[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
Some wonder about the Western days
And why did some guys saddle?
Some wonder about the future, and why do some time travel?
I'm just wondering
How the f** you let me 3-0 you in a one-round battle?
I'm just being real
I don't know what I'm doing here, this sh**'s weird
He's such a juice head, last time, when I said "I'll shoot your a**!", he didn't even get scared
But this ain't last time, I won't say my flow cold
Like a Popsicle, probably or hospital lobby
No one is hotter than lava on a Guatemalan island
Damn it, I'm snappin'
I'm madder than Madden after a tackle done happened
And he miscalled it by an impractical fraction
But enough about me; I'm being selfish
That one round was eating you alive; it's understandable
I'm a cannibal, but this time, I ain't tapping Pat
I'm rolling up with shoulder bumps just to see what his man'll do. Nobody? Nobody? f** all that
Organik, watch where you going
Because I should blindside you for acting like I ain't seeing dog
Nikiya, this pit f**ed up my performance
I should wet your head like a Chia doll
I live for this sh**, n***a, I die for my "respeck"
I'm talking to all "tree" of y'all
Just support and roll, because he's the star
And they came for your funeral
It's a million ways to die, and I want you to choose a few
Nah, I mean, enough, I don't want him dead
I want to see him go through physical pain
A head shot, he survive, but it hemorrhage his brain
Cops on the side looking for leads, he can't remember a thing
That's because I put a traffic jam in his memory lane
I get in that a**; that's colon
Brrrrrrrr, K's; that's Nolan. Or two gats blowin'
BOW! BOW! BOW! Look like I'm backstrokin'
I could have started this show swinging a pound
Like this sh** Arsenio
Or had a MAC spitting with sparks, like this sh** Omillio
Click-click, really though, big clip really blow
About the size of a cell phone... from a Slick Rick video
I'm mean, but I'm also confused
Because you had the nerve to diss Mike Zombie
Saying I wasn't with Mike Zombie…
While I was with Mike Zombie, you f**ing idiot!
That's how you know you're ignorant
You don't even know a person, and you dissing him
Then try to school me on some business tips
Wait, weren't you the one in London backstage throwing hissy fits? Like, "What? Y'all ain't get the chips?
I got no money at home and I just got five from the dealership"
Now besides thinking
"Why was there white around your lips?" and sh**
I was thinking that's why I did the second round on equity
Like I did with Clips
Because if we both died on them plane crashes home
I had stacks in my personal account
My fam would have took care of my businesses
And they would've needed a GoFundMe page
To put this b**h in a ditch and sh**
n***a, that's the differences
Then you were selling s**a Free Boss hoodies
Oooo, you f**ing hypocrite
By the way, them pens and sh**
That was a gift and sh** from [?]
And also a symbolism for you to step up your penmanship
Because you claimed you'd look into it
Now, I just named three instances
So if y'all react to fake personals, that'd be hideous
But werka-werka-werka
I slowed it down, so let me switch this sh**
Get up on some different sh**
Got a n***a pissed, so you know a n***a with the sh**
Pull up with the tool on the belt, they think I'm fixing sh**
Hand blew, leg red, got him on some Twister sh**
I said, don't worry about the bars
Just worry what I got on: LOM clothing dot com
[Round 1: Pat Stay]
That mustache is b**hin', now that's precision
I don't even want to battle you
Dude, I just want to know how you did it
I usually scratch my head like that, but got me doing this sh**
I don't get it, I just don't understand the physics
What is it? How, what with, and how often do you trim it?
Wow! How symmetrical can you get it?
You got it hooking, too, bro? Look at you go!
Grow a beard like a man, and let them p**y pubes go
Man, f** you and your whole mark-a** crew!
You can't see me, like a heart tattoo on a dark black dude
These pups ain't vicious, they just growl and bark at you
But really just want a belly rub and soft cat food
But I don't show them love, you ain't gettin' Pat, stay
The Dog Whisperer, they listen that way
Shock collar, like an electric leash, this b**h getting trained
It's a walk in the park for me, I got this sh** in the bag
P-A to the T Stay, put some "respeck" on it
f** your punk-a** roster
Jump, gra**hopper, see who's the loc'est
No more humble Pat
Tell the gravedigger I want my shovel back
I ain't playing no games, they want to push my bu*tons
And after, shake my hand like a Rumble Pak?
I don't f** with that
Wring your neck like the African Kayan tribe
You'll hear little subtle cracks
As the joints pop, sound like I'm twisting a bubble wrap
I'm an tap axe-swinging lumberjack
Not to mention, a f**ing mack
Break your b**h off, then she creep home late
And like a cheap phone case, he gotta rub her back
And no, I'm not drunk, I'm f**ing smashed
I'm just feeding you, huh?
See, I figured I'd help you out, because I know you're going to talk about me being a drunk
Because he's sober now, right?
Pft, you can act like you're clean if you want
But you can't spell "clean" without the "lean"
We can see it's a front
And you can't embarra** someone who makes fun of themself
And shows you their whole hand that you shuffled and dealt
You got some funny stories? Good, I got one I can tell
Because Nigel here been in a little scuffle himself
It was him and John John Da Don, made a f** of himself
You swung at him, and you're the one who stumbled and fell
During the swing, he was able to pull up his pants
Buckle his belt, tuck in his cell, puff on an L
And eat a chicken buffalo melt – what in the hell?
So careful who you swinging on, b**h
This p**y flexing, better drop down, get your kegel on, b**h
I done let sh** slide, but catch me on the wrong tip
And I'll smoke this piece of dog sh**
On some Cheech & Chong sh**
f** with me! f** with me!
Come on and play, ¡ándale, ándale!
You'll be rocking a bodybag
Like Missy Elliott in her song, "The Rain"
You think size doesn't matter, 'til I take Nigel and grab him
And toss a Hollow in the crowd, like ISIS in Paris
"Ooooooooo," I hate that face! I want to break that sh**
I'll sock you and anyone that you face-swap with
Right off rip, or I could drop you with a Neymar kick
With my hands behind my back like a baseball pitch
I ain't the type of white boy you play the race card with
Because if Hollow cause problems
I'll bomb him on some Adolf sh**
f** you and your whole crew you came here with!
I'm Pat Stay, I roll solo just to make my print
[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
So what, I'm clean from lean?
Like I said in London, you was itching and scratching
Like it was Breaking Bad
I was thinking, one hit and he gone
n***a; that's Baby Bash
Your best bars in the last round was trying to play my 'stache
Ha-haaa! Jada laugh
Pat Stay, I haven't heard a comment
That dumb since Stacey Dash
But damn, you don't personally know me
I wouldn't store your number
In real life, you're not worth an emoji
Aren't you the overconfident battle rapper that goes like this when you want to call it quits?
Well, you're the most nervous in the room
And my thoughts is this
Because when you battle
Your mouth does this awkward twitch
It was one battle, I thought you damn near bit off your lip
This is a gift, when they say Hollow, Lux, Clips
They don't bring up your a**
And I ain't saying you f**ing trash, you upper cla**
You on the same plane
You just come in last, like n***as with a buddy pa**
I'm being humble, with no legend, you can get this match
I could've said, deuces
Me getting back on this card is just pity, Pat
Because you're a bully with no bars, this sh**'s just real
He flew to Sweden, mid-battle, he lifts up Nils
And he won that battle
Because that's the first time you picked up sk**s
That's how I feel, but they'll say, at least he's never choked
I'm like, "Aw, shucks, it was that one miracle when the best in Canada couldn't get charged up"
And let's not forget that The Saurus stuff
You was- you was- you was starstruck
Couldn't finish your scheme, you're a vending machine, because sometimes you get your bars stuck
But "it'll still be a tie whether he wins or not"
Wait, ain't that something Rone started?
Or he'll say, "The gun's hereditary, it's in my jeans"
Oooh, that was so heartless
"A Canadian's stealing the show tonight"
Every motherf**ing time
Because you was standing right behind Rone when he said it
And they still reacted to that motherf**ing rhyme
It's just nonsense, the dunk contest; it's nothing new
But you'll still see people jumping from the line
He's a meth buzz, or popping a stick while you wet up
I'm a brick or better
n***a, I'm Vicodin, methadone, and [?] mixed together
I'm a gallon of whiskey in the Prohibition Era
I'm with whatever
I said you lost, and you don't have an Addy
Your moms call you "Patty-watty"
For talking about my pockets with OVO
Now the hood call you Chatty Patty
And I'ma make him feel so stupid
Like having a condom, and don't use it
You're in denial about my banks, well, damn, my flow fluid
But act stupid, I had him dispatch units
They'll be like, "Chh, it's only one dead
But it was a MASS shooting"
f** spoon-feeding these bars, I'm mazing them
Put away the Sahara
And make it Seattle with the Harley Davidson
I got through security
Because it was Stacey Augmon nickname
Errrk, I see I'm losing y'all, let me switch lanes
Swear to God in your compliment battle rap, it was some battle rappers that didn't get paid
b**h, don't just stand there, I'll say which names
Okay, you don't want to say nothing?
He ain't pay Marlo and Shuffle-T
And they flew way in from London, B
Ohhh, you too dumb to see
You cursed our battle with your f**ery
But they'll say Pat Stay's f**ing street
He walked around the hood, shirt ripped, like He-Man
Holding two guns at once
Even though he could've put them in each hand
At one time, he came to the hood, and he had n***as shook when he backed out the heat, fam
Only reason n***as was scared?
He held the gun in the police stance
I knew rap money was like trap money when Liv made 140 off of one jugg, that's a lot of paper
Fronted 20 joints, got 60, that was profit later
That was Texas, then we hit Nevada, Vegas
Even sold n***as in the Bean pies, as-salamu alaykum
Don't worry about the gear, or don't worry what I got on
But if you is worried, LOM clothing dot com
…
Sike, I lied! I got a hitman that Holla knows
It go "Boom!" if your Ah Di knows
It's horror, even Shotty knows
Double-barrel on the shotty nose... longer than Shotty nose
[Round 2: Pat Stay]
About that compliment battle, you got that sh** wrong, dude
Them dudes did get paid, I swear on my mom deuce
You got your sh** twisted, Rob Zombie-twisted
Oh, Rob Zombie-twisted? Zombie robbed you
I heard you was locked in prison
C... cool
My father built it
We the real gangsters, bankers and politicians
My uncle did the same crime, never got convicted
We can knock the hustle, but you can't knock the privilege
Knock-knock, nope, this is not a visit
Chop-chop, yep, you just got evicted
Leave your family homeless without a pot to piss in
Turn your whole block to a lot and start a business
You feel that, everyone? Awkward, isn't it
Closet racist white people acting all offended
Now, obviously, I'm kidding, but if we swap positions
And he called me a cracker or something, it'd be fine, what a walking contradiction
Yo, I ain't racist, nah, but my shank is
Because the blade tip's brown from all the dried-up blood that it's stained with
You said our fear in others increases the darker the shade is
Hell no, speak for yourself, bro
But you're yellow, that's why you're afraid, b**h
f** race, I discriminate all
Get hit in the jaw, your chin'll just fall like a ventriloquist doll
I'll leave a hole where your face is like you getting a ma**age
And turn you into the next Prince like kissing a frog
And if that don't finish the job, and somehow you survive it, I'm back at you
Shooting through the side of your Uber drive
I don't care if you're scuba divin'
I'll toss a bomb and it nuke the island
If you're flying, first episode; I'll shoot the pilot
Plain and simple, field goal-kick your mama Donna like Ray Finkle
Laces out, like they got me in state pen clothes, mental case
Tell Donna, spread those legs
And blow inside her like a Nintendo game that just won't play
I'm Pat Stay
Crazy, isn't it?
Y'all ain't ever seen that before like a baby pigeon
You a b**h like pregnant women
I'm about to end this lame's existence, my whole- wait a minute
Let's celebrate some of your greatest writtens
You said to Surf, "I'm like the chicken pox; you touch me, you're gonna get it"
At that point, I said to myself, "f**... I'm finished"
I got the scoop, because I'm a lyrical shovel, can you dig it?
Watched your Okwerdz battle and said, "Stop, hold up"
You said, "you're like creamy peanut bu*ter, because you ain't got no nuts"
That was his third round ender, too
Nigel, what in the f**?
All peanut bu*ter is literally made with nothing but nuts
It's called peanut bu*ter... It's peanut bu*ter
And I knew you seemed a bit self-conscious, but I'm certain now
Because you said to Budden, "Yo, you probably talk to a girl like, 'I like your skirt and gown'"
The f**'s wrong with that? It just irks me how
It's like a weakness being a genuine person now
Then he said this how he be, "Ay, turn around, look at you turning down"
You think any decent woman would answer to that? You're a clown
That's some young boy scrub sh**, you're in your thirties now
Bro, I see right through that defensive pride and nervous smile
"Yo, Pat ain't seen his girl in a year
Psh, probably miss that b**h
I bet when he see her, he'll probably kiss that b**h
He'll probably hug that b**h, he'll probably rub that b**h
Matter of fact, tuh... you probably f**ing love that b**h!"
They say if you don't treat your lady right, somebody will
So your boy had to come for the k**
Check it, I said, damn, them stilettos are ill
I never met her, but still
I got brains from her, head over heels
The girl had my heart thumping like ephedrine pills
I have died through the head, like Cruella De Vil
Compliments all day, whee-whoo, Slim Jesus
Confidence through the roof, had the b**h just leaking, all game, son
Tapping it on the low like a ba** drum
Nutting inside of her, that's where Hollow stole the name from
But f** that, I'ma ruin these so-called street rappers
Half of Mobb Deep's rappers, I wreak havoc
I'll slash them, leave them in stitches and heat laughin'
Deep gashes, you'll see patches like Team Captain's jackets
I be snappin'
Complete blackness, all I see's fire, but I'll just keep clappin'
But I don't even need that, I'll Zangief-slap him
The flinch make him lean back like he's relapsin'
He got to know my hands so well if you read my palm, he said
Slapped him so hard, I became a believer, because my palm was red
[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
I see you wrote some funny sh** in your diary about me
A lot of nonsense
I'm not a humanoid, I'm a standard copy Anunnaki
Let me take you through my writing process
I said, schemes
Y'all put a pawn to come play the best
He can have a good night, it's still an L he's going to take, then check
You want the king or queen? Wait, this ain't a scheme about playing chess
It was made for beds, good night, king and queen, you get laid to rest
Nameflips, I'm not here to talk about Organik
I ain't call Watson
Still wish d**h for you, this time, Charles Bronson
Mixed with Bernard Hopkins
Handle whites, my Miami Vice, Don Johnson
You look like you're ready to throw in the towel, John Thompson
URL's the NBA, and you ain't even John Stockton
You just on the sideline talking about the league, you Bob Costas
Future, wait, I'm in the future, I already seen that
Boop-boop, let me pull up my screen app for some feedback
I'm so ahead of my time, places people to tell me meet at, I already be at
I'm so ahead of my time, I already did this recap for this rematch
I got shoes that tie themselves
I got a car that drive itself
Then it hit me, I woke up in a dark room all by myself
Like, why I'm trying to switch the angle
The crowd here, y'all cheer
I'ma let y'all pick the angle
Should I talk about Drake diss or the gay sh**?
Drake diss? Okay, Drake diss, gay sh**, either way, it's the same sh**
You dissed Drake for buying a b**h a purse, my n***a
Did you want a purse?
Aw, Patty-watty, tell us how it hurts
Then he tried to clean it up after he ain't get that extra 10k in his hand
He was ike, "I'm still a Drizzy fan
He's a busy man
He'll hit me when he can"
Really, fam?
You think Drake at King of Diamonds like, "b**h, get off me, I can't get this dance
You know what I'm going through? I owe Pat Stay hella bands"
He meet with Lil Wayne, "Sit down, this the plan, I'm in a jam
Push back Carter 5, it don't matter how many chipped and scanned
That n***a big advanced, I just sold a lead album and Timbaland"
Really, fam?
So Drake's your day one? He was supposed to been loyal?
You was trying to eat from what was left over, and he didn't have that ten for you?
To you, that probably wasn't real sh**
But what's real is I just cut the rest of my third round, since you said I was in prison
I got a rebu*tal, y'all gotta feel this
The type of sh** I don't be mentioning, when I was in imprisonment
I used to help my cellmate write his letters for his family, he illiterate
I only charged him a lunch tray, because the n***a indigent
The judge hit the n***a with a dub, and he innocent
To you, that's probably the realest sh**
But to me, that's a tragedy
Something you would love to rap about, but something I hate that I had to see
I only did a couple years, [?] spent so much time in a box
Germs forgot how to spin time on the clock
And when I sat back and thought about it, and why, I was shocked
It was a set-up system, when CEOs met with prison
Pushed gangster rapper, reflect the image
Because extra victims meant extra business
But why would they do that? Because they got first dibs on the stock to invest up in it
Within 24 months, that was several digits
It went from Kid 'n Play, House Party, special kickin'
To "think I'm kiddin'? Play, everybody in this house party I'm pistol whippin'"
Think about it, nobody slipped the disc in to Luther when they was pistol whippin'
It was n***as with an attitude ready to die, because it was written
Around the time when my favorite rapper went from negative positive
It was still a negative in his positive
Because if B.I.G. never rapped, he'd be here to see C.J. and T'yanna live
But now, 20 years later, we got a dude talking about, "I'm real"
You real? That's why I switched the mood to an interview
I need you to define real
Uhm, Mr. Stay, uhm, could you define "real"?
[Pat Stay]
Yellow!
[Hollow Da Don]
Oh, you're trying to be funny, you're lying still
Please, please, Mr. Stay
Mr. Stay, we need you to define real
No? Okay, I got another question before we all go
Tell me, how does it feel being the first battle rapper that got 4-0'd?
He doesn't want to talk, okay, one more
Maybe if I wasn't so tall, you could've told short jokes
Maybe if I wasn't so light, you could've told dark jokes
Maybe if I was fat, you could've told fart jokes
But we all know, it's bars over jokes
Fraud n***a, all blickers, after this
It'll be the next body to pop up in the Charles River
[Round 3: Pat Stay]
He wants me to speak that real sh**, so we'll do it, alright?
Real sh**, I know this probably hurts for you to hear
But you're my brother, we go back longer than the shirts we used to wear
You know, them one size fits all?
Mankind, and giants, rams, lions? Hands, pants findin'
We've been in this sh** a long damn time
You can't lie, we probably got more in common than dudes in your main clique
We both fought for the spot and went through all the same sh**
We both started from the bottom, like- heh, how ironic
Because we both gave cla**ics and never got paid sh**
Bro, I had so much respect for you as a man versus Budden
How you held us down, made us proud to actually stand for something
We all felt that pain for you, you hate them dudes, we hate them, too
The way they screwed you out the pay-per-view
Getting paid off what we paid, and they paid no dues?
f** that
Talking about getting exploited by bigger companies
Lux demanding 40 G's, it's becoming a diva show
But f** it, it's "loyalty over money," right? Funny
Because look at you now, Nigel
I'm the old Hollow, and you're Joe
That England event was more so your show
I mean, you set up the battles, you set up the main event
Promised the promoters they'd make money, now they in debt
Manipulated them, don't give a f** if they make a cent
Won't break a sweat if they don't have a pillow to lay their head
He'll act like your greatest friend, then after the main event
Them hollow promises Hollow promises will take effect
When you pay him all of his money, you can't even pay your rent
And you don't hear this bloods**ing piece of sh**'s name again
Bro, that "Sike, I Lied" sh** you did against Clips was a funny prop at first
Until I saw you were actually selling them and making money off the shirts
Catchphrase, bar, or verse, regardless, it's Charlie's, not yours
The nerve of you profiting off his long-earned, hard work
Trying to blackmail me for ten percent of the money Drake owes me
And I won't even get into that for your sake, homie
But bro, we're your peers, we're all we have in this business
You are the exact definition of everything you used to stand up against, man, listen
Your price is outrageous, too
You demand a cut from the pay-per-view
Which essentially means we're also paying you
The leagues return profits in no way obtainable
All off an event that you don't have to pay into
But that ain't enough, so rip off your own neighbors, too
Exploit everyone for the work of which nothing came from you
I'm f**ing ashamed of you
You've become what you hated, dude
I guess that's Hollow's mystique, the dude you face is who you change into
Look, he mad right now
Probably mad I wrote this, right?
It was a last-minute decision, Pac's d**h, it happened overnight
Because I know your type, you're snake-eyed, so I wasn't going to roll the dice
What's "loyalty over money" if your loyalty's overpriced?
See, I didn't want to get personal with you, but you made it a personal issue
So I just had to just show you a reflection of what you've turned yourself into
But since your mirror's become a window, we see right through you inside-out
He can't even look in the mirror now
Won't even have one in his house
Been sleeping on Bishop's couch
And I didn't have to dig up dirt like you, neither
But since you lost your roots, my hate for you grew deeper
How you want it? Acapella, on beat? We can do either
We can spit on wax like a shoe cleaner
f** it, you want a war? I don't need a crew like you, neither
Leave your new T-shirt red all over like a proofreader
It's over, dog, he knows it's true
You can tell by his eyes
But he'll deny it later, just defending his pride
What's new, Hollow? I hope you learned a lesson this time
So you can live up to your name, feeling empty inside