Don't Flop - John John Da Don vs Pat Stay lyrics

[Round 1: Pat Stay] John John Da Don What's your puppies name? Jean Claude The Dog? Pat Stay, I tell these cats straight, you got the most mix matched face Chipmunk cheeks, monkey ears and a bat face Hate his guts, be like, "Look at that?" Bang Neck chop, head drop, lady had a bad day You think cause I'm from Canada we don't clap thangs Man, my chick bust shells like a hatched egg Just cause we in Atlanta, don't try to Brave I kick up dust like Chipper Jones in his last game Man, I don't like your whole energy Get too close next to me Hennessy, popped at his head like an old memory No thought, robot, battery sold separately Now he got his Head I.C.E. , I Control Everything Look, I'm old school like tear aways The beef ain't done but I see blood like a rare steak, let it marinate Ignorant, I see a bum sleeping, jack his spare change And step on his head like a high top stair fade b**h, I'm the wrong one Yo, he ain't strapped, if he lifts his shirt, his gla**es fogged up Black on black crime, yo look in the brown eyes of this shotgun I wish this brother would/wood I'd turn his a** into saw dust Aww shucks, aww shucks, aww snap, the god's back All black, smoke shades, gold chain with the claw clasp [?] ball cap with some contrast, all that Fox on my nuts like a review of my ba**sack Aww snap Y'all done brought back the wrong Pat That raw rap, punches through the roof like Mortal Kombat Watch me outdo you If John scraps, as soon as I see John hand co*k (Hanco*k) that's the sign to give him all caps Aww snap Let me take these frames off James Bond, 007, let's get this game on You see me look at my watch, I'm not checking the time Cross enemy lines then boom this proximity's mine Till your face gets split out wide I'll drop Johnny On The Spot if we take this sh** outside Oh I know a couple grimy landscapers looking for work So if John dare (Deere) test me they'll peel the sawed (sod) off and put in the dirt But what are you gonna say to me? Make me look like a racist or try to steal the crowd away from me Yeah? I knew it! That's what I thought, that's what you gotta do Exaggerate all the struggles of pain in your life That I could never understand or can't relate cause I'm white Like, "Yeah white boy, what you know about being poor And all you got to eat is gun?" Listen here f**ing freckle face Arthur The Aardvark looking s**er Big a** nerdy f**ing bifocals, s** a dick f**ing b**h You ain't got these folks fooled, you white as snow dude His idea of soul food is tofu And don't even try that gangsta sh** with me It's not you dude, Honey Boo Boo in FUBU it doesn't suit you 260 pounds hard body, f** a deuce deuce I could probably pick up a bullet and chuck it right f**ing through you Dawg, this a one round body like Bruce Bruce I said, John John Da Don Bet that story is so interesting Must've patented that name instantly I remember vividly how sad I was when I seen that "Pat Pat The Don" is copy written, jeesh Now go ahead and spit your garbage, start screaming cause that's all you do Wrote this sh** in 24 hours and still bodied you What's up?! [Round 1: John John Da Don] Now I knew me taking a race angle may be predictable But what else am I supposed to talk about with these f**ed up conditions that we living through? It's in the news, cops k**ing black people like it's the thing to do But when the white boys shoots up a black church, the same cops gon' bring him food You've seen it too Don't be looking like, "I'm Canadian eh, what you want me to do?" Well since you here, make it clear you don't condone the sh** your people do Now let me guess, you're from another country right? I got the wrong guy? Well I hate to break it to you white boy, but you came to the wrong place at the wrong time We just lost an ATL legend, you don't gotta know...they know But since I can't speak to the dead, ring on his head, that's my way of saying hello (halo) I have shottas on the east, but they say he's from the west side Well goddamn- Hold on, set it off, like Stoney and watch every b**h in your crew die Cause we pulled up with cans for you bums, now that's a food drive I call a goon squad, tell 'em to sweep the whole room, that's a boom job Better yet, put something in his b**h chest, make it a b**b job I know, I know, gun bars can be redundant But I find it funny, I'm the gun king n***a I'm a king that got a line of guns I'm sorry Rone You sorry we can set that up after this But for now it Pat turn, nity (paternity) test I show you who your daddy is Just so you know I bet somebody half my pay And from the looks of things I should be getting some extra cash today Ain't you Irish? No? I was hoping some kind of luck get pa**ed your way But it's me that's seeing the green everywhere, this ain't Patrick's Day But that's okay, cause you just stepped in my backyard, I'm comfortable I don't even gotta try to act hard, but don't try that card And say we bias like don't nobody rap with them Cause I'ma let a .44 go behind him, now he got a cult (Colt) following You got your fans fooled, you not a star you just a ga**ed b**h So if you win you got them swayed see I know your tactics No reactions? Don't worry, it's a good thing, y'all ain't catch it I said, "Star, you went Swayze" that let's me know y'all ain't falling for none of Pat's tricks (Patrick) Gla**es, which one of you shiny motherf**ers said that sh**? My last sh**? Was a dog walk in the park, y'all see me bag sh** And you just lost to Serius Jones, the guy who Matt hit And it was caught on TV so he may judge your honor if I show Math this (Mathis) I'm active 50 different cities, 30 different leagues That chain made you the King Of The Dot slave, you ain't get to leave He said watching DNA and Charlie Clips go off the top is his biggest peeve That's how I know you racist, cause you just hate seeing n***as free I get it G's, you looking like you wanna say, "n***a please" To say what you think we say as if you fitting in ease But now that you been exposed for all your bullsh** n***a schemes I feel these people hate you more than Meek for what he did to Beans Hollow, Calicoe, even Serius got him But a hollow from this Calico will give you serious problems So don't be surprised if he lose cause he never win Funny how that compliment battle did vers' Rone was the nicest you ever been You really did a compliment battle? What in the holy f** So you had to come up with clever sh** to make your opponent blush? One minute you the s**a Free Boss all swoll' and tough Next minute you calling another man handsome more than Loaded Luxx We know what's up Cause you already dead it's just a time relapse My mind went black and all you heard was bllllllllllllah!, like a Desiigner track Ten shots, one in the stomach, guess where the other nine was at? Pat head like a b**h with a weave she ain't trying to [?] Be honest Pat, you feel out of place in this stage don't you? You'll call the cops if I punch you in your face, won't you? So save all that bully sh** the birds I'll f** you up with these gla**es on call it Revenge Of The Nerds This n***as a herb and there's no way he could fight Could give a f** how tall he is I'm still taking him light But please don't say "The John" if you ain't saying it twice Cause if you don't add "Da Don" you ain't saying it right