King of the Dot - Pat Stay vs Head ICE lyrics

[Round 1: Head ICE] I came here to break dinner with n***as I'm a wolf, I share the corpse when I finish a spitter They said "Pat Stay", I said "Pat's great" Find me on the couch in the house in where Pat stay Fix me a dinner, b**h, I want Pat's plate Waiting for your a** to come home so I could wax Stay She nervous, she telling me yo he cross-dress Ain't nothing 'bout him threatening at all Don't wanna hear that, where the beer at? Cause now he gotta step in the woods to get his dear back Rappers don't be talking my talk unless they air that So you say you walking that walk, to me it's airmax Tired of waiting so I shot her They'll tell you how many times at the doctor Pour your heart out your boxers Man up, I'll put you down like a boxer So you're slipping now you're caught, n***a Get your issue, you tried dissing a New York n***a You bra-strapped, come to that combat Pair of titties for ba**sack, I'll blow off your ballcap Hollohan'll get shot with you Armed criminal, lay them down with a cop issue I'm on your block with the rock movin' Telling n***as how we survive all those cop shootings He telling s**as he s**a free Then catch a tantrum and first thing he do is s** his teeth Your bars wack, f** if you like I sock brother then box cutter, f** up his height When you rap you sound my color, f** all the hype Till I look you into your eyes like we nothing alike So Pat here, pap smear n***as ain't checking for p**y that got dad's beards You the laughing stock Wouldn't respect you if you had a flag or you rapped like Pac Was all good till them buyers came in And that last laugh was that last blast and left that lobby painted Running through gra**, trash, gla**, giving stacks to cabs And get back where I be hangin' Me and my gun been through so much sh** together; potty training I said but wait, let me see that moonwalk If I was the Halifax hockey coach, I'll sick my goon on you Then tell him to moon on you ICE! [Round 1: Pat Stay] Since that sh** I said against Marv and The Saurus Y'all gave me a bad name They say I'm a shock value rapper now But they don't know the biography of Pat Stay See I have autistic family as well and my father's on his last legs My homie just got murdered too They popped him with his back swayed But I guess I'm the bad guy now So my opponents be on some hero sh** I'm already set up to lose so f** it I'll say what I want, I ain't scared of sh** You playing russian roulette with a gun to your head Watch the barrel spin Pat Stay, Bruce B's last bang through a collapsed vein Let the hero win See everyone went soft since then In the crowd looking like they just lost a friend Scared to react to my sh** So they stand there like a b**h and just nod their heads The Saurus didn't care 'bout them father lines Why the hell y'all upset? Autistic people see me in the streets And be like "rethpect dawg, rethpect!" I'm that Scotian lion, a cobra bitin' The East Coast giant, you can't stone Goliath Kobe Bryant in the quarterfinals with no one by him and he's on fire So bright you'd think my brain had ultraviolet bulbs inside it Somali pirate, get your f**ing boat off my island Bow on my side, I'd close one eye *fwwp*, you're floating beside it A storm is arising, the planet's formed an alignment You're in the eye of a hurricane twirling inside it Boom! You hit the ground at a vertical spiral Barbarian, I skin wolves and rock their fur for survival Yeah, give me that eye contact 'Fore I contact with your eyeball like an eye-contact Time bomb wrapped around you like python When my watch tap, your head explode, put some ice on that! Boom! [Round 2: Head ICE] Pat, you gon' do what outside the flat screen? Pat, you half a f*g and half a drag queen I smack both tonsils down your neck Use my soles, it'll look like Broncos hit your chest You ain't never catch a body, what you fronting for? Just looking like a body, keep that fronting on You probably feeling like you safe but I doubt that By time Organik say "Ice, chill!" I'm on my house jack Probably telling Loaded Lux I had to body something He was coming at my moms, I hit the Gotti bu*ton Bare hand k**s but look like shotties touched him How I'm supposed to let Pat live if my daddy wouldn't? We off that, your two carriers one pitcher and the lookout? I ball stack You looking like dinner with new silverware; fork that Feel your flow is fine wine, that's why you shake like a moscato bottle; cork that If y'all forget about the ransom money and they never get they boss back I put that on Devon Stone For every n***a you gave head and bone When every bullet fled the chrome There'll be nothing but empty Pepsi cans left From when you and Hollohan be getting stoned He mad right now He ready to take off both earrings and stop being a f*g right now You look like your dad right now I bet you'd still lose to Swave Sevah's pops in a flash right now Dumb sh** you say... I'm still a man behind those bars; the Mutulu way I would ask for more rounds But he'll get outcla**ed and pussed out; the Zab Juda way So somebody tell his hash brown that if he cla** clown He shouldn't play grounds around this school today And tell Peter, your punk brother He more than nuts for asking about me, he cum-colored ICE! [Round 2: Pat Stay] This is a d**h match, no submission Forrest Griffin vs. Otis Nixon - ICE Blast a motherf**er for a bucket of boneless chicken - spiced For that suicide sauce he'd go to prison - for life When waitressses bring him teriyaki, he k**s them - nice He's that old man in the hood who always got a f**ing story to tell Boring as hell, "yeah I used to drink 40s in jail I'm like a animal, I was actually born with a tail You think you got it bad, my beds are wooden board with nails" He says him and all the murderers had a mutual respect in jail They used to play musical electric chairs But to cross the border you can't have a scratch on your record So if all your stories are true, I gotta ask you a question If you's a felon, I like to know how you got yourself here Oh you must've jumped in one of your big a** guns And just f**ing shot yourself here I mean, it's just weird, he gets charged with a felon But his record is crystal clear It's like he slipped and dropped in quicksand; He fell and he disappeared Ice is the biggest snitch in the game If he gets caught the whole block gets arrested Not even stressin' They'll have the charges against him dropped in a second This man got caught with possession, a**ault with a weapon Shot a detective, Officer Jenkins Stomped him to d**h, chopped off his head Left his body in segments Walked in court, calm and collected, said "I taught him a lesson" The judge asked if he at least brought a defendant He said, "No, absolutely not your Honor, I meant it" In fact he didn't call him honor, he called him a f*ggot Judge caught him in bed with his wife And asked him if he wanted some breakfast They play WWF music in court When he walks through the entrance He bounces like The Rock when he steps in And does a Tatanka impression You ever turn your back on me homie I'll be knocking you senseless That'd be normal, he has been in prison He's just hopping in position And you say I smoked a rock? Yeah, I do know what that's like I'll cremate your body and put your ashes on my crack pipe [Round 3: Head ICE] You too soft to talk street sh**, but wanna he hard Sniff coke, crack jokes, and yell "I wanna be loved" Darkside, mark wide Knowing that you care being soft, the heart kind You can hear cap guns bust and you horse-fly So beef, if Pat's in one then more dies Bad enough, he ain't trigger bangin' So if you riding and you dying for all that sh** he sayin' Square-feet you dead meat in the situation I'm that bold, I'll Mac holler that sh** you paintin' Punk p**y, I should've spit with it Tell your b**h I said f** her, eat a dick with it And she cut like a man, you probably arm wrestle May the best man win, you two's an odd couple Hope you die with your hand on her dick And she die with her hand on your tits - that type of odd couple f** boy, your bu*t moist You wave your arm in the air to sound the truck noise You'd get chased in my hood, I put money on it Just for stepping in them Esco jeans With your spandex shirt like, "let's go eat" And some open toe slippers and them two earrings I'm bona fide, Pat, n***a I'm more than ride b**h I park and walk to a homicide, G'd up Them weed blunts Gon' have nothing left but your Timbs; tree stumps See now I got to groove on him Three piece type of swag with the shoes on him I'm Mike Jack in his past, Montana for the cash JC type of dance how I move on him Broke, but my house rich, so I put on a gun before a outfit Still listen to Pun and some of Styles sh** Before I run in the crib, no cat and mouse sh** Now pardon my bag, strut my shoulders Somebody tell the boss this what I does to dojas Pound of weed, he on the road to closure And I'm 'bout to f** a b**h out of Nova Scotia I put the head of my dick inside your Kool-Aid Cause you was p**y before your crew name ICE! [Round 3: Pat Stay] Your girl looks like Giant Gonzales Look at the size of his nostrils, I bet you're getting s**ed up there like the f**ing Magic School Bus And getting in this big fight with his tonsils Ain't no b**h making you home fries, dawg You'd be lucky to get fries from McDonalds You old trout, you know he's old as sh** He did that moonwalk you could see his a** wobble See you on som Atari sh**, my game's too advanced for y'all I banged his ex' box, now she can't keep her panties on Her friend wanted PS too so I slammed the broad I got that smooth game to control her and a log Show her that the man's the boss, hand across her face Like, "Um excuse me, is my sandwich lost?" Yeah yeah, your mom died, whatever b**h, the game is on Make her open my beer with her teeth till she breaks her jaw But wait, I love her home fries, I love her-love her home fries Look at him, starving as sh**, stomach grumbling the whole time I wanna know why, I wanna-wanna know why The hell you keep giving me these motherf**ing old guys Boss status, cause static that be cutting up your phone line You looking for a problem then you struck a f**ing gold mine Roll by slow, in a bucket got a four-five Clip to your neck like you bu*ton up a bow tie Oh you mad cause a white boy stylin' on you Take a swing on me, man I'll f**ing power bomb you Mess with me, you'd be the next Jimmy Wet willy you so hard I have a bent pinky A f**ing robot joints oil and I don't smoke pot Bullets flying out of my chest bigger than cold shots Load, co*k, aim, dome shot bang, brain goes pop If your watch is frozen you'll get cold clocked Oh dawg, I'm a damn beast, Zangief, slam me I'll even fight you hands free and feet Eyes closed with a blindfold so I can't see I'm from the motherf**ing dark side, a wolf don't scare me s**a free, your punches weak like Math Hoffa So act proper and get slumped like bad posture Spinal fracture, I'm your chiropractor, back doctor Straighten you out, laid on the ground like an Ab Rocker White boy and I strike like a black mamba Half monster, Sasquatch, stomp ya So go ahead, say you click that trigga You's a lying-a**, snitch-a**, b**h-a**... TIME!