Pat Stay vs. Dizaster [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Dizaster]
You guys know what rhymes with…
“I should’ve been the king in the first place?”
Spitting in Eurgh’s face!
Congratulations Pat! You turned us into holy believers
You retrieved an item and came back from war
With bullets holes in your T-Shirt
If life was like Football
This faggot would catch a bullet for me like an open receiver
But you didn’t have to go and do research
I gave you a dead body you oldest in team work
So no matter how you look at it you’re not my opponent
I’m more like your leader
So I told Pat “STAAAAAY!
I mean I gave you a dead body
Before the battle started it was already done
Anybody could’ve beat Cane that day
Mr. Conspiracy could’ve walked on to the stage & farted on him and won
But when you first meet Pat he actually seems cool
Til you catch him in the club
Drunk as fuck tellin Jamaican dudes how much he loves African people
He’s a racist, you can’t escape it, your actions are see-through
You’re destined, being anglo saxin is in ya family gene pool
You shoot roids in ya ass thru the same package and needles
Hollohan used on his back when he tatted the Eagle
Ain’t no way on Earth this matchup is equal
My thought process will completely collapse ya cerebral
Dizaster is evil like having a Catholic Cathedral
Attached to the back of a Preschool
“Yo I’m the man for the throne! The champ gotta go
His name’s Pat cuz he Stay’s in the back of his home
Cuz he’s afraid if he leaves he’ll get attacked by Charron
Attacked by Charron! Attacked by Charron!”
Man if I said you were scared of the dude
Then it would be an understatement
My bad I almost pushed you, he probably would’ve punched my face in
The same way he tells people at the club
How he’ll get drunk and crush their frame in
Until Charron walks up and he tucks his chain in!
Why you even wearing that shit? Ahh, you’re not even wearing that shit
Since you’ve 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 didn’t even have the decency in you
To give us an at least 3 minute blog
Fuck it, he doesn’t talk to his fans on Twitter cuz he thinks
Well… on Twitter he’s too G to be on
But a real man is a real man no matter what social media he’s on
See these people are drawn to you cuz they think that you strong
But what they don’t know is you’re an insecure little bitch
Who sees their comments, keeps reading along cuz he’s such an introverted child he won’t even respond
See we thought you were a Golden Retriever, we’re wrong
You’re just a little CNI Dog
And we were blind to the fact you were leading us on!
But this is the part, I called him Golden Retriever
Cuz when I said retrieve it it was immediately gone
So I speak to him like he’s my dog
It’s only right I’m the king and I put it in his ear like (?)
Listen here you cock sucker
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 didn’t show up like a blocked number
Now you in the eye of the storm, witness that raw thunder
I’m using the site of your grave as motivation to make up for lost hunger
I do a driveby and ya god mother hop out of a crop duster
With 11 Arabic dudes armed with box cutters
Fuck around and make me have to
Past the Tommy Gun to Marge brother
And you better hope it d-d-d-d-does not stutter
Ya homie on the block trying to be the number one block stunner
He try to floss then he’ll get laser beamed for those flashy glasses
If the faggot acts like Scott Summers
You and your bitch can die and you’ll make the news like Tom Tucker
Let me teach you how to actual do a scheme
I’ll show up to Alexander King’s factory
(?) backed with an automatic tool with me
(?) clapping an Uzi at everything that randomly moves
Til I turn the avenue to a Los Santos shooting spree
I’m Franklin with a (?) at your family eulogy
Open fire like (?) on the (?) community
You could be a bear, cat, lion, rhino, Pat that would be cool with me
Cuz when I rap I act as if I’m pulling an act of animal cruelty
Watch Lassie get neutered and then hand me my jewelry
YEAHH! I’m a twisted Arab, being a psychopath isn’t new to me
I move like an Android, I’m an animal fused between
A catalyst while passing it thru the genes
I’m not even an actual human being
I’m a walking Hannibal movie scene!
My thoughts form like Inception, walls around me
Collapse while I’m strapped to a huge machine
Rapidly maneuver the room full of changing gravity
Telepathically moving things making 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 wasn’t for this battle with you and me
No one would give a fuck about you like Cassidy’s new CD
And people who should’ve watched my battles online either
They could pass away from actually viewing me
Sit alone in your living 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
That’s how you do the scheme!
Yeah, fuck around, yeah, get rid of that gangsta vibe
You ain’t from the (?) side of the dirt (?) you’re from the safer side
Where the neighbors are always “waving hi”
And when you walk away they even “say goodbye”
Since you out scale me in weight and size
I’m someone you’re not afraid to try, but that’s 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 complaining and walking away
Like this is a waste of time
Funny how he’s from Grape
But he stomped you and made you wine/whine
Like a little bitch, you’re known from running away from fights
You never throw the scrap down
Going thru the security at the airport
Is the only time you’ll ever see Pat down
And this the end, so just go off and deny it
Threatened to us all you’ll retire and just go do a blog of you cryin
You have the body size of Goliath but what good is having body size
If you don’t have the heart of a Lion
Even tho he’s taller than me, he’ll always be smaller than I am
Like Wrestlemania 1
Watching Hulk Hogan beat the fuck out of Andre The Giant

[Round 1: Pat Stay]

I fell right into his trap y’all…he got me, I admit it
As you can tell I agreed to do long ass rounds & I don’t know why I did it
So I hope y’all did y’all stretches today cuz it might be a wise decision
We’ll probably have full grown beards by the time we’re finished
Ain’t no thang for me, I just feel bad for the crowd
Could be at home watching a damn movie relaxing right now
By the time he gets into thru about half of his round
You’ll be in the part in Titanic where DiCaprio drowns
Wait, wait, I know that’s not exactly how he died
Just figured I’d save us some time and state that
Cuz if I didn’t he would’ve rebuttal’d it like
“Actually he froze, pussy! And his name’s Jack”
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
Isn’t a smart decision I kick it hard as
Mixed martial artists, twist his arm til it’s hard to fix em
Like a car when the part is missing
When you start the engine with the spark ignition, here’s a parking ticket
Mark a target, I marked my target, I’m a Marksman
Sharp precision, an artist with the led, Charles Dickens
Pick em from the farthest distance, it’s hard to miss em
Who starting shit? You ain’t starting shit, you ain’t sparkin shit
You wouldn’t spark my interest
Get your bitch involved, I even target women
When I bust this cap it’ll let her like when you start a sentence
Capital letter, start a sentence, suck a dick
I’m on a whole other level, a stone to a pebble
Sell my soul to the devil, I’m a rebel
This Nova Scotia no coma toast if I throw a blow in December
He’ll be gone til November
See that tough guy shit won’t work on me dog, they don’t buy it mayne
Like here that’s all over hair you Lying/Lion mane
Please test me, you’ll get these fists of fury til my hands tired
Light you up under the chin like a story by the camp fire
Aye remember when we was in Sweden and you slapped buddy?
Y’all 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 “Pat get my back”
I stood beside him and had his back, shit I still do
But I ain’t lying that shit you pulled outside was real smooth
The lil dude told him “well let’s take this around the corner on the right”
He pulled this one, “fuck you! fuck ya!” Translation: “I don’t wanna fight”
The cops show up from all the commotion he caused
Cuz he was too scared to fight dude
And The Saurus I hate to bring you up in this bro cuz I like you
But they start talking to cops like,
“He pushed this girl, he did this, he did that”
Where I’m from that makes you a couple fuckin squealing rats!
We don’t talk to police! Especially when you start the fight
I’m a different breed dog, you just a bitch who got more bark than bite
And if I am a Golden Retriever it’s only cuz people believed your lies
So I am a CNI dog cuz I’m here to lead the blind
So slap me, heh, I’d smack your little fuckin mouth off
Bitch I’ll punch you so damn hard, motherfucker I’ll drop
I busted a dudes skull with a fuckin hundred pound rock
The noises he made from the brain damage was sickening
Then the sound stopped
I let my emotions get the best of me, sometimes I think I’m emotionless
I just stood over my homies open casket crackin jokes and shit
Laughing, poking em
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe it’s how I cope with it
But what’s weird is I cried til the tears
Smeared my rhymes for em when I wrote the shit
But whatever you do never confuse emotional with weak
I’ll slit ya throat with tears rolling down my cheek
Try to make a joke out of me
You better leave both eyes open when you sleep
And something close enough to reach
Cuz the last 6 months of my life I been fucked bro
You think I’m worried about rap?
The next tear that rolls down my face might turn into a permanent tat
You’re a fuckin fake spoiled suburbian brat!
When you spray for brains
You probably turn it like ‘this’ and squirt it like ‘that’
And you know what’s something weird about you
That I never understood?
Why do you lie and try to deny that you got it good
As if you’re ashamed and that it’s cooler to be from the hood
You got it fucked up dog, oh I get it
You just trying to fit in with the homies right?
In your backyard with your gangster friends betting 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 fuckin screensaver
Must be nice when you have no bills and Drake’s your neighbor
But that’s some shit I’m gon save for later

[Round 2: Dizaster]

You’re right! I do have Project Pat as my screensaver
That’s still way better than having a Charron lookin teenager
This motherfuckers always trying to put his hand on his leg
Charron’s a dope MC
He should get a battle with you without having to beg
Next time you wanna extend a hand out to him
Why don’t your faggot ass just give him a battle instead
What happened with you and Jeff? I’ll 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 pack with him not to have no bitchassness involved
And you said “Please, c’mon Jeff, no personal bars
We don’t wanna bring up the past and the things that we saw”
And he agreed cuz he didn’t wanna take advantage of it all
And you only did that during his biggest match
Where you can catch him off guard
Cuz you weren’t man enough to address the topic
When the big cameras are off
That shit was so bad even Mike Vick called Calicoe like
“Yo I can’t believe he did that to his dog!”
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 couldn’t even give him back a call
Cuz all the juicing in the gym his nuts started to shrink back their so small
He’s walking around Scotia with a bag of tic tacs for some balls
Jeff should’ve 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 cuz it’s 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 he’s 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 ain’t about action, you haven’t been trading ya jab in
Cuz you been too busy chasing the Dragon
Like Goku when he didn’t have the Balls!
I’m serious, listen up Patrick Wah!
These kids come out the side of their neck
Letting 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
To (?) but I’d rather get rid of ya skin fat when I go across ya six pack
With a retractable claw so when next time you have a big knack
Your big bitch ass will have to sip that thru a straw!
You dumb fuck! Tried to rebuttal the golden retriever shit
But when I called you Golden Retriever
You should’ve taken it as a compliment
Cuz all Golden Retriever dogs
Were blessed with the logic and the common sense
Not to betray the friend that they’re bonded with
You’re not a Golden Retriever you’re 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 that’s back stabbing a person in the back it was brought up with
Eat a doggy dick, eat a fucking doggy dick
Fuck a body bag I’ll put you in a doggy bag and mop your shit
Talk about I’m the rat when his best friend shit gets real
That’s how the pig will squeal
Jeff told him
“Are you sure you’re not gonna mention anything in this battle Pat?”
He told him, “Trust me, lips are sealed”
That’s why this rat should fry! He’s a rapper from Scotia
Of course he’ll bring up stuff that’s classified
Who’s had your back out of Jeff of all of these battle guys?
Exactly, you can’t reply, that is why, Pat should die
Cuz you killed your only dog like the screenwriters from Family Guy
And if you think about it, Jeff is a lot like Family Guy’s dog Brian
Cuz he’s always barking and crying every time a black guy walks by him
I promised you I wouldn’t bring up shit in this battle
And I wouldn’t cross the line
But there’s a little thing that I wanted to talk about, that’s fine
Stop denying, I put this on my moms life, I am not lying
You were at a show in Scotia
Got socked while you were on the spot on the stage rhyming
You went outside, started wildin
Fuck around and got punched and you took off flying
And left ya little homie behind so he could get stomped by them
I swear to god all this stuff is true!
His little fuckin homie got fucked up and sent to the hospital
If he would’ve died that night, you would’ve been responsible
You pulled a fuckin card and made your younger homie squab for you
He thought Pat would Stay but instead you walked away
And turned your back on him the same way you did to Arsonal
So stop telling me you sucka free
When you don’t even believe in it yourself
You’re big but you got the self esteem of an Elf
Time after time you leave your people behind
While they’re screaming for help
So when I seen you leave Arsonal alone in the ring
Spitting schemes by himself
All I could think of is “damn, history has a strange way of repeating itself”
It’s over ya gone, ya dead broke, I know you don’t have a job
You’re back living at home with your mom
Tell them Mr. Sucka Free, you don’t pay no rent now
I can’t believe I get to say this to somebody, this all makes sense now
Always talking about some bullshit, that’s why he’s getting embarrassed
Sharing a therapist with…shut up bitch you live with your parents
Like you’re gonna clap whom?
He brushes his teeth every morning and he comes out of his bathroom
With his mom standing right there at the door like
“Okay honey, here’s your vacuum”
Trust me you’ve never been sucker free
I know for a fact your homies told me
You were a paper boy til you were 23
A paper boy, like a boss that’s not even part of your nature
How are you a boss when you don’t got any paper?
And if you do it’s cuz you’re driving by strolling your little retarded bike
And you’re about to toss it to your neighbors
A fucking Paper Boy Pat that’s worse than Office Labor
Of course you don’t got no job
You’re back at home in your mamas trailer bottling up all this anger
You’re an in-the-closet racist
With black bodies hanging from his closet hangers
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 looking like a fucking Neo Nazi Army Ranger
Because of you your homies life is in constant danger
You’re not a saint Patrick, you’re more like a fallen angel
You can’t call god your savior you Judas at the Prophets traitor
Yeah, the Prophets Traitor
He exposed how you never been in a fight at all you faker
You’ve never seen contact like broads who get optic lasers
I’ll run a number on your hood like a sponsored racer
I’ll show up to your block take the white out like a chalk eraser
I’m like a Boston strangler with the heart of a Toronto Hockey Player
In the ring I’m like Muhammad Ali crossed with Fraizer
Sock you and knock out your jaw retainer
So hard it’ll drop you and your boxing trainer
And have him in the background lookin like a fuckin Harlem Shaker
And I still didn’t use “Doppelganger,” “Martian Crater,” “Coffee Maker”
“Condom Flavor,” “Arbitrator,” “Margilator”
Someone tell Bender, I’m sorry player

[Round 2: Pat Stay]

Y’all ready? That was dope give it up!
But wait, you got it fucked up
I’m not like you, I don’t live with my mom faggot
And I wasn’t a paper boy, I don’t know what the fuck he’s sayin
But wait let me guess
You got a bunch of photocopied copies of my paychecks?
That were sent thru paypal
Then you’re gonna start handing out all the statements?
I heard you sent a lot of dick pics to hoes online
Aye, I ain’t mad at you dog, so do I
Difference is tho when they click his they roll their eyes
Then open mine and have to use that lil scroll on the side
Straight up don’t leave your bitch with me for the night
I’m serving up a love dug I be feeding her right
All girths, his girl wanted to see what it’s like
She said it was out of this world, you know
A little meteorite/meatier right?
Fuck I’m cool as shit, you need to relax, you’re too stiff let loose a bit
Drop ya neck, roll your shoulders, start doing ‘this’
Ya lookin like a goddamn lunatic
Remember how I beat Hollohan and schooled the kid?
Smooth and slick, made it look like the dude was pissed
Well I’ma use the same formula I used on him
And show you how my style’s his diffusal kit
Check it, see you wild but I got more style than you
I’m so nice my rap name should be “How Are You?”
So funky when I spit, every sec I sniff
Like check my kicks like I stepped in shit
If this a ball game, I’m Lebron James
BOW! From long range, all day
Yeah, the white Snoop Dogg’s back
Invade your territory and moonwalk back, Bitch
It’s so effortless, no pressure it’s nothing I don’t sweat the shit
Clothes fresh, Rolex, gold necklace
Sex machine battery sold separate
You got the fuckin swag of an old catchers mitt
And rap like you think we on the floor wrestling
Cold stepping since ’07 been wrecking it, watch, so dexterous
I flip flows just like this, yo check the shit
Murder for hire late night burglarizer
I creep the streets and old ladies grip their purses tighter
Mark McGuire 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
Walking thru a circle of burning fire like a circus tiger
Tie ya into a furnace emerging gas
Blast the thermostat til the wires in the circuits fried
Slide a burning match then turn it higher
You’re playing checkers on a chess board
Planko with Connect Four
Your hype but it takes away from what you write
It’s a double edged sword
I’m versatility and it’s 100% pure form
I flip styles, miss-ile, 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 who’s 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 Rihanna’s face wit the fist pound
I’m a brick… house! With ya bitch with my dick… out!
She went like ‘this’…. Wowww!
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? Heh! That couldn’t be less impressive
I’ll respect it when you fuck Rachel Starr or Alexis Texas
Yeah he was giving her that “sexual healing”
You know, “expressing his feelings”
Yeah kissin all in the hoes mouth
When she just sucked “Lexington Steele’s dick”
“Bet she didn’t feel shit”
Why you don’t date Lebanese chicks like you, Bashir?
It’d be too competitive over who’d have the coolest beard
Your mom had so much pubic hair it’s her goddamn computer chair
And the men are all control freaks
Go shopping for something new to wear
And won’t even let their wives leave the house
Unless they’re rockin fuck scuba gear
I went to hang at his place, his pops said, “come in!”
Told his wife “go make him a steak! Don’t 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
Here’s the real question
Why do all your conversations sound like you’re yelling at each other?
How is “ahaaskjadsapooo!” telling her you love her?
You 12 different colognes at once smelling motherfucker!
How the hell can you tell which one smells better than the other?
Now wait, now I might’ve just fucked up my Lebanese connects
Back home but I don’t care
From now on if I wanna order a doneer
I’ll 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 asking who fuckin dissed me? Stop trying to be like me
You wanna fuckin disrespect Arabic people you fuckin worthless bitch
You could suck a fuckin Persian dick
You’re such a fuckin racist, you ain’t even wearing the chain
Cuz it’s not long enough to hang a black person with
That’s who you are cuz 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 tats”
This guy, I learned he’s the real racist and I learned a lesson from that
Anything he said about Jeff in his past is only a reflection of Pat’s
See he’s just a white supremacist trash Methonist stash
Yelawolf has incredible tracks Red neck with a mask
Tucked in all of his confederate flag so he can get acceptance from Blacks
How fuckin pathetic is that?
Like he fuckin dissed his boy for a fuckin bitch that he sexed in his past
But that’s probably from the same bitch (?) smashed
I bet if you got an STD check up right now your test wouldn’t pass
Jeff might be the one with the genital rash
But you’re the one on deck with the crab
So sex with your ass would’ve been her deadliest catch
And if I fuck my bitch and you find out and it’s mentioned in your raps
You better not use your pen and tell her
Cuz if you do I’ll put your head and legs in a cast
And have em severed in half
Bars! Compare that to the shit he says when he raps
He attacks quicker than an (?)… wack!
First of all it’s “several” not “sever-al” how pathetic is Pat?
And second of all if you’re gonna beat me
You’re gonna need an animal better than that
Everybody knows that Pat’s cool
Until you see him and he goes to dap you
And he extends his hand and then he’s like a hoe he 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
Flicks his nose and then he goes and he 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 know that the facts true
Shit they even felt bad for that line that they won’t react to
But we can tell that you’ve 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 stuff’s true
He thinks he’s from the west coast, what a mark, he’s a dumb goof
He bumpin songs from Pac and Kurupt, Snoop
Mobbin down the block bustin his air soft glock from the sun roof
With Hollohan riding shotgun smoking black tar thru
Some random lightbulb that they unscrewed
Dumb And Dumber ass clowns
Fucking up the whole spot when they come thru
They’ll never save Gotham
Having em both on the job is like having two Robins in one group
You said you wouldn’t spit personal bars, I didn’t trust you
Cuz that’s the art of war and I’m the one that taught him to Sun Zoo
So you can be Bruce Lee if you want to
Cuz if you Bruce Lee than I’m Yip Man
The guy that taught him his Kung Fu
Be cautious I walk as a god amongst you
You’re my apostle
I’ll sock you til the words come off you like a crossword puzzle
Pop ya thought process bubble so hard you’ll see stars like hubble
Which makes sense cuz every time your squads in trouble
You take off like an Apollo shuttle
But that’s real life shit Pat, those are bars you cannot rebuttal
I bet if my animals ran thru ya house right now
You would book it like Jumanji’s jungle
Always running away from fights, you already know it’s your thing
We all remember from your Arsonal battles you try to run and take cover
Standing there for a fucking hour saying Pat Stay is a sucker
Pat Stay is a sucker
And I know y’all had two rounds and you weren’t prepared for another
But what made the thing worse was
Watching 2 grown men in the ring that are scared of each other
See most rappers would make excuses
And duck out of battles or why they ain’t traveling
But Pat’s worse than that
You’ll fuckin duck out of a battle while it’s actually happening
It’s not about a paper agreement Pat, it’s a manhood thing
You should never back down
From someone who’s challenging ya manhood
If it happens then you scrap or swing
See rappers, we like boxers, it’s the same exact fucking thing
As a champion there’s a level of command
That you supposed to have in the ring
You not a true champ if you can turn your back while a challenger swings
And that’s exactly why you don’t deserve to be Canada’s king
You had a bunch of funny shit, I spit real shit
What fans do you actually bring?
You don’t even have a champions legacy
5 judged battles in his whole career
He shouldn’t even be standing here next to me
Technically his rap sheet is blank, Canibus memory
Yeah you have fans Pat
But you don’t know what it’s like to have any enemies
You don’t know what it’s like to balance the backstabbers and jealousy
And have to walk around in real life like it isn’t actually affecting me
That’s why I use this stage for these fans to connect with me
Show him who I am and that’s a man of integrity
You’re nice outside of battles but you always attack people so recklessly
But one day the nice guy gon come out the shadows eventually
And until then Fresco is more of a man than you’ll ever be!
You don’t even have an identity
You’re just a big happy angry sad faggot
That doesn’t even make sense to me
You’re the only dude on the court with no balls
You’re a basketball referee
You have the swagger of Arnold Schwarzenegger
When he was having a pregnancy
Him and Patrick both are bi they like taking paddleboats for rides
That’s where they go and tan on the ocean side
That’s where Patrick opens wide and lets him splash his load inside
And that’s not being gay at all y’all, that’s called having Scotian pride
You’re a mark, what a fucking weirdo
Leaving all your people behind, just a little fuckin weeny
Ripped to make his limbs tear from his feet
Beat him with a fuckin 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 for him to sit there and get beat
What I’m trying to say is you could’ve been there at least
Instead what you do? Upload footage of you
Eating a sandwich on your toilet as you sit there in ya seat
Which doesn’t surprise me anymore Pat
Cuz you’ve been known to shit where you eat!
Stop giving me that mean face, don’t be the next MC that I cremate
Lay off the ecstasy, slam on your fuckin E brake
You haven’t improved at anything since the elements league
Just methampetamines, I’m done messing with you fiends
A combination of multiple drug addicts
Living life thru the eyes of one faggot like Requiem For A Dream
Stop fuckin distracting me, this shit is not what it seems
I’m fuckin up now, I got to end it with something crazy
Fuck it, I don’t know what to do these people are talking during my shit
Fuckin it up, FUCK!
Catch a fuckin uppercut, your mother is a slut
Fuck I don’t never even done this before but I have to do it right now
I got Buddhist type wisdom
You’ll walk away from it all if it don’t make no sense/cents
That’s Jewish guy syndrome
You try to run away I lock you down with 16’s like a Juvenile prison
His crew decide to ride then his crew can die with him
Get crucified with him, your only chances of you surviving
Are breathing thru a tube like scuba diving
And no one will be there to view you died like suicide victims
I (?) , If I choose to fight with him, it’s like
Getting Hydouken’d by Ryu and Ken, I’ll Buddakai kick him
And every move that I hit him
Will leave him with a pupil missing from his eye
Like students in school who try ditching
It’s not a movie script when I leave this dude with blind vision
I’ll remove your eye quicker than Uma Thurman
When she killed the dude who tried switching (?)
I’ll leave him with 2 of his eyes missing

[Round 3: Pat Stay]

He said I had a Ric Flair physique, true
That’s why girls see me walk by they say, “Wooo!”
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 spinnin around and swingin around
And runnin around curling I’m thinkin;
“Damn, this guy must beat the shit out of his girlfriend”
I mean damn boy, you like a Motorola phone
Cuz you the first one to flip like you on em (M) and /androids
Never stops moving is like something’s wrong with his nervous system
And he ruins every picture he’s in cuz he’s always blurry in them
Like Why So Serious?
We was supposed to battle in August
But he moved it to the end of January
That’s how much of a queer he is (Aquarius)
Clammy palms sweating profusely and he just can’t stop
Every time you give the man props you gotta wipe your hand off
I seen him before the battle coming at me 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 he’s the most intense person to ever play video games with
Eyebrows bouncing everywhere making the most ridiculous faces
All into it biting his lips lookin like a fuckin serial rapist
And his whole body turns with the controller
When he steers when he’s racing
Definite button master and your controller he’s getting carried away with
And he beats you every game cuz you keep peeking away from the screen Scared that he’ll break it
You’ll know how serious he takes it, you hit the sack now it’s only him Trying to sleep and all you hear is him on the headset like
“Cover me, I’m goin in”
Aye wait, they said
“Pat you can’t 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
They’re just distracted by his energy
See Organik wasted paper on him, shouldn’t be promoting his ass
It’s not a fair trade, lately everything D(e)-composes is trash
Now I ain’t even gonna run that back
But did you find those kind of relatable? I’ll break it down quickly
His bile’s degradable
Bro do you know what I’ve done for King Of The Dot?
You really think you’re more valuable than me?
You do? Do you understand the impact
That me versus Hollohan had on this league?
Going on about how much you care about the chain
Just beggin for peoples attention
But when we needed you the most you treated it like a joke
And couldn’t even defend it
But you know what?
There is a little truth behind the things Dizaster’s been saying
I have lost my love for this shit
Cuz now it’s just oversaturated and fabricated
They ask you to make a blog before the battle
To make the match entertaining and act like you hate him
Then after the battle we’re laughing and hanging
See that’s what I’m sayin, it’s 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 they’re famous, man I don’t know
I guess I’m just having trouble trying 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
I’ll probably tell you I don’t give a fuck
I don’t even watch battles these days I lost the interest
They used to make me feel like I had the globe in my palm
Just spinning it on my index
But shit changes doesn’t it, maybe I’m buggin
One day I love it, next day I’m saying fuck it
Til I step on stage, see the fans, that crazy rush shakes
And a little voice in my head whispers, “aye you got this”
Look, see I don’t do this for the chain Diz, I do it for these guys
I do it for my fans that knew I was losing 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
Cuz 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 could’ve died but he said the laughter and excitement he got From my battles and talking to me every day just made him feel alive
Man I’ll never forget the day he called me and told me
His Doc said he’s been getting better and his tumors shrank in size
And his moms told me she believes me being there for him helped him
And she thanked me crying and that’s what the fuck I do this shit for dog
You just crave the attention like a little college girl
Congrats on your 70,000 twitter followers Mr. Popular, who gives a fuck?
Who would you be if it wasn’t for this? Ask yourself!
And you wouldn’t even be who you are
If it wasn’t for mommy and daddy’s help
You see anyone could’ve been you Diz, just had to follow the manuscript
Stress free, rent free
Never had to pay a goddamn bill in his life cuz his family’s rich
So while we were all busting our asses to pay the bill
You know being a grown man and shit
He had all those years of free time
To write rhymes and practice his battle skills in his family’s crib
You see anyone here could’ve been you Diz
With the funds and proper management
So many opportunities the average man
Would just never had the chance to get
Like for example his battle with Canibus costed a fortune
How did he manage it?
Organik couldn’t come up with all of the funds
So Diz got his Daddy to handle it
See anyone of us could’ve been you Diz
Anyone of us could’ve 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
Cuz 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 champion who wasn’t handed shit
Look! He mad right now…
Gonna wire some western union from his Dad right now
Heads up! He’s bout to throw another beer in the crowd right now
And he was calling me a paper boy, I just gotta laugh right now
Cuz they’re writing his obituary right now in the back right now
Aye and to end this battle off, you’re right
This title don’t really matter to me bro
If I lose tonight I’ll just get my freedom back and my album on the go
Battle who I want, when I want, traveling the globe
And you’ll 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 couldn’t let my people down cuz the fans is all I know
Ayo Canada! Your champion is home!
And since he was talking about it so much
I guess I gotta address you Charron
I know you’re still mad that I molested you bro
And the whole battle community hasn’t left you alone
Ever since Arsonal showed that pic of me rubbing your leg on the coach
But you been dissing me for 3 years it’s like your obsessed with me tho
And I haven’t paid him any attention & that’s what effects him the most
Bro don’t be delusional, I wasn’t ducking you, I was just letting you grow
So once you finish potty training you can step to the throne

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