lunatic
Remember how I beat Hollohan and schooled the kid?
Smooth and slick, make it look like the dude was pissed
Well I'ma use the same formula I used on him
And show you how my styleâs his diffusal kit
Check it, see you wild but I got more style than you
Iâm so nice my rap name should be âHow Are You?â
So funky when I spit, every sec I sniff
Like check my kicks like I stepped in shit
If this a ball game, Iâm Lebron James
Bow, from long range, all day
Yeah, the white Snoop Doggâs back
Invade yo territory and moonwalk back, bitch
Itâs so effortless, no pressure itâs nothinâ I donât sweat the shit
Clothes fresh, Rolex, gold necklace
Sex machine battery sold separate
You got the fuckinâ swag of an old catchers mitt
And rap like you think we on the flo' wrestlinâ
Cold steppinâ since â07 been wreckinâ it, watch, Iâm so dexterous
I flip flows just like this, yo check this shit
Murder for hire late night burglarizer
I creep the streets and old ladies grip their purses tighter
Mark McGwire with the bat, split your wig in half swing it so fast
I make fitted caps turn to visors
I blackout all I hear is screams and a churches choir
Walkinâ through a circle of burninâ fire like a circus tiger
Tie ya to a furnace emerged in gas
Blast the thermostat âtil the wires and the circuits fried
Slide a burninâ match then turn it higher
Youâre playinâ checkers on a chessboard
Planko with Connect Four
Your hype but it takes away from what you write itâs a double-edged sword
Iâm versatility and itâs 100% pure form
I flip styles, missile, get down, see look what I just did now
This round I'ma just smack this bitch round
Like Chris Brown, like sit down
Like, whoâs the Golden Retriever in this shit now?
Now watch this how, I spin round, back to that shit about Chris Brown
I make history on this stage
Big as hits to Rihannaâs face with a fist pound
Iâm a brick house, with ya bitch whip my dick...out
She went like this...wow
I went like this she went like this...ouch
You get your bang on with the chain on huh? I second-guess it
He just talks out his ass like Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
You say you fucked Scarlett Pain? That couldnât be less impressive
Iâll respect it when you fuck Rachel Starr or Alexis Texas
Yeah he was givinâ her that âSexual Healingâ
You know, âExpressinâ his feelingsâ
Yeah kissinâ all in the hoeâs mouth
When she just sucked Lexington Steeleâs dick
Bet she didnât feel shit
Why you don't date Lebanese girls like you, Bachir?
Itâd be too competitive over whoâd have the coolest beard
Your mom had so much pubic hair itâs her goddamn computer chair
And the men are all control freaks
Go shoppinâ for somethinâ new to wear
And wonât even let their wives leave the house unless theyâre rockinâ fuck scuba gear
I went to hang at his place, his Pops said, "Come in."
Told his wife, "Go make him a steak, donât make a mistake."
She said, "What? Do I or do I not make him a steak?"
He said, "Did I make a mistake?" Kicked the bitch right in the face
Hereâs the real question
Why do all your conversations sound like youâre yelling at each other?
How is GHAKAGHAKLAGHA telling her you love her?
You 12-different-colognes-at-once-smellinâ mutha fucker
How the hell can you tell which one smells better than the other?
Now wait, now I mightâve just fucked up my Lebanese connects back home but I donât care
From now on if I wanna order a doner iâll just use my neighbors phone and have it go there
And to end this off just to fuck up his flip so he can't rebuttal my shit
Diss my moonwalk right now if you ever sucked a guys dick Time!
[Round 3: Dizaster]
I thought you were sucka free
Why are you askinâ who fuckinâ dissed me? Stop tryinâ to be like me
You wanna fuckinâ diss Arabic people you fuckinâ worthless bitch?
You could suck a fuckinâ Persian dick
You wanna make up fuckinâ Arabic jokes you little worthless bitch?
You can suck a fuckinâ Persian dick
Youâre such a fuckinâ racist, you ainât even wearing the chain
Cause itâs not long enough to hang a black person with
Thatâs who you are cause you belong in the sewer with the rest of the rats
In a room with a plaque on the wall and a gold medal attached
That says, 'I exposed Jeff for his tatsâ
This guy, I learned heâs the real racist and I learned a lesson from that
Everything he said about Jeff in his past was only a reflection of Patâs
See heâs just a white supremacist trash Methodist stash
Yelawolf has incredible tracks redneck with a mask
Who tucked in all of his confederate flag so he can get acceptance from blacks
How fuckinâ pathetic is that?
Like he fuckinâ dissed his boy for a fuckinâ bitch that he sexed in his past
But thatâs probably from the same bitch Devenue smashed
I bet if you got an STD check up right now your test wouldnât pass
Jeff might be the one with the genital rash
But youâre the one on deck with the crabs
So sex with your ass wouldâve been her Deadliest Catch
And if I fuck on my bitch and you find out and itâs mentioned in your raps
You better not use your pen and tell her/Pen & Teller
Cause if you do Iâll put your head and legs in a cast and have âem severed in half
Bars, compare that to the shit he says when he raps
He attacks quicker than an African Serval Cat, wack
First of all itâs serval not sever-al, how pathetic is Pat?
And second of all if youâre gonna beat me youâre gonna need an animal better than that
Everybody knows that Patâs cool
Until you see him and he goes to dap you
Extends his hand and then heâs like a ho and slaps you
Some shit that only fags do
He picks up his opponent mid battle and throws his ass
Licks his lips then he goes to grab you
Sticks his fingers in your ears then flicks your nose and then shoulder taps you
And he does that to damn near every opponent that he raps to
Unless he goes against a black dude
And you already known that the facts true
Shit they even felt bad for that line that they wonât react to
But we can tell you that youâve become positive just like a Pastor at a holy chapel
If you just scroll back to the verses that you wrote for Matthew
He wants to be from America so bad, all the stuffâs true
He thinks heâs from the west coast, what a mark, heâs a dumb goof
He bumpinâ songs from Pac and Kurupt, Snoop
Mobbinâ down the block bustinâ his aerosol Glock from the sun roof
With Hollohan ridinâ shotgun smokinâ black tar through some random light bulb that they unscrewed
Dumb & Dumber ass clowns fuckinâ up the whole spot when they come through
Theyâll never save Gotham
Havinâ âem both on the job is like havinâ two Robins in one group
You said you wouldnât spit personal bars, I didnât trust you
Cause thatâs the Art Of War and Iâm the one that taught him to Sun Tzu
So you can be Bruce Lee if you want to
Cause if you Bruce Lee then Iâm Ip Man the guy that taught him his Kung Fu
The guy that taught him his Kung Fu
Be cautious I walk as God amongst you, youâre my apostle
Iâll sock you âtil the words come off you like a crossword puzzle
Pop ya thought process bubble so hard youâll see stars like Hubble
Which makes sense cause every time your squads in trouble
You take off like an Apollo shuttle
But thatâs real life shit Pat, those are bars you cannot rebuttal
I bet if my animals ran through your house right now you would book it like Jumanjiâs jungle
Always runninâ away from fights, you already know itâs your thing
All remember from your Arsonal battles you try to run and take cover
Standinâ there for a fuckinâ hour saying, "Pat Stay is a sucker, Pat Stay is a sucker."
And I know y'all had two rounds and you werenât prepared for another
But what made the thing worse is watchinâ two grown men in the ring that are scared of each other
See most rappers would make excuses
And duck out of battles on why they ainât travelinâ
But Patâs worse than that
Youâll fuckinâ duck out of a battle while itâs actually happening
Itâs not about a paper agreement Pat, itâs a manhood thing
You should never back down from someone whoâs challenginâ your manhood
If it happens in a scrap you would swing
See rappers, we like boxers, itâs the same exact fuckinâ thing
As a champion thereâs a level of command you have to have in the ring
You not a true champ if you can walk away and turn your back while a challenger swings
And thatâs exactly why you donât deserve to be Canadaâs King
You had a bunch of funny shit, I spit real shit
What fans do you actually bring?
You donât even have a championâs legacy
Five judged battles in his whole career
He shouldnât even be standinâ here next to me
Technically his rap sheet is blank, Canibus memory
Yeah, you have fans Pat
But you donât know what itâs like to have any enemies
You donât know what itâs like to balance the backstabbers and jealousy
And have to walk around in real life like it isnât actually affecting me
Thatâs why I use this stage for these fans to connect with me
Show him who I am and thatâs a man of integrity
Youâre nice outside of battles but you always attack people so recklessly
But one day the nice guy gonâ come out the shadows eventually
And until then Fresco is more of a man than youâll ever be
You donât even have an identity
Youâre just a big happy angry sad faggot
That doesnât even make sense to me
Youâre the only dude on the court with no balls
Youâre a basketball referee
You have the swagger of Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was havinâ a pregnancy
Him and Patrick both are bi they like takinâ paddle boats and ride
Thatâs where they go and tan on the ocean side
Thatâs where Patrick opens wide and lets him splash his load inside
And thatâs not being gay at all y'all thatâs called having Scotian pride
Youâre a murk, what a fuckinâ weirdo
Leavinâ all your people behind, just a little fuckinâ weeny
Ripped to make his limbs tear from his feet
Beat him with a fuckinâ big pair of cleats
He just a big scary freak with a Ric Flair physique
But you been scared of beef
Ever since you went there with Jeff and let shit air in the street
You hustled with him for too long to let him sit there and get beat
So what Iâm tryinâ to say is you couldâve been there at least
Instead what you do?
Upload footage of you eatinâ a sandwich on your toilet as you sit there in ya seat
Which doesnât surprise me anymore Pat cause youâve been known to shit where you eat
Stop givinâ me that mean face, donât be the next emcee that I cremate
Lay off the ecstasy, slam on your fuckinâ E brake
You havenât improved at anythinâ since the Elements League
Just methamphetamines, Iâm done messinâ with you fiends
A combination of multiple drug addicts
Living life through the eyes of one faggot like Requiem For A Dream
Stop fuckinâ distractinâ me, this shit is not what it seems
Iâm fuckinâ up now, I have to end it with somethinâ crazy
Fuck it, I donât know what to do, these people are talking during my shit
Fuckinâ it up, fuck
Catch a fuckinâ uppercut, your mother is a slut
Fuck I donât never even done this before but I have to do it right now
I got Buddhist type wisdom
Youâll walk away from it all if it donât make no sense
Thatâs Jewish guy syndrome
You try to run away, I lock you down with these 16âs like a juvenile prison
His crew decide to ride, then his crew can die with him
Get crucified with him, the only chances of you survivinâ are breathinâ through a tube like you were scuba divinâ
And no one will be there to view you died like suicide victims
[unclear]âŠif I choose to fight with him, itâs like gettinâ Hadoukenâd by Ryu and Ken, Iâll buddah ki kick him
And every move that I hit him
Will leave him with a pupil missinâ from his eye
Like students in school who try ditchinâ
Itâs not a movie script, when I leave this dude with blind vision
Iâll remove your eye quicker than Uma Thurman
When she killed the dude who tried switchinâ
I will Kill Bill him and leave him with two of his eyes missinâ
I hate this shit!
[Round 3: Pat Stay]
He said I had a Ric Flair physique...true
Thatâs why girls see me walk by they say, "Woo!"
See he choked and pulled out his phone to see it
That was some pathetic shit
You just proved that you can only beat me with a phone on some Joe Pesci shit
Yo when I see you spinninâ around and swinginâ around and runninâ around curlinâ Iâm thinkinâ
"Damn, this guy must beat the shit out of his girlfriend."
I mean damn boy, you like a Motorola phone cause you the first one to flip like you on M androids
Never stops movinâ is like somethingâs wrong with his nervous system
And he ruins every picture heâs in cause heâs always blurry in them
Like, why so serious?
We was supposed to battle in August but he moved it to the end of January
Thatâs how much of a queer he is
Clammy palms sweatinâ profusely and he just canât stop
Every time you give the man props you gotta wipe your hand off
I seen him before the battle cominâ at me lookinâ all happy with his hand like this
I tried to avoid it and gave him the hammer fist and he gave me the trailer hitch
Aye I bet heâs the most intense person to ever play video games with
Eyebrows bouncinâ everywhere makinâ the most ridiculous faces
All into it bitinâ his lips lookinâ like a fuckinâ serial rapist
And his whole body turns with the controller when he steers when heâs racinâ
Definite button masher and your controller heâs gettinâ carried away with
And he beats you every game cause you keep peekinâ away from the screen scared that heâll break it
You donât know how serious he takes it, you hit the sack now itâs only him
Tryinâ to sleep and all you hear is him on the headset like
"Cover me, Iâm goinâ in."
Aye wait, they said
"Pat you canât beat him with jokes you gotta match this guys intensity"
I said, "Why? What you mean how fast he rhymes and everything?
All that rapid fire delivery, how he act all wild and yell and scream?"
It just sounds cool, he got the crowd fool theyâre just distracted by his energy
See Organik wasted paper on him, shouldnât be promotinâ his ass
Itâs not Fair Trade, cause lately everythinâ D composes is trash
Now I ainât even gonna run that back
But did you find those kind of relatable? Iâll break it down quickly
His bioâs degradable
Bro, do you know what Iâve done for King Of The Dot?
You really think youâre more valuable than me?
You do? Do you understand the impact that me versus Hollohan had on this league?
Goinâ on about how much you care about the chain just begginâ for peopleâs attention
But when we needed you the most, you treated it like a joke and couldnât even defend it
But you know what?
There is a little bit of truth behind some of the shit Dizasterâs been sayinâ
I have lost my love for this shit
Cause now itâs just oversaturated and fabricated
They ask you to make a blog before the battle
To make the match entertaininâ and act like you hate him
Then after the battle weâre laughinâ and hanginâ
See thatâs what Iâm saying, itâs wack I hate it
You know from the microphones to the battles on stages
So now everyone can rap about guns now as long as the lines half creative
And this social media shit makes these battle rappers act like theyâre famous, man I donât know
I guess Iâm just havinâ trouble tryinâ to adapt to the changes
I used Instagram maybe once in my life, never really used Twitter much
You tell me how many views you have Iâll probably tell you I donât give a fuck
I donât even watch battles these days I lost the interest
They used to make me feel like I had the globe in my palm just spinninâ it on my index
But shit changes doesnât it? Maybe Iâm bugginâ
One day I love it, next day Iâm sayinâ fuck it
âTil I step on stage, see the fans that crazy rush hits
And a little voice in my head whispers, "Aye you got this."
Look, see I donât do this for the chain Diz, I do it for these guys
I do it for my fans who knew I was losinâ my passion but stayed by my side
I do this shit for the dude who wrote me and said my song about alcoholism saved his life
Cause just to know his role model survived the same struggle helped push him and gave him drive
I do this shit for the kid with cancer I used to talk to on the phone
Any day he couldâve died but he said the laughter and excitement he got from my battles and talkinâ to me every day just made him feel alive
Man Iâll never forget the day he called me and told me
His Doc said heâs been gettinâ better and his tumor had shrank in size
Then his momâs told me she believes me being there for him helped him
And she thanked me crying, now thatâs what the fuck I do this for dawg
You just crave the attention youâre like a little college girl
Congrats on your 70,000 Twitter followers Mr. Popular, who gives a fuck?
Who would you be if it wasnât for this? Ask yourself
And you wouldnât even be who you are if it wasnât for mommy and daddyâs help
You see anyone couldâve been you Diz, just had to follow the manuscript
Stress free, rent free
Never had to pay a goddamn bill in his life cause his familyâs rich
So while we were all bustinâ our asses to pay the bill
You know beinâ a grown man and shit
He had all those years of free time to write rhymes and practice his battle skills in his familyâs crib
You see anyone here couldâve been you Diz
With the funds and proper management
So many opportunities the average man would just never have a chance to get
Like for example his battle with Canibus costed a fortune
How did he manage it?
Organik couldnât come up with all of the funds
So Diz got his daddy to handle it
[Dizaster]
Bullshit. That's a fucking lie
[Pat Stay]
See anyone of us couldâve been you Diz
Anyone of us couldâve been you Diz
But none of us had these advantages
I mean come on, you were practically handed it
He just took the pass and he ran with it
But I would never wanna be you Diz
Cause if this whole thing magically vanishes
At least I could say that I actually landed this shit on my own
And go out as a champton who wasnât handed shit
Look, he mad right now
Gonna wire some Western Union from his dad right now
Heads up, heâs bout to throw another beer in the crowd right now
And he was callinâ me a paperboy, I just gotta laugh right now
Cause theyâre writinâ his obituary right now in the back right now
Aye and to end this battle off, youâre right
This title donât really matter to me bro
If I lose tonight Iâll just get my freedom back and my album on the go
Battle who I want, when I want, traveling the globe
And youâll be practicing at home for your battle with Charron
I almost planned to let him win, you were just my sacrificial goat
I was gonna fuck up on purpose and just act as if I choked
But I just couldnât let my people down cause the fans is all I know
Ayo Canada!
Your champion is home
And since he was talkinâ about it so much
I guess I gotta address you Charron
I know youâre still mad that I molested you bro
And the whole battle community hasnât left you alone
Ever since Arsonal showed that pic of me rubbinâ your leg on the couch
But you been dissinâ me for three years, itâs like youâre obsessed with me though
And I havenât paid him any attention and thatâs what affects him the most
Bro, donât be delusional, I wasnât duckinâ you, I was just lettinâ you grow
So once you finish potty traininâ you can step to the throne