Pat Stay vs. Charron [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Charron]

It’s Canada’s favorite ‘roid head, the skinny kid’s rival
They disregard your lack of bars cuz you’re literally their idol
I don’t care if your arm strong, you’re a bitch that’s on his cycle
Like Lance Armstrong, it’s only right I strip you of your title
Back in Scotia they filmed scraps, he didn’t punch or even strike
He just yelled from the back like “Sucka free, get hyped!”
Just cuz dude’s buffer, you’d think he’d chuck a decent right
Nah you’re Bruce Buffer, you just talk before other people fight
You act tough with a crew, but never would scrap dolo
Funny you’re from the dark side, but can’t use your hands solo (Han Solo)
You’re an insecure little girl, I think that it’s obvious
You portray this image to hide the fact you a bitch with no confidence
I’ll battle you in an handicap stall
And relinquish your dominance cuz you’re such an attention whore
You can’t even shit without fishing for compliments
Rip his heart out, enjoy the rush
I’m usually tense but I ace it when noise erupts
Your handicap craps won’t amount to jack, where’s the toilet brush?
The King’s getting dumped in Queen Elizabeth, that’s a royal flush
I’m in an aggressive mood, and I’ll step to you
End this dude, when you poo on the internet with views
Summon every special move, up in Tekken 2
The king dies on the toilet, I’ll Elvis Presley you!
You know what rhymes with sucka free? Ducking me
Lately you’ve been crying in battles, I think you need a hug from me
“I want to blow my brains out, I don’t care what’ll happen
Sometimes I get down on myself like Marilyn Manson”
Shut up bitch
Speaking of Marilyn, this ‘roid head thinks he’s tough and rowdy
Since you juice, I’m cut throat behind bars like the Sons finale
You recycled with Math and Shotty, didn’t think we could tell?
“He mad right now”, “embrace that shit”
You’re just grabbing schemes from the shelf
If all you do is reuse concepts, you’re in need of some help
Your name should be history
Cuz you have a strange way of repeating yourself
His girl fucks for money, can’t afford her rent
She gave you multiple STDs and there’s more you’ll get
She treats it like Maple Leaf coaches when you’re erect
Pat burns, cuz she’ll ride your peter, if you give that whore a check
Casket, extra space, your brother stuffed in your resting place
You’ll be sleeping with your family like Kevin Gates
Them ‘roids got you shrivelling, deflates his fucking scrotum
Pat’s balls are so small, Tom Brady wants to throw them
They like him better than me more, he’s overhyped
Since Patrick sways these people, we’ll see how it goes tonight
Nah, they like him better Demi Moore, he’s overhyped
It’s Patrick Swayze, people ‘bout to see a GHOST tonight
You win off crowd control, make yo bitch ass stutter
My punches connect with the fans like Hitman’s brother
And you said you want to fuck me, who wouldn’t?
Come on, I’m fucking hot as hell bro
Thinking you’re a modern day composer
You compensate with cocky swag cuz all you got is great composure
You wanted me to grow? I’ll bodybag this joker
Now I’m straight shitting on him, potty training’s over

[Round 1: Pat Stay]

That Tom Brady line…
What if I did do steroids and my balls shrivelled up? Who gives a fuck?
When’s the last time you heard a girl be like:
“Girl, he got the biggest nuts”
Like, wouldn’t that just make my dick look bigger and hang lower?
As far as the game goes, when this blade I throw
Goes into your apple, it’s game over
From the cracks in the pavement I rose
A lion amongst sheep, I am the one
The front lead and only will there ever be one me
Try on my crown but you’ll never become king
Let me reiterate, you imitate, I innovate
Separating the word “dickrider” from the word “inspire”
I am the greatest, the chain’s material, the title’s a statement
A stone my name is engraved in
Welcome to my home, you’re a guest in this house
For too long have I let you just lounge on this sectional couch
It’s like I’ve adopted you, you’ve adopted everyone’s style so
Since you my child I’ma rinse out your mouth with bars
I’m coming in swinging, Sonny Liston, I’m about to bury you
King of the Dot champ versus the King of the Dot tramp
I’ma trample through, you begged for this, now I’m bagging you
Demand you demanded this man’ll dismantle you
Yeah they cheer for you but if there were no chants
There’d be no chance for you
Helicopter propeller chopper, the fans carry you
Dog, It’s got to be painful, anal fisting
You’re about to get that ass handed to him
I’m not comparing you to animals when I say this cat’s unbearable
He’s boring, mechanical
Like a mythological horse dragon you
Ride so many bandwagons there should be a horse dragging you
Was the crowd nerd that embraced your image
And that’s why they were fans of you
Years later he’s letting the cannon shoot
Now they’ll no longer stand for you
Understandable, cuz you don’t have
To be Joe Budden to hear he (Tahiry) abandoned you
He be so confused
Staring through the barrel trying to fit magazines and bananas through
He wouldn’t dare shoot
In the forest wearing an orange camp flannel suit
Boy if I start slamming you on the floor it’ll leave him in a state of horror
And sit his ass down like Orlando, you hear me? I can’t stand this dude
Fucking man handle you
Shove a pair of antlers through his cap like Camp Caribou
I referenced a children’s show cuz that’s what I have to cater to
Now watch me lift up his skirt like the opening credits in Sailor Moon
You said these lines in all seriousness
“My squad’s supplying Bolivia
If I got the gat I’ll pop the pipe and get rid of ya”
Really bro? You’re gonna buck the heater you little fucking wiener
I could go on for days, “ohh fuck with me, headshot, buck fifty”
Um really?
Could’ve sworn you were the most nervous little runt in this city
What hood you from? Jane and Flinch?
But that’s what they cheer for right now, so I get it “buck fifty”
He just hears what the crowd likes and it goes from his ears to his mouth
Boy you got shit backwards!
Look me in my pupils, Corey stop it
You’re a fucking harmless fucking loser
“Oh Charron, I’ll clutch the Ruger, yeah I might be a fuckin loser
But I started from the bottom like Drake and now I’m the future”
Bro you’re literally the biggest fucking dick sucking
Wave riding, trend following, brown nosing leech to ever exist
Just fucking accept the cards you were dealt
Stop copying everyone else
It’s not you Corey, have some goddamn confidence in yourself
See all them Smack battles you watch got you acting all ratchet
Till this hatchet I got winds up in your side
And half of ya body pops out like a Jack in the Box
Till someone pops him for mocking these American Idols
He clearly misunderstood
Pallbearers cries, his body they carry under wood (Carey Underwood)
I quote, “See I’m just skinny and smart, I don’t think that I’m hard
I know I’m a nerd, so I live with that card”
Y’all trippin right now if you decrypted those bars I spit at the start
See I intertwined every line ingeniously
Strategically picked him apart
And exposed the contradicting carbon copy piece of shit that you are

[Round 2: Charron]

He flipped that Tom Brady bar, I’m like okay, that’s okay
Talkin bout big balls, I’m like okay that shit’s gay
But real talk, I’m the underdog, we talking football
I’m supposed to get killed by Patrick Stay
This like Seattle on the 1 yard line
They gon be surprised when you pass away
He making fun of them gun bars, okay fuck it I’ma flip this
You know the line about Joe Budden, that’s nothing I’ma rip this
Cuz real talk this’ll be a Total Slaughter it’s nothing just forget this
Besides you I look like 5’9” but you’ll get more than a Crooked eye (I)
If you butt in (Budden) to my business
You’re scared to battle on URL, ducking all events on the calendar
When you threatened Marv then took off
You loss respect from every battler
I stood up to Suge in NY, they had respect for the challenger
You would’ve lost in New York
Cuz you ran from Marv like Kevin McCallister
You declined battles on Smack, you could’ve made some decent money
You battle in Canada cuz we’re the only place that thinks you’re funny
You headlined every World Domination
But it straight up seems to bug me
How you gon dominate the world
When you’re too afraid to leave your country?
You and Day was supposed to be in Cali you hide with the throne
You ain’t a real champ till you’ve made someone die on the road
You rely on reaction, you can’t land lines on your own
You’re a cordless phone
Cuz you won’t get reception when you step outside of your home
He’ll talk about raping me like “I want that wiener… Oscar Mayer”
And the crowd reacts like “That’s some supa hot fiyah!”
He smoking crack till he spaz out (spaz out)
Patty givin neck till he pass out (pass out)
I swear to god all I do is blackout (blackout)
You be smoking rock, get up out the crack houuuuussse!
Nah, fuck that you’re a fiend that sparks
Yo you wanna talk about Jane and Flinch
Alright, let’s do some T-Dot shit if he is smart
Cuz real talk you’re a crackhead, you’re a fiend that sparks
This crackhead’s getting his chain snatched like DMX in Regent Park
My formula one, Danica Patrick could take that
They claiming that Patrick raw, there’s an avalanche on his face mask
I will (wheel) take your fortune, if they react to ya lame crap
Light up the square with wordplay cuz Pat doesn’t say jack (Sajak)
Claim that you need a bigger name? I’m really just puzzled
I beat Clips, Magic, Ars, their views to yours are literally doubled
You think I’m unknown? Good thing I’m quick to rebuttal
Guess they brought in someone nameless (Knamelis)
To kill you like Twist vs Shuffle
After I want Madchild, Bender, I’m ready to hunt now
I got a lot in store, all my Canadian Targets ’bout to get shutdown
You Wet Willie Jimmy but gave Ice daps for shit
Against Math you said your African hype man was legit
You wanna bang Daylyt? You on your Kim Kardashian shit
You’re a fake ass diva that rides every black person’s dick
You’re unemployed and live at home, future’s not bright
He’s in his parents basement moonwalking all night
Practicing bars like,
“I’m a real dude, poked my homie at his funeral … twice!”
Till his mom walks in his room while he writes like
“You’re 29 years old Patrick, the fuck you doing with your life?”
“C’mon Patrick you ol plumber”
Cuz in battles you the boss celebrity type ish
Always claiming you’re tough lookin fresh in some nice kicks
But in songs you’re a junkie tellin kids to never be like this
Which proves you’re an insecure bitch going through an identity crisis
You smoke crack through the cans you and Jeff would sip Sprite with
So every hit you take’s just a reflection of how pathetic your life is
Back in Scotia he dropped the N bomb when he was Yaked
Your brother Peter got beat up by black people, it’s a fact
You just stood there, he didn’t scrap
That’s how you treat your family? What’s sucka free about that?
You should get into acupuncture since you ain’t eating off of rap
So you can finally make a living off stabbing people in the back

[Round 2: Pat Stay]

You know I don’t live with my mom
I live in Ottawa where you is, that’s a known fact
Let’s be honest people, do I look like I smoke crack?
Not fighting? That’s bullshit and so wack
How many people you battled last year?
I knocked out more people than that this year
He can vouch that, motherfucker, what?!
This is real shit, swear on my life, swear on my mother’s life
Organik told me about the time he went on tour with you
And in disgust he told me a little story too, genuinely bothered
He said the whole trip he never changed his boxers
And the one time you showered is cuz they practically forced you to
They also told me how you’re cheap
Got 50 grand in the bank and wouldn’t spend a cent on food
When y’all went out to eat
You’d just wait till they were done and eat the scraps
Then me you and Swish went out for wings and you confirmed it’s true
Swish shared a story too
He said you wore the same clothes a month straight
When he was on tour with you
Which he admit that me and Swish ordered food and he just ate off ours
How ironic, he’s Jewish and he’s scared to take a shower
Bro you are the worst kind of rapper
Don’t care about his hygiene as long as his bars are dope
Stinky little brat, get a fucking bar of soap
This is not a joke, seriously you need this to stop
Organik only set this up cuz he wanted to see you get washed
Right Guard, Old Spice, Speed Stick, Arrid
Far as he knows right now I’m speaking Spanish
Maybe he would if they would just change the way he was branded
Like, “smart enough for a man but made for a little faggot”
Or how bout when they watched you fuck that girl
You saw a little birdie was out of commission
They told you to bend her over and you said
“I’m not good at that position”
Or how bout the time you told me on Skype
That you honestly can’t stand black people?
But it’s all good, I won’t go in on ya
I know you wrote a rebuttal for that cuz he knows
Watch his jeans tho, when he lies, his knee grows (negroes)
He had the happiest most pleasant dream the other night night
He remembers it was the summer time and the sun had rised
And then a bus went by and hit a colored guy
Woke up in his Hitler onesie and there was cum inside
If you hear him say the word “cocoon,” he’s not referencing a butterfly
He just stuttered guys…
Aye look, he mad right now
Wishing black history month would pass right now
You need to go home and take a fucking bath right now
Lodi Dadi, got ya bitch sniffing on my body
I’m fresh *ttsss ttsss* better ask (AXE) somebody
“Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m just so fresh so clean
It don’t make you no less racist just cuz you bought some Echo jeans”
Want me to stop swaggin’ on you? It’s not fair, Swagga Genesis
“Swaggaaaaa”
I AM! All that and a bag of fuckin Cheetos
I’m so gangsta I could sag a fuckin Speedo
You? Psst.. please, old regular bag of kettle chips
Look at me I’m “shaggadelic” bitch, Swega Genesis dog
You can’t fuck with me
I’m sucka free, you gluten free
Uh, that ain’t got nothing to do with me
Organik’s little whore, probably got him to do this free
He’ll make you shout out King Of The Dot at your mother’s eulogy
“Dear mom I miss you, you had a heart of gold
Shoutout to Trevor D custom jewelry
See I make them lean in stitches
His shit’s so “meeehhh,” I seen his girl react and thought
Wow, Drake’s here and the Queen of England
Setup, punch, setup, punch, setup, punch that’s all you’ve ever done
See I’m every element compressed in one
This a battle you gon learn a lesson from
See it doesn’t matter if you studied battles til you got it down to a science
Cuz you can learn all the basic fundamentals
But there’s not a class on what style is
See it’s not how big the build up is, it’s how you design it
It’s not how many times you punch, it’s the power behind it
That’s where you lost bro
I’m Rocky II you trying to play Apollo, it’s telling you something Corey
You need to change your boxers

[Round 3: Charron]

Hollohan gives him all of his rhymes, I know you ain’t prepped for this
Every 16 bit, that’s why they call him Sega Genesis
Why you talking bout Sega Genesis? This why we battling Pat
Oh, it’s just punch after punch, it’s the power behind it
That shit’s actually wack
You’re talking bout video games but all you do is swagger
And make people have to react
So if this is video games, he ain’t Sega Genesis, cats feel all the facts
Why they hyping up PS for (4) when his game hasn’t advanced
Cuz you just do that shit, got em laughing for months
“Oh I’m styling on you? Guess my swagger’s too much”
He said I don’t clean and I need some new boxers?
But these days you’re wacker than fuck, you like present day Ali
You too shook to be packing a punch
You said Hollohan’s a snitch, should’ve taken the wrap
Well Mitchell White snitched on Hollohan
Then you started to hang with the rat
You befriended a snitch, Jeff copped another case
When someone rats on your boy
You’re supposed to stomp their fuckin face
You’re like Eve in the Garden of Eden with the problems you create
A bitch that turned their back on god by talking to a snake
Against Diz he said he cured a kid’s cancer, that was a great look
Well his name’s Cole Wally and he messaged me on Facebook
He said he told you he’s a 13-year-old fan with cancer, I swear this is true
Pat said “if you’re lying about cancer, I’ll beat the shit outta you”
That shit’s true, you think cancer’s a joke? Laugh again
I’ll coach him in Toronto there’s no way Pat could win
Cuz Hollohan helped a kid with cancer, this sucker should be sorry
Pat claimed it was him cuz he’s a scum that needs glory
I was Pat Stay before Pat Stay, this motherfucker’s corny
You’re Rick Ross
A self proclaimed boss that lives through someone else’s stories
But back in Scotia he got charged, he’s a criminal out there
He wasn’t busting pistols in the air
When you were 18 you got locked
For pushing your little sister down the stairs
You know what rhymes with ‘sucka free?’ Protective custody
You put hands on a little girl, you’re scum to me
See I was gonna prove all these stories were true
I was gonna say they’re facts right now
Don’t you find it weird that Hollohan ain’t beside Pat right now?
I was gonna say if this is true, switch sides on your man right now
But Pat found out, said if I brought Hollohan on stage
I was getting stabbed right now
You wanna threaten me with violence? I’m bout to spaz right now
Don’t talk that shit, I’m on my grown man right now
You wanna scrap right now?
Why would you do that? That shit’s wack right now
You called me racist, saying I don’t like people that are black right now
Well c’mon…
At least I ain’t afraid to come out my country and go on Smack right now
How did you find out about my Hollohan angle? I’m so mad right now
I wish I didn’t spit my bars to Bishop Brigante so bad right now
He’s sad right now, heart pumpin so fast right now
His little sister’s crying loud from the ground right now
Wanted to smack em like the brother she never had right now
You got exposed, that’s how the story unfolds
But since y’all know the real Pat Stay
It’s time you meet the real Corey Charron
Cuz you dissed Marv’s brother for autism, think it’s hella jokes?
Well I was diagnosed with a form of autism when I was 12 years old
Non-verbal learning disability, I was told by the doctor
I don’t mean to move my hands like “this” or be socially awkward
But they say I gotta change my image
What you know about being clinically depressed?
Being told your prone to suicide when they administered a test
Getting beat up in elementary school cuz you’re a skinny little pest
Crying as you’re forced to take meds cuz you’re different from the rest
I can’t even hold eye contact, it’s really true
But I block it out and make you look at me when I’m killin you
See I used to be ashamed, but then I realized I’m not actually crazy
After everything I accomplished, I’m happy how god made me
But you created a fake image to find worth from all your friends
You’re not a boss, you’re a scumbag in a world that is pretend
The judges might rob me so fuck the verdict at the end
You win battles off being comfortable
But at least I’m comfortable with the person that I am
That’s that real shit, I’m ruining vets
I just killed Pat Stay, tell that bitch Mook he’s next

[Round 3: Pat Stay]

That cancer Cole shit’s fake and we can call Cole to witness
I just sent a Christmas present to Cole
You wouldn’t send him coal for Christmas
Real shit, I been curing cancer patients
But I can’t cure 38 pounds squirmy greyhound
Nervous breakdown, praying mantis shaky faggot
And you know what bro
You see this guy right here up here on the wheelchair in the front row?
His name’s Joel
I brought him up on stage with me for my compliment battle with Rone
True fan, I bought his plane ticket to be here tonight at the show
And I met him once
I’m more of a stand up fucking guy than you could ever know
You would never do that shit
I’ve done more for this culture than you can ever imagine
We depend on my classics, if I didn’t beat Arcane
Our chain would’ve fade from metal to plastic
Would’ve never have lasted
We were pedaling backwards
I’m the last thread of the patch of Letterman jackets
Organik was forced to book all American rappers
And Smack almost wiped us out so I stepped up snatched it
Now let me just ask this…
What if I conformed too and just tried to blend in with Smack?
Now everyone raps identical, next thing you know we’re done
Cuz there’d be no separate brackets
And what kind of leader would I be if I let that shit happen
That’s why I’m Lieutenant and Captain
The last original, the staple that kept us intact
Bitch I am King Of The Dot, my name’s embedded in that shit
I’m legendary status you will never establish, this is my shit
Your motherfuckin heiness, I am everything you ever wanted to be
I’m the star you strive to align with
I am the man on the top of that mountain you struggle to climb
That didn’t even try, you think it’s a lie
Then why am I a bigger name then you
And you’ve done so much more than I did, open your eyes kid!
I am just a more superior human besides this
He knows it too and it eats him alive
Cuz my perfections reflect the weakness inside him
You will never… ever… EVER be my equal
You’re nothing but a fucking puppet
Who gets that underdog pity from people
A coward who gets tough in battles
With dudes that are looked at as bullies
Cuz he knows it’s the only place he’ll get away with that shit
But it makes him look like he’s a hero
Suge let it slide when you grabbed him like that
Figured he’s half his size, wouldn’t feel right
I’m the type to whoop that ass to teach you
This battle rap shit ain’t real life
Swear to god
I’m the same dude when the camera’s on or the camera’s off
You’ll never see me front on camera like George Costanza boss
You need a punch in the face
This the kid that went on Smack and stereotyped all white guys
As socially awkward nerds with little dicks
You are a fucking disgrace
“Ewhh where’s my Don Demarco?”
Shut up you little fucking creep they should’ve gave you a Donnie Darko
Charron, I will always be the king
They wanna give you the chain then take it
Hate to say it but y’all make it more like an ankle bracelet
See there’s a reason I just got you to switch me sides
I did that to make a statement
That you can hold down my position for me
But you will never trade me places
THE KING!

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