King of the Dot - Pat Stay vs MarvWon lyrics

[Round 1: MarvWon] What up p**y? Me and you got a whole lot to talk about So which Pat is showing up? Boy I hope it's the one with a whole lot of mouth Cause if it is, security ain't gonna have a chance to walk you out But to prove I'm smarter than I look I'ma use the Art of War to chalk you out Everybody, I turned 30 this year My name: Marvin O'Neil I've been rapping 10 plus, I blew two major deals I never knew my father I was raised by my mother Oldest of three boys I got two little brothers One is 21 and he's always on some slick sh** My other little brother is 16 and autistic That means, his mind works a little slower but his heart's all pure So half of every dollar I make goes to finding a cure Real sh** Pat I rap to give him a new life If anybody jeopardizes that I am willing to do life So don't get flagged for some foul sh** you say tonight Cause I will put you in the stars for trying to earn new stripes I stopped caring two battles ago sh** got especially messy I wasn't on my A game, so I apologize to Ness Lee and Pesci Cause I was uninspired, but now I'm unretired To get y'all top man k**ed, gra**y knoll, gunman fire The sh** he spit, makes him sound like the prick Who ditched chicks but we never see the b**h He a f**ing liar I put heat to his moist a**, I'm a f**ing dryer You can't trump me, boss of all bosses, you f**ing fired You ole' fake a** n***a I feel like Big Sean how you stole my flow you Drake a** n***a So that's why I'm in your town, faded off the Brown; Nino We wish you'd quit crying in your blogs; emo He said he moonwalk in steel toe What he ce-meant b**hes had him sleeping with the fishes; Nemo You say white guys are the best shooters? You gotta prove that lingo When I put a 47 on your back; Kirilenko I wasn't even gonna take this battle, the money wasn't adding up I ain't wanna beat a dead horse You said you felt bad enough But then the battle dropped and that ratchet stuff you backed it up So that's why I'm here to put an end to this fake f*ggot f** Get outta here man [Round 1: Pat Stay] The best shooters, are the white guys You're just mad you can't even dunk Psst, your b**h calls me "White Chocolate" and swallows my macadamia nut What you know about basketball anyways, you're too fat you can't even run By the time you put the ball around your back the game will be done Look, no more Mr. Nice Guy f** this battling business, I'm sick of the sh** Battle rappers are a bunch of f*ggots and b**hes Y'all mistaking my kindness for weakness The sleeping giant is peeking the beast inside of me Is finally free it's been tied to a leash now it's time to release See, I've tried to be on some professional sh** But y'all be on that wrestling tip So next one to get disrespectful outside of a battle gets smashed in the head with a brick Drunk or sober it's f**ing over, I'm chucking boulders Straight up, I come from 'Scotia You either walk past me tough and bump my shoulder I'll cut your throat slower than a Russian soldier Now I didn't wanna get personal with you but you made this a personal issue So don't be surprised if during the middle of one of your verses I hit you Since that bouncer murdered your friend Proof I can't imagine the hurt that you've been through But you both took shots at Bender So the hearse he was in will perfectly fit you His pops did leave when he was 16 That ain't funny at all is it? And he does got a brother who's autistic I hope that f**ing retard gets it I'll roll up on him like, "What's up with the gang signs? What crew is you with?" Grab his little mental face and smack the f**ing drool off his lips Spit going everywhere, rip open his teddy bear Whip him over the head then kick his mental chair down a set of stairs Who f**ing cares? No wonder your father left who'd wanna spend on a fat piece of sh** like you You mad right now I dare you to throw a jab right now My squad's deadly they already wanna spaz right now I'm rock steady, this pot belly'd, sweaty, slob is not ready You throw a punch that's slow as f**, I go and duck you drop heavy He's sad right now Heart pumping so fast right now He just wants to make his dead homie proud right now Your boy Proof is looking down through the clouds right now Wanting to smack you like the dad you never had right now Real talk...rest in peace to Proof I ain't disrespecting a man who's defenseless that's something he would do See I knew that sh** about Proof was taking sh** too far That was me just showing Proof of what a b**h you are [Round 2: MarvWon] What up p**y? Me and you got a couple things to straighten out I show love to every one of my b**hes, so b**h what the hate about? Pat's problem is not him holding his liquor It's black American battle rappers hoeing this n***a So all that fight live sh**, I found out it's all rap I saw with all four of my eyes, so my words is all fact Cause when me and Pes' was dancing, the n***a was "rah rah" and all that 'Til I walked up on him, then he decided to fall back C'mon Pat you had reach, you should've dropped my a** or something That'd been a good look You would've been King Of The Dot's Math or something I've stalled you out once, if you jump stupid again I'ma play But he don't want beef, no he peaceful, Pat namaste And me sonning Pat like this is not a diss So let me break down why I'm one of the main reasons that Pat Stay exist See my career is much more than a win or a loss Cause when people say my name they mention me as a boss And it's not cause of the striking resemblance to Ricky Ross It's cause I helped build the bridge you using to get across I was one of the first that made it cool to have humor and bars So any success you ever see, just know you doing Marv' Because of Proof, I'm a monster With some truth and some honor You part time, I run the Darkside, Luke, I'm your father And before you made that f**ed up decision, we could've ran it together But now everything you've ever done, I'ma do better So I'll kick your front door down Your mom like, "Who's breaking in?" I'll pistol whip your grandfather, gun bu*t, break his chin Drown your baby sister in the water she's bathing in And put your little poodle that's shaven, into a rude awakening And if your granny wanna step up? I'll let her live to tell the story On how I did your family dirty, every detail was gory I just spelled it out Pat, you corny You overrated, you bore me I just put 2 + 2 together, b**h you've got nothing for/four me [Round 2: Pat Stay] Look, you're right In our little beef after looking at the tape you'd think he put me in my place But a minute and thirty seconds of that footage got erased See, I got kicked out, said, "Come outside." But they edited that cause he cried and complained And if that ain't the truth then Corey Charron lied to my face But that night a lot of feelings got hurt Got a hundred e-mails from fans that I apparently disrespected and treated like dirt Like, "You're a bully. You're supposed to be a role model. You're just a mean little jerk." I'm a f**ing battle rapper, we're the rudest f**ing people on Earth Y'all seen me, I was drunk and obnoxious Stumbling, mumbling nonsense Making faces behind Organik back, ducking and dodging If I would've swung like a man you would've punched me unconscious But he knew if he missed it was over cause he'd be f**ing exhausted You old fat b**h Marv' I'd ruin you in a fight You're 43 years old Marvin, the f** are you doing with your life? I mean c'mon Marvin, ya old plumber Who the f** let Starvin' Marvin through? I'll rip that pack of hot dogs off the back of your neck and throw a barbecue You don't scare me ya old bag, you're like Larry Holmes age You got hairy gross legs with varicose veins I feel like dropping his old a** But his posture is so bad, he brings a whole new meaning to rocking a throwback Man, y'all should've heard this old fart last time he was here He told me he knew some tricks, I'm like, "Damn, where they at dawg?" He pulls a quarter out from behind my ear Like what an old f**ing goat He's like, "Okay, okay, one more joke." Grabs my face, I'm like, "Ayo don't touch me bro." He's like, "Nah, look. I got your nose." Yo and he thinks he some type of f**ing s** machine Comes out like he's Quagmire b**h, you got so many chins, you make Shawn Michael's leg tired Last event we was about to get on this b**h but I heard a rumor he caught the H.I.V I said, "You sure you don't have AIDS?" I said, "I'm positive." Yo but he hit it solo and when he went down on the b**h's c*nt She said she could actually feel him doing the alphabet with his tongue I talked to the girl He said when she was riding him her toes started to curl Of course it felt good she was sitting on top of the world You're ugly as sh**, dumb as a brick, 106 Your brother's a b**h And your gut is so big you got stretch marks from it So if Proof is in the pudding, you should check Marv's stomach [Round 3: MarvWon] What up p**y? You prolly like when I call you "p**y" and sh** See I'd have called you "a little b**h" but "p**y" got such a better fit It was so many things I could've called you Pat, face it I could've called you "the world's worst best friend" Or "Canada's premier undercover racist" See that sh** you said about Jeff in your raps about them tats on his back had me wondering How could you have possibly have known all that? I mean you made it sound like fact, like there is no inference Then I realized, best friends usually do have similar interests So the sh** that you say, it was all wack son When I know the apple don't fall too far from the tree That you secretly wanna hang the blacks from I found out Pat hate black people but not for reasons you'd a**ume It's not really a shocker, it won't surprise too many people in this room But if he had his way, there wouldn't be a darkie to be found Because then, Pat Stay, would be the coolest n***a in town He knew, if the world was lily white and there wasn't a darker spot Then he wouldn't remind us so much of homeboy from Barbershop And I can tell by all his gold nugget j**elry and his very low fade That if he never had 'em, Pat probably prayed that he could grow braids He the type when everybody white, he's like, "What's up my n***a?!" Until a real n***a come around then it's, "What's up my...ninja." All in his jumps drinking Colt 45 Pat, black people don't drink Colt 45 Look he's sad right now He gon' front like he can't get a cab right now He wishes he was black SOOOO BAD RIGHT NOW See I used to have love for you Pat, but you took it too far I'd tell you to be yourself but you obviously don't know who the f** you are You Clayton Bigsby a** n***a, disrespecting your own race Pat if your nose was on fire I wouldn't spit in your face No, yes I would, I take that back [Round 3: Pat Stay] I remember you trying to say Arsonal punked me Nah, I just couldn't be played for a fool I wasn't one of his little students he couldn't take me to school I wasn't tripping over that sh** at the end, that's what he wanted me to do So I turned my back and walked away like your father did to you And he's right, I did do a blog, it was a pretty deep apology Cause y'all had me feeling sorry for nothing and s**as was being salty Now it just makes me laugh like your brother's cerebral palsy And evil thoughts like beating off while he's convulsing f** him and Stephen Hawking No mercy Yeah, I'm a drunk, the liquor hurts me I'd pour so out for your dead homies but I'm thirsty I'm on some other sh** I hope when your father f**ing split he called your mom a "b**h" Raped you and s**ed your retarded brother's dick A freak show, my reach is like Dhalsim with a cheat code Inspector Gadget pimp slap, shattering your cheek bone I creep low then pounce like an animal in beast mode Bounce if you see me start growling and my teeth show I go nuts at Will like Uncle Phil Shoot your brother in the face and say he must've fell Get drunk as hell and tell Chuck Liddell to go f** himself Damn right I'm an alcoholic, what the f** did you think? Welcome to Canada you f**ing moron, everybody drinks Aside from that sh**, you're a has been You'll never get signed rapping You're the most annoying sh** to pop up on the net since LiveJasmine If your ride crashes on the ride back and you die I'll cry laughing If you fly back I'll pay Dizaster to hijack it and crash it like, "DIE f*gGOT!" Speaking of bombs, I got some sh** to get off of my chest Of course I'm bitter, they paid him twice what I got The hell y'all expect? I'll do what the f** I want Don't tell me to show respect on the set I have no controller like an X-Box Kinect I never wanted a title shot, the chain belongs to Sketch But everyone knows if I wanted that sh** I'd yank it off his neck And I don't have to lie [Sketch Menace] Battle me! Battle me! {Pat gets pissed off and starts yelling to Sketch Menace} [Pat Stay] f** it, that's my ending bar I say, who's Sketch Menace? Some f**ing dude Jeff's friends with But he knows he gets all his writtens cause he's a f**ing s**a so s** a dick Don't f**ing talk during my sh** I'll punch your head off