Pat Stay - Arsonal vs Pat Stay lyrics

[Round 1: Arsonal] Pat Stay is a s**a free boss, but he'll be left dead If you ever let the cals (cows) fly Want beef? I'll eject lead Your favorite movie is How High but you neglect Red Cause Red smoke weed, this motherf**ers a Meth head In my city you wouldn't show face I wouldn't let you get a penny off the dollar at a slow pace I'm a gorilla but in yo' place, I'm just a n***a Your mother, I'll k** her (k**a) without Ghostface Now I'm slaying him, hooking, souffleing him I'ma show y'all ten ways to k** a Canadian First, feed him to the American people Two, dress him from head to toe in American Eagle Three, make him read the American Bible Four is simple, don't let him watch no American Idol Put you in a cell with an American f*g Make your Canadian b**h Carrie Weber s** 13 stripes off of my American flag Six and seven, just bury the guy co*k and let the Glock bust faster than Jimbo on American Pie Eight and nine they both definitely bad Pat, your past is no comparison to any of the rest of these f*gs Number ten, tell you I ain't done Then yell, "Hey son, you really got an African American dad." Now it's time to radio in, Canadian down location Nova Scotia, some small Canadian town Hostile posed a threat so I engaged on sight They like, "Other words you just k**ed Pat Stay, right?" Wrong Bishop, I just k**ed Pat Stay wife in front of Pat Pat ain't do sh** cause Pat can't fight But ooh, don't let me catch him slipping Have Pat in a bad position Shooters on the roof, the scope attach for the Mac's precision One blast, Pat in half, that was fast division Split him into two by accident, oops I'm a bad magician Abracadabra, I smack, tackle I clap, you're my gat packed in my knapsack I'm back packing my clapper Black gats will clap to you wack talentless cast But I'm past Pat on a fast track Raps travelling past ya Y'all remember Fight Klub when Hollow's eyes showed the fear I Scorpioned that n***a told his a**, "Get over here." Beat him up public, f** waiting til the coast is clear Chicken noodle soup on him and threw a lot of jokes in there That was in '09 2010 was my smoking year That bud got me wiser, no alcohol, beat yo' face with an open beer You copy, you capiche, you Canadian f*g I disrespect you and smoke the leaf off the Canadian flag Your time is up and you know it's over I brought a map of Canada put a hole where you from so I could f** Nova Scotia [Round 1: Pat Stay] Ha, Arsonal, Arsonal Ain't a damn man as dark as you You only beat Dizaster cause when them lights went out no one knew who the f** he was talking to Christ, he could bust off his piece like, "f** the police" Cause if it's dark out, Arsonal is up in a tree Cops won't find him for sh** Unless he crumples some leaves and they crack a funny as joke and he shows a couple of teeth Wait, wait, don't get it f**ed up, I'm just dissing his physical features This slithering, primitive creature is so thin he could swim in his t-shirt My girl goes to the beauty salon and asks for a pedicure Arsonal goes to the beauty salon and asks for "The Predator" He's a school bus driver! Like how could you take him seriously y'all? It's not a joke, that's his actual career, that's his job He prolly drove the school bus here with his dawgs singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall You ain't busting your tool b**h, you busing to school Screaming at little kids that keep f**ing with you and chucking up food Threatening to cancel the field trip, pulling over on the side of the road Like, "I can turn this bus around and we can just all go home." Wait, wait, just had to clown him right quick but let me put it down like this I'm Pat Stay, Canada's champ I'm down right slick Moonwalk on water with brick tied around my kicks I am the sh** Shake the world when I pound my fists f** Arsonal Da Rebel You dancing in the darkness with the Devil Mind power sharp enough sever, my heart's leather Make you step back like car alarm sensors You wouldn't spark metal if you were an arc welder And no matter what happens after this battle He'll act like he had it in the palm of his hand But he switched it to promo a minute ago cause if he lost he'd call it a scam You need to grow some motherf**ing balls and stop being scared Haul up your pants and learn to take a f**ing loss like a man You have no backbone, you sensitive sweet He got no criminal cases he does video statements in 1080P I mean, if he's able to cross the boarder he's obviously not what he's pretending to be Cause if Canadians let him in like radio editing his record is clean [Round 2: Arsonal] Like I told you on Twitter, I ain't the one for all the yelling in my face Pat That's like midgets, and I motherf**ing hate that You'll get ape slapped til your neck and your face crack White boy you'll be black the day Diddy took Ma$e back You a hockey fan Your best friend is a convict, racist a** Nazi, Klan, Canadian, Yugoslavian, p**y a** bonti man Bishop called to say, "Ars', please k** Pat the first month of the year." I said, "So you want me to take him is oxy-gen?" He had problems with a Hollohan You must ain't seen the Fight Klub what I did to the whole Hollow man Man, sh** got a little out of hand He tried to steal my style for a while I exchanged his life for the contraband But you? You a big b**h, so we gon' play the wordplay game Cause to me your wordplay lame You say sh** like, "Moon walking in steal toe boots" "I put that Eagle to your chest like Bird Gang chain" That's cause your nostrils was decorated with c**aine stains A real n***a step in your face your whole domain change p**y, my money done grew up You big...as hell, but I f** you up I stomp you in some tall dark blue Chucks Bang nines at you f**s, gang signs get threw up Then I put the piece/peace to you without chucking the deuce up Think about it Voice your opinion and sing about it Read about it, read about it, I talk cause I be about it Your outfit I beat you out it Right in front the pastor or the reverend bredren At the alter while your church cathedral's crowded Now that's perfection put together so precisely You purposely provoking me posing like you don't like me So if I prove with pictures In panties Pat, you gon' fight me? Cause all that's gonna mean is that I Brian Pumpered your wifey I fingered that b**h until her p**y did the rain dance I dug in my nose and slapped your mother with the same hand I ain't playing with these words, I am great fam' With nouns, Aye Verb will die playing Hang Man p**y, you don't even seem hard I keep two Desert Eagles co*ked on the dashboard of your dream car I'm on your mind, your last thought when you think hard You couldn't enter my city with a pa**port and a green card But ooh, if I catch homie, I'ma hit him with that vest on him f** if he my fan, I'll pull a Ron Artest on him Break down the big apple on this big b**h Outta New York I fly my Giants on them Jets towards him We met in Spanish Harlem, I had them jankies pull them Tec's on him Trigger finger got an itch and I'm feeling froggy So I'ma leap onto the street and then commit a robbery Then I'm gonna leap onto the beat and then commit a homi Then I might leap onto and push my meat into your mommy You from Nova Scotia, that's where you from f*ggot You little dumb ba*tard I'm 'bout to shove five Canadians in one casket You on a date your water break, you little dumb actress I'll break into your house then urinate on your son mattress I sh** on his pillowcase, give and take Lift him straight over my head, I'll bench press him and watch his liver shake Devour your insides for breakfast on a dinner plate Then knock your teeth out like your mouth tried to renovate Game over, press the bu*ton, start the simulate I'll bend your b**h over, Carrie Weber and let my co*k head penetrate I got bread, I've been a great, I'll pop lead, I finish fakes I'm a pothead, I'm in at space, you'll drop dead and get erased I'm nice Patrick you gon' pay the price This world like Jumanji p**y, you gon' shake the dice You'll ace on your first roll I f**ed your b**h in her third hole I'm the young n***a with the old soul No ice in my ears cause my lobes closed New j**els, old clothes, pinkie ring is rose gold I done traveled across the world and seen the whole globe Six shot Dillinger empty, you'll get the whole load Four arm clipping You defeating me don't look right, nah like putting a 34 on Pippen My JDP foolies they- [Organik] Alright yo we gotta call it [Round 2: Pat Stay] Now Arsonal claims that he's a Crip And I ain't dissing the Crip crew It's true, he is, his moms was a Crip too It all started when me and the clique slid through She was on her red rag so the b**h just blew/blue Jaws like a Pitbull, s** your dick til she get a chipped tooth I f**ed that b**h in the a** til she sounded like Chip-Fu having a big poop See that's what she meant by a g**n and this guy was just confused We be filming scenes for Bangbus and he drive the kids to school Yo, I'm sick of this dude fronting He's like, "I'm a gangsta. I'll just shoot ya I f**ing shot my mama in the face with a bazooka." He said he'll never forget the first time he seen one die I said, "Damn, what'd you do?" He said, "I picked it up shook it and rolled a five." Moral of the story is he's a fake, there's nothing more for me to say He held the door for me today and I was 40 feet away He's a f**ing sweetheart, he never g**ned in his life And Superman ain't losing to this fake Crip tonight/kryptonite Wait, the bus man is Cripping? That sh** is impossible I'm letting the principle's office know I'll send this b**h to the hospital and you better bring in a doctor's note You go to prison and drop the soap and turn into a soccer pro So take Squidward's clarinet and your invisible Glock and go get you an arsenal/Arsonal See you think you tough but I ain't Conceited though Try to punk me around I- T.K.O I could punch a hole through your chest and swing your body around like pizza dough Put you in a sleeper hold til your breathing goes And leave you in the freezing cold til you decompose Free your soul Split your wig til you can see his skull From hitting him with the same stick that the Grim Reaper holds How's that? It's like getting hit with a loud smack I don't pop bottles but I twist around caps Walk through the streets stomping my feet til the ground crack You know the motherf**ing name I got this sh** down Pat Wait, but I'm just a white boy from Canada right? Who cares if I'm white? You racist piece of sh** all you do is stereotype Well guess what My dicks bigger, I rap better, plus I fight live And even in basketball the best shooters are the white guys [Round 3: Arsonal] I'm fresh off a body bag and I'm trying to see this money I just murdered a Hitman in New York that's why I had to flee the country Last time I tried to cook, I had a little trouble crossing the boarder Cause they know I travel with a black K Boarder patrol asked me and Ryan, "Where y'all going?" What'd I say? "Where ever the f** Pat Stay Now either you gon' get the f** out my way or give me the directions." He pointed that way, said your mom's a who*e I might need some protection I said, "Damn Ryan that b**h that bad?" He said, "Ars', I f** around beat Pat dad Every male in Canada done pinned they tail on that donkey." You jacka** Your mother birthed you in a crack lab Under her white p**y she put a black bag And called you a "stupid little n***a." when she conceived you like you had a black dad And I said, "Hold on co*ky b**h I beat sh** down your leg with the bottom end of a hockey stick Your son Pat ain't got no job on his Tommy sh** He swallow dick and he take meat I call him 'Young Teriyaki stick.." Now something y'all might know, in '05 his man Hollohan got jumped and he dipped Why you did that? [Pat Stay] That's bullsh** [Arsonal] No, it's not bullsh** He asked if you gon' ride You was like, "Nah, I ain't with that." But by you running, made it seem as if you was on the get back It's like you took the snap and they David Beckham'd his chinstrap He could've died upon impact What you was gonna do? Be a friend and take his body to Nova Scotia so he be sleeping where the fish at? n***a you talk about busting yo' thang, you a customer fiend You wouldn't even give me a run for the green Your similarities to this hustling team Eddie Guerrero, Owen Hart or Turo Gotti? Y'all all dead white boys who wasn't scared to jump in the ring Now at my last battle, I was told I lived the Bob Saget, Baptist life, right? So I beat that n***a to d**h with Squidward's clarinet cause I felt as though he lived the Spongebob/Patrick life But you Patrick, you a mix breed hermaphrodite Against Arsonal, I'm larger than Big T's appetite I give and take oxygen I be Wait Watching him You always come up short with your green, you Nate Robinson You talk about guns in your raps but you ain't popping 'em Now bite the curb and watch me stomp you with suave moccasins I run up on your dice game strapped, bank stopped again I ain't gotta say you unarmed, tank top again You see me, you haul a**, you ain't confident Cause I rap, you talk Jazz, John Stockton him You old f** n***a Seven foot bum n***a John Cena in the face a** battle rapper, but much bigger Your b**h mad that she stuck with ya So she make you pay to f** since you "s**a free" and you just lick her That b**h s** dick on a private plane on an air bed From take off to landing, non stop, she's an airhead I'm never sober, it's hard to think with a clear head When I'm done with you I'ma hang you on my wall next to my there heads I ain't say "deer heads" I said "there heads" Hollow Da Don, Hitman, Remy, their heads Tech-9, Conceited, Dizaster, their heads Okwerdz, Rich Dollarz, Pat Stay, their heads! Airhead {Organik stops Arsonal again for going over the set time limit} [Round 3: Pat Stay] Your moms looks like Beetlejuice And the girl that he dates Looks like that cop from The First 48 who crashed and burned off his face So I f**ed her Make your boy look better, right? I wanted to see who's bigger That b**h said his dick looked like E.T.'s finger And are those strings of sh** or locks? You did a really sh**ty job What type of fitted do you rock, a f**ing kitty litter box? Ayo, it's disgusting ain't it? Tight jeans looking like my mother's leggings suffocating A couple gay kids saw him and called him a "f**ing f*ggot" Let's bash his rep though Before his Hitman Holla battle I thought he had potential That sh** had to be off the top of his head cause that was dreadful And whoever did Arsonal's dreads must've wanted him dead Cause he got murdered by a Hitman and his barber put a knot on his head And what the f** kind of gangsta mentions Squidward's clarinet? Yo, I bet he didn't even know what it was and his kids were scared to d**h You f**ing idiot, you got a brain like a brick He thought Black Eyed Peas was a youtube video of some brother taking a piss He even spelled his own name wrong A-R-S-O-N-A-L Never made it through grade 12 I raise Hell, an arson with an arsenal spit flames from a caged cell I'll leave a hole in the middle of Arsonal like the way that his name's spelled I'm light years beyond you, the nightmare that haunts you f** rap we can scrap right here if you want to Let's scrap now, I'm King Kong b**h I'll fight til the last round Pa**ing through security is the only way you'll get Pat down Oh what you think? Cause we from Canada we thought y'all hard? The bus driver, the janitor and the crosswalk guard Damn right I'm from Scotia my dick's as long as my fishing rod Your mom's type That b**h a crackhead the way she be blowing that hard white But look He mad right now Spongebob 'bout to get stabbed right now And yo homie, nobody where's brown right now Man, and you said I can't even dunk in that blog that you did Well I have a broken ankle and I just dunked on you with my balls on your chin s**a