[Round 1: Tricky P]
Big ups to N.Y.! This division is straight heat
But how come this lame geek's always makin' some gay speech?
Like, "You think you can face ME!?
Spelling Bee Champion in Grade 3!?
Captain of the great Penn State debate team!?"
You need to get knocked out
I'll pee in your mom's mouth
'Cause knob-slobbin' snobs like you are the reason I dropped out
He battles using words like "eri-udite"
Then wonders why nobody in the area's hype
And no one cares if you write with literary devices
You little arrogant white fuckin' stereotype!
Yo, yo, only thing we got in common is our level of melanin
You crash dorm parties with your friends that are celibate
And start sending in messages to the residence President
Like, "Yes sir, Your Excellence, we're collecting the evidence!"
And I know you wanted PH to put you versus a bigger name
But I'm just the evidence you got murdered by DNA!

[Round 1: Rone]
Yo, the guy in the blue, had never been in the hood
He's the one, two wreck
And after I'm finished with you, your crew next
{Silence}
Nobody? Alright
Yo, from the feedback it seems that I need to slow what I rhyme 'bout
They're claiming I'm aiming over people's heads
Well, how's right between his eyes sound!?
So fuck speaking in high-brow, you better leave for the high ground
Hide out, lie down and just die now
See, I had verses with D, but he won the crowd
And he still needed a bomb threat to bump me down
So if you think that YOU can pass ME at rapping, it's on
But you better be strapped with an actual bomb!
You think that Tricky P is tricking me? Tricky, please
When I spit swifter, shit's sicker with slicker trickery
It's Halloween, so mama, she wanted to trick-or-treat
So I showed my Snickers treat and watched the bitch trick for free
This cat's basic, getting castrated for talking shit to me
So try to tinkle without a pickle, now that's a tricky pee!
But he said, "Aboot my raps, have any suggestions?"
I said, "What the hell is that? A fucking trick question?"
You needn't be this savvy to see that he spits badly
I should be singing "I'm A Thug" because I feel like Trick daddy!
Shit, even my little cousin can write better shit than you
Like, "Tricky P, what does that stand for? Tricky Poop?"
[Round 2: Tricky P]
'Kay, they might like your flow, but it ain't that impressive
You sound like a little kid who's playing Detective
I gotta say, it's an awfully tough swagger
To stand straight and stick out your jaw like the Nutcracker!
Yo, yo, we're getting grisly, it's a New York Halloween
This bitch is prissy, he's a New York drama queen
Of every spitter in the New York battle scene
You're the only fag who reads New Yorker Magazine!
I won't stop 'til you're in the past and gone
Like ancient Babylon, or the Mastodons
It's a fact, with the rap, you ain't half as strong
Like Iran, we're about to see an Adam bomb!
I'll keep it going with the frees
To show you that I'm dope with the frees, indeed
Yo, you go to Penn State, and never get to leave
You stay in class all day, it's like a state penitentiary
Bitch, I'm free, that's the difference
I rap with persistence
I'm slashin' this bitch in half of a minute
Gotta show you right now that Pat is the sickest
Like a mathematician when I smash the rhythm
You're a...little bitch, little homo
And you got no flow, so I'm going loco
I'm the type to wear a Polo...but still out-show you
You a faggot like the dudes who live out in SoHo
(TIME!)
[Round 2: Rone]
Yo, you're FUCKED, Tricky Patrick, without a lick of foreplay
I'mma ruin your day because I'm feeling short changed
I wanted to battle a beast, this couldn't be more lame
I was hungry for steak: they gave me orange sorbet!
This isn't a good look for me, battling his ass
But I was hungry for blood, even if it's this bad
So I'mma eat you alive like the Gingerbread Man
And I won't stop chomping until this ginger's dead man
I'm like a fucking pastry chef, believe I'm getting into that
Cause I can make a ginger bend and I can make a ginger snap!
So FUCK whatever family members you thought you were loyal to
Cause they're going off the cliff with you, yelling "O'Doyle rules!"
Yo, an unfunny redheaded bitch with jokes that are badly written
Who are you supposed to be for Halloween, little girl? Kathy Griffin?
Yo, I would never buy your stock cause it seems you lie a lot
Like claiming your rhymes are hot because you're a fire-crotch
And playing Patty Cakes with get Pat erased, so don't doubt that
'Cause I need just a couple seconds to have you down, Pat
You messed up seeking a fight when you came to tour the States
And our health care is not free...so you'll pay for your mistakes

[Round 3: Tricky P]
He's not a real MC, I asked him his top 3
And he's like, "Socrates, Plato, and one day, perhaps me."
Man, no wonder kid is gettin' loads of haters
His style is more pretentious than an episode of Frasier!
I'll launch this great debater past the Equator
Makin' an 80-acre crater in a glacier in the Himalayas!
Yo, you're NOT as dope as Tricky P
I DROP my flow consistently
Let's get this straight: you got a body mold for Little League
Voice as low as Mini-Me
You watch the show Felicity
I'm thinkin' Rone's short for Testosterone Deficiency!
He's been doin' all he can to change his physical frame
Liftin' 5-pound weights 'til he's twitchin' in pain
Laying spraying and drained with his ligaments sprained
But hey, it's okay: Rone wasn't built in a day!
I'll hack him! I'll cleave him!
I'll slash him! I'll bleed him!
I'll grab your heart and eat it like the Last of the Mohicans!
It's Pat Stevens, a rap demon
You can't beat him!
This wack weakling is past needing a fast beating!
FUCK Macaulay Culkin! I'll stomp him with brute force
Shoulda stayed home alone...now you lost in New York!
[Round 3: Rone]
Yo, ahh, these Canadians, say ah
Say "Fuck Grind Time" without an American kid in the place
Well say that shit to my face and watch this bitch get erased
Or they'll say, "Hip hop's not dead: it lives in the north"
Which epitomizes corny son, mission abort
If he lives in the north, that bitch is a dwarf
And the neighborhood kids light shit on his porch
Philly, Philly, Philly! Believe me, we go harder
I've been had beef with Toronto, this is for Joe Carter
And you suck at battling, believe me, buddy
Almost as much as your country...sucks at being a country
Any nation in the world for a fact could steal your cookies
But does Canada care?
Nah, you're just happy being pussies
And him battling in Grind Time is like trying to get an MBA in the 11th grade
Or like Lisa Leslie going the NBA like, "Can we play?"
"No Lisa, you can't play."
Yo, Mr. T isn't me, I don't pity fools
I'll belittle you and ridicule down to the minuscule
Just for fucking fun, I will have you as my whipping mule
I will even pop your buzz like a fat kid on an inner tube
The high school bully had to pound the kid from middle school
You can't swim in our league, now back to the kiddie pool