Pat Stay - Pat Stay vs Charron (Title Match) lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] It's Canada's favorite roid head, the skinny kids' rival They disregard your lack of bars cuz you're literally their idol I don't care if your arm strong, you're a b**h that's on a cycle Like Lance Armstrong; it's only right I strip you of your title Back in Scotia they filmed scraps He didn't punch or even strike He just yelled from the back, like “s**a free, get hype!” Just ‘cause dude's buffer, you'd think he'd chuck a decent right Nah you're Bruce Buffer; you just talk before other people fight You act tough with a crew but never would scrap dolo Funny you're from the dark side but can't use your hand solo You're an insecure little girl, I think that it's obvious You portray this image To hide the fact that you're a b**h with no confidence I'll battle you in an handicap stall And relinquish your dominance ‘Cause you're such an attention who*e you can't even sh** without fishing for compliments Rip his heart out, enjoy the rush I'm usually tense but I ace it when noise erupts Your handicap craps won't amount to jack Where's the toilet brush The King's getting dumped in Queen Elizabeth That's a royal flush I'm in an aggressive mood and I'll step to you End this dude when you poo On the internet with views Summon every special move up in Tekken 2 The king dies on the toilet; I'll Elvis Presley you! You know what rhymes with "s**a free"? Ducking me Lately you've been crying in battles I think you need a hug from me I want to blow my brains out, I don't care what'll happen Sometimes I get down on myself like Marilyn Manson Shut up b**h, speaking of Marilyn, this 'roid head thinks he's tough and rowdy Since you juice I'm cut throat behind bars like the Sons finale You recycled with Math and Shotty, didn't think we could tell? “He mad right now”, “embrace that sh**” You're just grabbing schemes from the shelf If all you do is reuse concepts you're in need of some help Your name should be history ‘cause you have a strange way of repeating yourself His girl f**s for money, can't afford her rent She gave you multiple STD's and there's more you'll get She treats it like Maple Leaf's coacher when you're erect Pat burns, ‘cause she'll ride your peter If you give that who*e a check Casket, extra space, your brother stuffed in your resting place You'll be sleeping with your family like Kevin Gates Them 'roids got you shriveling, deflates his f**ing scrotum Pat's balls are so small Tom Brady wants to throw them They like him better than me more, he's over hype Since Patrick sways these people, we'll see how it goes tonight Nah, they like him better Demi Moore, he's overhyped It's Patrick Swayze; people ‘bout to see a Ghost tonight You win off crowd control, make your b**h a** stutter My punches connect with the fans like Hitman's brother And you said you want to f** me Who wouldn't? Come on, I'm f**ing hot as hell bro Thinking you're a modern day composer You compensate with co*ky swag Cause all you got is great composure You wanted me to grow? I'll body bag this joker Now I'm straight sh**ting on him; potty training's over [Round 1: Pat Stay] That Tom Brady line…what if I did do steroids and my balls shriveled up? Who gives a f**? When's the last time you heard a girl be like “Girl, he got the biggest nuts” I mean, wouldn't that just make my dick look bigger And hang lower? As far as the game goes when this blade I throw goes into your apple, it's game over From the cracks in the pavement I rose, a lion amongst sheep I am the one The front lead and only will there ever be one me Try on my crown but you'll never become king Let me reiterate: you imitate, I innovate Separating the word "dick rider" from the word "inspire" I am the greatest The chain's material, the title's a statement A stone my name is engraved in Welcome to my home, you're a guest in this house For too long have I let you just lounge on this sectional couch It's like I've adopted you, you've adopted everyone's style So since you my child I'ma rinse out your mouth with bars I'm coming in swinging, sonny, listen I'm about to bury you King of the Dot champ versus the King of the Dot tramp I'ma trample through You begged for this, now I'm bagging you Demand you demanded, this man'll dismantle you Yeah they cheer for you But if there were no chants there'd be no chance for you Helicopter propeller chopper; the fans carry you Dawg it's gonna to be painful an*l fisting; you're about to get that a** handed to I'm not comparing you to animals When I say this cat's unbearable He's boring, mechanical Like a mythological horse dragon you Ride so many bandwagons there should be A horse dragging you Was the proud nerd that embraced your image And that's why they were fans of you But years later he's letting the cannon shoot Now they'll no longer stand for you Understandable, cause you don't have to be Joe Budden to hear he abandoned you He'll be so confused staring through the barrel trying to fit Magazines and bananas through He wouldn't dare shoot In the forest wearing an orange camp flannel suit Boy, if I start slamming you on the floor It'll leave him in a state of horror And sit his a** down like Orlando You hear me? I can't stand this dude f**ing man handle you Shove a pair of antlers through his cap like Camp Caribou! I reference a children's show cause that's what I have to cater to Now watch me lift up his skirt Like the opening credits in Sailor Moon Dawg, you said these lines in all seriousness: "My squad supply in Bolivia If I got the gat, I'll pop the pipe and get rid of ya" Really bro? You gonna buck the heater you little f**ing wiener? I could go on for days… "Ooo f** with me, head shot, buck fifty"… uh, really? Could've sworn you're the most nervous little runt in this city What hood are you from? Jane and Flinch? But that's what they cheer for right now So I get it, "buck fifty"; he just hears what the crowd likes and it goes from his ear to his mouth Boy, you got sh** backwards! Dawg, look me in my pupils Corey, stop it You're a f**ing harmless f**ing loser "It's Charron, I'll clutch the Ruger Yeah I may be a f**ing loser, but I started from the bottom like Drake and now I'm the future" Bro you are literally the biggest f**ing dick-s**ing, wave-riding, trend-following, brown-nosing leech to ever exist Just f**ing accept the cards you were dealt Stop copying everyone else It's not you Corey, have some goddamn confidence in yourself See all these Smack battles you watch Got you acting all ratchet 'Til this hatchet I got winds up in your side and half of your body pops out like a Jack-in-the-Box 'Til somebody pops him for mocking These American idols that he clearly misunderstood Pallbearers crying, his body they carry under wood I quote: "See I'm just skinny and smart I don't think that I'm hard I know I'm a nerd so I live with that card" Y'all tripping right now If you encrypted those bars I spit at the start See I intertwined every line in genius-ly Strategically picked him apart And exposed the contradicting Carbon copy, piece of sh** that you are [Round 2: Charron] He flipped that Tom Brady bar, I'm like that's okay Talking about big balls, I'm like okay, that sh**'s gay But real talk, I'm the underdog We talking football, I'm supposed to get k**ed by Patrick Stay? This like Seattle on the 1 yard line: they gonna' be surprised when you pa** away He making fun of those gun bars, okay, f** it I'ma flip this You had a line about Joe Budden, that's nothing, I'ma rip this Cause real talk, this'll be a total slaughter It's nothing, just forget this Besides you I look like 5'9" but you'll get more than a crooked eye/Crooked I if you bu*t in/Budden to my business You're scared to battle in URL Ducking all events on the calendar When you threatened Marv then took off You lost respect from every battler I stood up to Suge in NY, they had respect for the challenger You would've Lost In New York cause you ran from Marv, like Kevin McCallister! You declined battles on Smack You could've made some decent money You battle in Canada cause we're the only place that thinks you're funny You headline - LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M KILLING YOU RIGHT NOW LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M fu*kING KILLING YOU! You headline every World Domination But it straight up seems to bug me How you going to dominate the world when you're too afraid to leave your country? You and Day' were supposed to be in Cali You hide with the throne You ain't a real champ Until you make someone die on the road You rely on reaction, you can't land lines on your own You're a cordless phone Cause you won't get reception when you step outside of your home He'll talk about raping me like "I want that wiener...Oscar Mayer" And the crowd reacts like that's some Supa Hot Fire!!! He smoking crack 'til he spaz out (spaz out) Patty giving neck 'til he pa** out (pa** out) I swear to God, all I do is black out (black out) You be smoking rock, get up out that crack house! Nah f** that, you're a fiend that sparks You want to talk about Jane and Flinch? Alright let's do some T Dot sh** if he is smart Cause real talk, you're a crackhead, you're a fiend that sparks This crackhead's getting his chain snatched Like DMX in Regent Park My Formula won/One, Danica Patrick can take that Look at me when I'm k**ing you! They claiming that Patrick raw There's an avalanche on his face mask I will take your fortune if they react to your lame craft Light up the square with wordplay cause Pat doesn't say jack Claim that you need a bigger name, I'm really just puzzled I beat Clips, Magic, Ars' Their views to yours are literally doubled You think I'm unknown? Good thing I'm quick to rebu*tal Guess that brought in someone nameless/Knaemlis to k** you like Twist versus Shuffle After, I want Madchild, Bender, I'm ready to hunt now I got a lot in store All my Canadian Targets about to get shut down You wet willy'd Jimmy, but gave I.C.E. daps for his sh** Against Math you said your African hype man was legit You want to bang Daylyt? You're on your Kim Kardashian sh** You're a fake a** diva that rides every black person's dick You're unemployed and live at home, future's not bright He's in his parents' basement moon walking all night Practicing bars like "I'm a real dude I poked my homie at his funereal, twice" Until his mom walks in his room while he writes Like "You're 29 years old, Patrick. The f** you doing with your life?" Come on Patrick, you old plumber Cause in battles you're the boss, celebrity type-ish Always claiming you're tough, looking fresh in some nice kicks But in songs you're a junky telling kids to never be like this Which proves you're an insecure b**h going through an identity crisis! You smoke crack through the cans You and Jeff would sip Sprite with So every hit you take is just a reflection of how pathetic your life is Back in Scotia he dropped the n-bomb when he was yakked Your brother Peter got beat up by black people, it's a fact You just stood there, he didn't scrap That's how you treat your family? What's "s**a Free" about that? You should get into acupunctures Since you ain't eating off of rap So you can finally make a living off of stabbing people in the back [Round 2: Pat Stay] You know I don't live with my mom I live in Ottawa where you is, it's a known fact Let's be honest people, do I look like I smoke crack? Yo, not fighting? That's bullsh** and so wack How many people you battle last year? I knocked out more people than that this year he can vouch that This real sh**, swear on my life, my mother's life Organik told me about the time he went on tour with you And in disgust he told me a little story too Genuinely bothered He said the whole trip he never changed his boxers And the one time you showered is because they practically forced you to They also told me how you're cheap Got $50,000 in the bank but wouldn't spend a cent on food when y'all went out to eat You'd just wait 'til they were done and eat their scraps Then me, you and Swish went out for wings and you confirmed it's true Swish shared a story too He said you wore the same clothes for a month straight when he was on tour with you Then he'd admit that me and Swish ordered food and he just ate off ours How ironic, he's Jewish and scared to take a shower Bro, you are the worst kind of rapper Don't care about his hygiene as long as his bars are dope Stinky little brat, get a f**ing bar of soap This is not a joke! Seriously, you need this to stop Organik only set this up cause he wanted to see you get washed Aye, Right Guard, Old Spice, Speed Stick, Arid Far as he knows right now I'm speaking Spanish Maybe he'd wear it if they just changed the way it was branded Like, "Smart enough for a man, but made for a little f*ggot" Or how about when they watched you f** that girl? Your sore little birdy was out of commission They told you to bend her over and you said, "I'm not good at that position" Or how about the time you told me on Skype that you honestly can't stand black people But it's all good, I won't go in on ya I know you wrote a rebu*tal for that cause he knows Watch his jeans though, when he lies, his knee grows/negros He had the happiest most pleasant dream the other night He remembers it was the summer time and the sun would rise And a bus went by and hit a colored guy Woke up in his Hitler onsie and there was cum inside Yo, if you hear him say the word "cocoon" he's not referencing a bu*terfly He just stuttered guys Aye look, he mad right now Aye, aye, wishing Black History Month would pa** right now Yo, you need to go home and take a f**ing bath right now La-di-da-di, got your b**h sniffing out my body I'm fresh, ttsk ttsk, better ask/Axe somebody Ain't nobody dope as me, I'm just so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) It don't make you no less racist just because you bought some Ecko jeans I AM! (You want me to stop swagging on you? It's not fair, eh? Swagga Genesis) Swagga! I AM! All that and a bag of f**ing Cheetos I'm so gangsta, I can sag a f**ing Speedo You? Psst, please Old regular bag of kettle chips Look at me, I'm Shagadelic b**h, Swagga Genesis Dawg you can't f** with me I'm s**a free you gluten free Ah, that ain't got nothing to do with me Organik's little who*e, probably got him to do this free He'll make you shout out King Of The Dot at your mother's eulogy "Dear mom I miss you. You had a heart of gold. Shout out to Trevor D Custom Jewelry." Yo, see I make them lean in stitches His sh**'s so meeeh, I seen his girl react an thought "wow" Drake's here and the Queen of England Look, set up punch, set up punch, set up punch That's all you've ever done See I'm every element compressed in one This a battle you gon' learn a lesson from See it don't matter if you've studied battles and you've got it down to a science Cause you can learn all the basic fundamentals but there's not a cla** on what style is See, it's not how big the build up is, it's how you design it It's not how many times you punch, it's the power behind it That's where you lost bro I'm Rocky II, you trying to play Apollo It's telling you something Corey You need to change your boxers [Round 3: Charron] Hallohan gives him all of his rhymes I know you ain't prepped for this Every 16bit, that's why they call him Sega Genesis Cause why you talking about Sega Genesis? This is why we battling Pat Oh it's just punch after punch, it's the power behind it That sh**'s actually wack You're talking about video games but all you do is swagger and make people have to react So if this is video games, you're not Sega Genesis Cat steals all the facts, why they hyping up PS for/PS4 when his game hasn't advanced? Cause you just do that sh**, got them laughing for months "Oh am I styling on you? I guess my swagger too much" He said I don't clean and I need some new boxers? But these days, you're wacker than f** You like present day Ali, you too shook to be packing a punch You said Hallohan's a snitch Should've taken the wrap But Mitchell White snitched on Hallohan Then you started to hang with the rat You befriended a snitch, Jeff copped another case When someone rats on your boy, you're suppose to stop his f**ing face You're like Eve in the garden of Eden with the problems you create A b**h that turned their back on God by talking to a snake Against Diz' he said he cured a kids cancer, that was a great look Well his name's Cole Wally and he messaged me on Facebook He said he told you he told you he's a 13 year old fan with cancer, I swear this is true Pat said, "If you're lying about cancer, I'll beat the sh** outta you" That sh**'s true You think cancer's a joke [Pat Stay] No [Charron] Really? You not talk sh** about Cole Wally You think cancer's a joke? Laugh again I'll coach him in Toronto There's no way Pat could win Cause Hollohan helped a kid with cancer, this s**er should be sorry Pat claimed it was him cause he's a scum that needs glory I was Pat Stay before Pat Stay, this motherf**er's corny You're Rick Ross, a self proclaimed boss that lives through someone else's stories That sh**'s true about Cole Wally But back in 'Scotia he got charged, he's a criminal out there He wasn't busting pistols in the air When you were 18 you got locked for pushing your little sister down the stairs Who know what rhymes with "s**a free"? (What?) Protective custody You put hands on a little girl, you're scum to me See I was gonna prove all these stories were true I was gonna say they were facts right now Don't you find it weird that Hallohan ain't beside Pat right now? I was gonna say, "If this was true. Switch sides on your man right now." But Pat found out, said if I brought Hallohan on stage I was getting stabbed right now You wanna threaten me with violence, I'm 'bout to spaz right now Don't talk that sh**, I'm on my grown man right now You wanna scrap right now? Why would you do that? That sh**'s wack right now You call me "racist" saying I don't like people that are black right now? Well c'mon, at least I ain't afraid to come out my country and go on Smack right now But yo, he found out, he found--how did you find out about my Hallohan angle? I'm so mad right now I wish I didn't spit my bars to Bishop Brigante so bad right now Nah, nah, he's sad right now Heart pumping so fast right now His little sister's crying loud from the ground right now Wanting to smack him like the brother she never had right now That's real sh**, you got exposed You got exposed, that's how the story unfolds But since y'all know the real Pat Stay It's time you meet the real Corey Charron Cause you dissed Marv's brother for autism...think it's hell jokes? Well I was diagnosed with a form of autism when I was twelve years old Non verbal learning disability I was told by the doctor I don't mean to move my hands like this, or be socially awkward But they say I gotta change my image What you know about being clinically depressed? Being told you're prone to suicide when they administer the test Getting beat up in elementary school cause you're a skinny little pest Crying while you're forced to take meds cause you're different from the rest I can't even-I can't even hold eye contact...it's really true But I block it out and make you LOOK AT ME when I'm k**ing you See I used to be ashamed, and I realized I'm not crazy After everything I've accomplished, I'm happy how God made me But you, created a fake image to find worth from all your friends You're not a boss, you're a scumbag in a world that is pretend The judges might rob me so f** the verdict at the end You win battles off being comfortable But at least I'm comfortable with the person that I am See, that's that real sh** That's that real sh**, I'm ruining vets I just k**ed Pat Stay, tell that b**h Mook he's next! [Round 3: Pat Stay] Yo, that cancer Cole sh**'s fake and we can call Cole to witness I just sent a Christmas present to Cole You wouldn't send him coal for Christmas Real sh**, I've been curing cancer patients But I can't cure "38 Pounds, Squirmy Greyhound, Nervous Breakdown, Praying Mantis, Shaky f*ggot"' Yo, and you know what bro? You see this guy right here, up here in the wheelchair in the front row His name's Joel I brought him upstage with me with my Compliment Battle with Rone True fan I bought his plane ticket to be here tonight at this show And I met him once! I'm more of a stand up f**ing guy than you can ever know! You would never do that sh** I've done more for this culture than you could ever imagine We depend on my cla**ics If I didn't beat Arcane, our chain would've from metal to plastic Wouldn't never have lasted, we were peddling backwards On the last threat of the patch of our letter man jackets Organik was forced to book all the American rappers And Smack almost wiped us out so I stepped up and snatched it Wait, now let me just ask this What if I conformed too and just tried to blend in with Smack? Now everyone raps identical, next thing you'd know we're done cause there's no separate brackets And what kind of leader would I be if I let that sh** happen? And that's why I'm lieutenant and captain The last original, the staple that kept us in tact b**h I AM King Of The Dot, my name's embedded in that sh** A legendary status you will never establish, this is my sh** Your motherf**ing highness, I am Everything you ever wanted to be, I'm the star you strive to align with I am the man on the top of that mountain you struggle to climb that you Didn't even try, you think it's a lie Then why am I a bigger name than you when you've done so much more THAN I DID?! Open your eyes kid! I'm just-I'm just a more superior human besides this He knows it too and it eats him alive Cause my perfections reflect the weakness inside him You will never...ever...ever be my equal You are nothing but a f**ing puppet Who gets that underdog pity from people A coward who gets tough in battles with dudes that are looked at as bullies Cause he knows...it's the only place he'll get away with that sh** But it makes him look like a hero See Suge let it slide when you grabbed him like that Figured he was half his size, it wouldn't feel right I'm the type to whoop that a** to teach you This battle rap sh** ain't real life Swear to God I'm the same dude when the camera's on when the camera's off You'll never see me front on camera like George Costanza's boss You need a punch in the face This the kid that went on Smack and stereotyped all white guys as socially awkward nerds with little dicks You are a f**ing disgrace "Uh, where's my Don Demarco" Shut up you little f**ing creep, they should've gave you a Donnie Darko C'mon, I'm gonna flow on your side so you can feel how it feels, kay? Charron, I will always be the king They wanna give you the chain then take it Hate to say this, but y'all make it more like an ankle bracelet See the reason I just got you to switch me sides, I did that to make a statement That you can hold down my position for me but you will never trade me places The king