King of the Dot - Hollohan Vs Pat Stay lyrics

[Round 1: Pat Stay] Now since he dissed me y'all been asking What's the story with me and Jeff Well he told me he was sorry for what he said and he'd make a blog and clear it up but he didn't record it so we ain't friends Now if he followed my instructions He probably woulda won against Thesaurus but see instead He let all that glory get to his and forgot about morals, loyalty and respect Hey, y'all remember this sh**? Remember this? "Yo look at yourself you're a f**ing wreck Man you must have some pathetic s** Drenched in sweat, hand against his chest Trying to catch his breath like 'just a sec'" - right? Coughing and b**hing Trying to follow the rhythm in the most awkward positions Constantly getting that crampity leg trying to walk it off limping Stopping and popping his hip in, going soft every minute See that's how that line was supposed to sound Before Hollohan bit it! Am I lying? And you say you write my sh**? Yeah right I can't even show my raps to Jeff sh** I be telling him one of my new lines and He'd be like "hold up let me grab a pen" Puts his own little twist to it Somehow incorporates crack and meth, adds Tourettes A teaspoon of steroids, a thousands reps ? d**h Always growling and yelling sh** like are we rapping or wrestling? He screams loud cause deep down he's sad and affectionate The same pa**ive aggressiveness he battles depression with He raps like that to distract the fact he's fragile and sensitive Pumping adrenaline yelling on that aggressive and hype tip Rapping about smoking crack, shooting Heroin and railing that white sh** You sniff coke through the pen that you write with So your lines are just a story on how pathetic your life is See Jeff's the most insecure little girl in the world I've known him since he was like 12 Don't believe what he tells He just wants you to think he's crazy and evil as hell He's been a liar his whole life, he'd never fight All he'd ever do is scream and just yell It's crazy, history has a strange way of repeating itself [Round 1: Hollohan] Pat! Pat! Yo! You say that history repeating itself, let me show you how I shine You just proved you can't get through a verse without using one of my lines See, I'm a legend back for street sh** You for making people laugh so I got presidency If I stuck around, no one would've given a f** about you in the Elements League You my little brother, so just destroy you, I didn't bother It's weird how you're my Mini Me but you're 5 inches taller You straight shook Animated comedian like Dan Cook I just seen on Facebook that you're in a relationship, with Facebook See in raps and real life you always say sh** like "Does that hurt your feelings? I don't care" , like Pat rides from the hood But it's weird, it really reminds me of those vids on the web with that black guy in the woods So when you base your whole life persona, off of some Youtube video Now tell me Pat, is that unforgivable? And since you tall you're whole life, people always coming with the questions "How's the weather up there?" Take a look, f**ing ugly and depressing Your boss at the convenience store tells you not to talk about rap there You get caught he runs from the back like "Pat, what did my a** hear? s**er free what?" *sigh* , "Sorry Sir, s**er free cashier" And when you say you west coast set dippin' Well that's something that you not The only west coast Pat ever listened to was 'Dear Mama' by 2pac So even as a crack fiend, Patty You always was a drag queen, Patty See, I'm trying to understand that for a woman it ain't easy trying to be a man Yo, yo. You used to be my wingman Help me with the p**y I'm grinding Told me I'm a dope rapper and even pushed me with rhyming I guess it's true what they say With every great man there's a great woman behind him You can't f**ing fight you crazy frail You chuck a right and break a nail See, before you started tanning you was white for a while That little man on the crosswalk thought you were biting his style, wow You such a wigger you go to bed with a suit and cane Xbox live username 'Gucci Mane' Yo, you a crying complaining little b**h, while I show no emotion Now you can bring some pride back home to the Nova Scotians Since you finally arose to the challenge and faced a dope opponent Patrick [Round 2: Pat Stay] Straight up, Thesaurus is right And I swear on my life this is true And it's time you people should know this He had "White Pride Worldwide" tattooed on his back with the Iron Eagle below it But when you meet him for the first time you probably just think he's a nice guy Till you go to give him a hi-5 and he's like "Wooo, White Pride" And when he raps about beating women he means it literally He used to send his girl home with her mouth split every week Putting makeup on her bruises and making up excuses for them cause if she didn't he was giving her heat! Too scared to tell anyone But she'd always be hinting at it subliminally I'd be like damn what happened to your eye? She'd say "pff, beats the sh** outta me" Hello? Yo he mad right now Look, he's mad right now One of your girls about to get stabbed right now He wants to drop an N bomb sooooo bad right now You better start screaming that a** off loud and, act all wild Cause other than that you're just a f**ing meathead that has no style See my style's magnificent, swag dripping, I'm way too smooth y'all The white Snoop Dogg, I can moonwalk with steel toe boots on Test this, I [don't] give a f** which hand he's best with I'm ambidextrous, slick with the left and the right If this man's infectious, I'm an antiseptic And how you gonna call yourself God sh** if he got nailed to a cross he'd f**ing Rip it off, light it on fire and stick it in a black guy's front lawn Hey wait, wait, wait Picture him, picture him Like picture him running up the stairway to Heaven like Rocky Taking his 'roid shots Then a couple, couple of brothers roll up to Heaven's gates and he's like, *sound of shotgun being co*ked* , "You boy's lost?" Man, he'd have the whole spot locked down Yo, man he'd have the whole spot locked down Just a gang of Vikings and white men If you're caught rocking a sag or talking in slang he'll strike you with lightning Then I stroll through like "What's up s**a?" You wanna fight man? It's on I'm the motherf**ing truth I'll put my right hand to God You want a minute and 30 second rounds? f** it You're digging your own grave you can give him a whole day Unlimited minutes I'm in it to win it I don't play I'm Pat Stay, so s**a free it's disgusting You can't f** with me, I've been in this b**h If it wasn't for me you'd be nothing [Round 2: Hollohan] Yo. You were the real racist in our crew And tried to hide it just cause you have a black barber If the brothers really knew how you felt back home they'd dump you in the Halifax harbour And you say you beating me in a fight? Pat you wouldn't have the slightest chance We can all tell that you can't fight from the way you hold your elbows out in the magazine cover's fighting stance So in the past, you'd see Jeff masked, violent robberies You wouldn't even trespa** on private property If I was a compulsive lier, I'd say you'd be successful in life But you'll always be a joke, like a reflection of the contents that you write So I'll wait to your grown, married with kids Show up at the stage? that you live, appear in your crib High off a Heroin binge and drink every beer in your fridge Come on Pat, don't act like you better man We both smoked crack from them same old Pepsi cans That, that b**h Devon Stone used to live with me He moved out and was in with you the next Tuesday Proving you don't only use my leftover rhymes, you use my leftover roommates So I'll come to your new living room sh** on the floor like I wasn't toilet trained Start screaming at the f**ing top of my lungs till my voice is strained Throw the largest pot in your apartment and just destroy the place Till every f**ing neighbour in the building files a noise complaint See, we been hanging steady since grade 3 Bruised elbows and scraped knees My fam' was eating Filet Mignon Grey Poupon You was baked beans and KD The days we blazed weed, take E and break B sh** Pat wasn't even in his first fight till he wa... Well, Pat's just never been in a fight See, cause when you that big People just a**ume that you tough Unless you getting Pat to s**er someone then he's useless as f** The only time I seen you toss a punch Was once when you were sloppy drunk You got worked by a guy who was 5'5'' I almost f**ing lost my lunch Real life, that guy's name was Matt Molmer He stretched Patty Stay out like a motherf**ing Ab Roller And you say it's the west coast you ride So how could you be east coast and show Scotian pride I know you lie so I'll stick needles in both your eyes Stab you in the chest with a crucifix Pat I will cross your heart and hope you die Yo, you could Chuck on a beat, stuck on repeat for a couple of weeks You try to kick it with Jeff and just keep scuffing your feet Why won't you smile more Pat, it looks like someone f**ed with your teeth You;d figure you'd go to the dentist more often cause there s**ers are free [Round 3: Pat Stay] f** it History lesson 2006 The Elements League started in Scotia, the owner was a coward and quit D-rect came across my battles on Youtube cause I was the only one pushing thousands of hits After a while of being a fan he decided to give it a whirl And that created the largest battle company in the world Then Organik started King of the Dot Inspired from Grind Time, inspired from the Elements League Which technically means this entire movement was inspired directly from me So don't you dare say that you write for and I've been copying your sh** Cause I'm the motherf**ing sole reason Hollohan exists You know that's true Yeah I'm the one that paved the way for you, I've been around since it started from scratch I'm the one that had Hollhan's back regardless of the tatt' on Hollohan's back I'm the one that brought you to the studio for your first time and let you hop on a track sh**, I'm the motherf**ing sole reason you even started to rap! But I will give props to you, you are nice with the pen He draws perfect Swastikas For real Pica**o ain't got sh** on Holocaust, or, Hollohan Wait, yo It's actually insane how he captures his paintings Eyes closed, laughing like crazy Having a day dream of African slavery and the disaster in Haiti Alright now real talk, he was a skin head And did have a white pride tatt' but he's too much of a punk to admit this sh** A skin head rapper, who tans to look darker You f**ing hypocrite! And you're not from the Darkside , you're from Montebello An all white little quiet place The streets have signs that say "Black guys, a Thousand miles away" And he didn't ? from the cops he got f**ed up and robbed and split cause he owes money He almost got charged with Possession but he blamed the dope on his own buddy Scared of the pen' so he bailed on his friend like a punk Why'd you frame him like that? You never had a problem with stealing rhymes you should've taken the rap So this is for Mitchell who is ordered probation For your friends who you've who*ed and betrayed them For the innocent girls that you raped and the genitals warts that you gave them You are not a man of honor nor of any higher power You're a pathetic, low life piece of sh**, back stabbing, f**ing coward [Round 3: Hollohan] You a f**ing rat! You a f**ing rat for that last verse! Knowing you'd force me so I'd flip it Clearly you are into dry snitching as much as Bartone loves fly fishing or Caliente loves friend chicken, boom See there's a lot of sh** you don't want me to say that's unfortunate though Pat wanted to stop me from crossing the line like the Boarder Patrol People don't know what happened in the past I've been holding this inside for a long time and it's been destroying me Where the f** were you that night in '05 when I got jumped and robbed when all my real boys with me? You f**ing duc- you f**ing ducked my calls for the next six months, you just avoided me See I retaliated Pat, you f**ed up the loyalty You, you project your hate onto others only trying to help your self esteem You didn't move out of your mothers till you were twenty three And you wore Exco jeans every single day till you were seventeen I know that we been homies since you and I were second graders But in my mind my friends are strangers I've been cold since birth like my mother's time she spent in labour was in a cryogenic chamber I don't write all your sh** I exaggerated and you said it that that's gay But I do help you a lot So to the level you're at, I at least sent you to half way If you wanna know the rhymes I did write You can find them on Youtube, video entitled 'The Best of Pat Stay' You've come to me for everything on your search for perfect structure You're worthless and deserve to suffer The only thing you have in common with a boss is that you take credit for the work of others And in your last battle you had a line that was dope that you wrote Proving that you too are clever But even Patty I know that I could do it better I enter your home, your older brothers be the first to my slaughter f** your little sister she says it hurts but she wanna Have her submerged in Piranhas , murder your momma then put your little furry Chihuahua in a Hurricanrana And if your granny want it too then HADOUKEN! Yo, on some personal sh** When I was eighteen I almost died I had a blood clot, in I.C.U walking around attached to an I.V rocking a hospital gown When my real friends visited me you were not to be found So I'll return the favour by not showing up when you die and then put you in a box in the ground Patty And in the last battle, you said we shared a hit list Oh no, no, no My brain is tapped like a gold mine or a phone line You thought we shared a hit list but you were on mine the whole time