Pat Stay - Pat Stay vs Math Hoffa lyrics

[Pat Stay: Round 1] Ready? What up ho Yo I knew you wasn't as tall as me man sh** you try and reach my head You look like you part of the clan And Math ain't sh** to me, I cheated on all my exams So you already know I got this sh** in the palm of my hand You think I'm scared of you? Dose me I dare you to try I'm something terrible Stare into the glare in these eyes A f**ing animal, a caribou compared to a lion A bear on its hind legs ready to rip a deer by its spine A Hannibal, covered in blood with my hands in the sky And paint my face with it smeared on my eyes like ancient Native American tribes He claims he packs that 9 milli, But that's clearly a lie Cause it's simple mathematics, you never carry a 9 The Math professor, about to school you Cla** in session, pa** your test in Put your hands up if you have a question I'ma teach yo' a** a lesson, snatch your pencil Snap it in half then rapidly stab your neck Till the gash looks like a staph infection You couldn't last a second in this cla**, or grasp the academics There's charts and graphs And your bars don't have connection like phones with bad reception Pat's a legend like map directions Cast reflections that crack gla**es and smash the lenses And I'm mad dyslexic, I read the wrong way a lot So I'll twist your cap backward since you want to be Pac I'll give you another one of those check this I just battled Ice, The Wolf, a close match up Two real dudes, that's why it was such a dope battle You just faced Arsonal, but see what y'all have in common is you're both actors Only thing you have in common with Wolf is your flow backwards Pac, Wolf, flow backwards? I slow roast rappers 'til they're so black Joe Jackson will cold smack you Mob sh**, roll past him in an old fashioned Volkswagen Like the wiser's brotherhood; slow, clapping No acting, thick like a wool jacket I'll pull back and make you do a full back flip Bull mastiff, predator drone blasting Round 1, Math is done, closed casket [Round 2: Math Hoffa] Right now, Patty is like "Finally...daddy is spending time with me." Well I'm sorry Pat but I don't think your father's black And besides, Hollohan was on the line with me When Organik was banging your moms out Hollohan turned and asked me privately He said, "Excuse me brother, but do you have an extra rubber?" I said, "I'm sorry, but I don't think you're the same size as me." Then he said, "Aw f** it I don't need it." Then he thumbed up and winked his eye at me And I ain't trying to cry in pee so I stepped off the line quietly Now I'm sure the reason crossed your mind I saved myself the awful time Of sitting in the clinic feeling like I titty f**ed a porcupine Cause this n***a Hollohan be burning b**hes so bad he even caught some time Don't y'all have free health care up here? Now that's sick, but I ain't come out here for sponge god, I came for Patrick You pink like a p**y But a star is not your hat fit You attack kids, the deceased, autism, you need your a** kicked So I'ma break you down cause I'm a master with this rap sh** My facts hit ya like RZA playing a ninja blacksmith s**a Free Boss s**a Free Why the f** you claiming that sh**? When everybody know you and the G.O.D. you smoking crack with Be out back, muah muah, s**ing on a gla** dick Now you Pat Stay fans, close ya eyes Get in a zone and relax Visualize Nova Scotia, Dartmouth...an open door in a local flat You go inside, you walk to the living room and who's sitting on the sofa? Pat Now immediately you get excited cause you a fan and that's how you supposed to act You go approach for dap and a cloud of smoke makes you choke and hack The smell is like wet a** That's when you finally notice Pat, s** a pipe f** ya life, your favorite battle rapper is smoking crack I mean I couldn't believe my ears when you confirmed it on the youtube They said you was a dope rapper but who knew you do whoos? I mean why smoke crack? Was it a ploy to be blacker? Did you misunderstand a black man that called you a "cracker"? You see Pat, smoking crack might get you more known as a rapper But there's a chain reaction Instead of staying Rich you prone to Dizaster And crack don't make you think about goals and your squad's lane So I guess all your hopes after this are cane/Arcane You don't got bars like that You do Seinfeld impressions and smoke hard white crack So try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack And I'll be here second round to bring the bars right back [Round 1: Pat Stay] You always saying "I'm the realest" Are you? I don't believe for a second Cause if you were you wouldn't have to feel the need to address it Your definition of "real" is intimidating the weak and defenseless But there's a difference between being feared and being respected See I'm a stand up loyal dude and to the streets I'm a legend The same hand I'll reach out to help I'll beat you to d**h with So f** a Dose I'ma lethal injection and the needle's infected So if Math tests or even questions me I'll teach him a lesson That tough guy act is a scream for attention Maintaining it must be hell You think Canadians are soft cause we're nice but y'all are just scared to leave your cells See that New York permanent tough guy act to me is just a scream for help Cause you f**ing Americans are stuck in this character and can't even be yourselves Everyday you gotta put on that tough mood God that must bug you His moms be like, "Love you." He be like, "Whatever. f** you." He's an insecure little b**h, soft; emo Wears a hat every battle cause he's bald; chemo Ready? Math Hoffa, hairline like your grandpapa He'll snap on ya if you try to snatch his hat off him Male patterned baldness, ain't that some dog sh**? Look up Math Hoffa's six battles if you haven't saw it He won't even take off his hat for the national anthem But you gotta put one against ya chest, so he carries a spare one Yo, what kind of sh** is that? He goes swimming in his fitted hat Eh, he'll give you daps but he'll never ever tip his cap I know you hate that sh** Bald is beautiful Matthew, embrace that sh** Eh, real sh** though And the way you beg for Murda Mooks attention so sad it's disgusting It's like you're obsessed with him Do you wanna battle or f** him? And ever since Calicoe punked him his verses just don't have any substance Cause his career was built off being a bully and Math never done sh** That's what acting so tough gets, you could've amounted to something Every battle you've done since has been counter productive You went from the highest paid battler to rapping for practically nothing You turned your road to success into a path of destruction Now your whole world's caving in Bang, now your baby's sick Karma's swinging back for slinging crack to that pregnant b**h Dose get his way with him, chrome to his cranium Click, click boom turns his dome to a stadium! [Round 2: Math Hoffa] He tried to diss me for the baldy I bet I get more p**y Every day I get realer, you just get more p**y And why you using Dose bars? Why don't you use your bars P? You just mad cause Drake came here to hear my bars P I'm on the road but I still pack the house like an RV Math Hoffa and King Of The Dot, oh it's a movie So many people wanted to see this Blackout I thought I was Boosie Pat you ain't scary at all, you just tall and you goofy I bet this red devil be hanging out with Officer Doofy You outta salute me If you wanted to shoot me I'll respond with the clips like I was talking with Bootsie I k** n***as, Hollohan's clan oughta recruit me You trying to get it popping, this cross is a doozy Like when Diz' parents not around, it's off with your kufi This just a warm up, I'ma put you through a torture rack I heard you trying to get on URL, I know the boss of that So why don't you drop that N bomb while you getting off your raps And right after you finish that bar I'll let you talk to Smack But you from Scotia, straight up So if I walk past and bump your shoulder You slip my throat slower than a Russian soldier That's how I know you sleep Cause in the streets I see you come up closer You bump my shoulder, especially someone that doesn't know ya Right on a bump, off a hunch, I untuck my toaster You turn I shoot your neck out like a f**ing cobra That's how Brooklyn do Every time I look at you I wanna put a fist, knife, bullet or a foot in you Ain't no crook in you I had to do this before Drake Real n***as hate your face more than them court dates It's f**ing over This kid's a fairy I seen him choke on a The Saurus But I bet he s** a dick and a dictionary I run up on him like, "How you gonna harm me fiend? You in a gnarly dream that you Charlie Sheen." I got some yardies that'll catch you at a party scene And leave your skull all over your clothes like Ed Hardy jeans Cause all you do is fish Pat And that's a quote But we ain't ever seen you throw a hook so that's a hoax It was fishy, you was calling Arsonal a fake Crip and cracking jokes Cause if he came across some real C's/seas, Pat will (paddle) boat You don't got bars like that You do Seinfeld impressions and smoke hard white crack So try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack And I'll be here third round to bring the bars right back [Round 3: Pat Stay] It's about to get real personal Real personal, I hate to say it Y'all gonna wanna hear this Your grandma looks like Goldust But she a pro that hoe's nice Bends over like the b**h rolled dice her whole life And the head was the best ever She even let all my friends get her That b**h went through more [?] than Fred Penner Pat Stay peep the mack game, clean cut with a jacked frame Stepping up where the hoes at, pssst, Axe spray Eh, tugging on my dang-a-lang, strutting through your hood where all the gangsta's hang And they be chucking deuces like orangutans Straight from the get go, I let it be known I wasn't f**ing around I earn my respect without dick riding and s**ing up to the crowd Remember? I came here by myself and I ain't scared of no motherf**ers His whole crew is like a Halloween in the ghetto, just a bunch of s**ers So go ahead, do exactly what the people expected Bring up that old autism sh** as if you were deeply affected Cause trying to turn the crowd against me is just cheap and pathetic But if that's what you have to do to beat me than at least you accept it See me and Marv had a problem so I had to disrespect him Check them Got up in that a**; rectum And that means you get emotional, that's how I can tell you soft You got an autistic brother too, I'll kick his f**ing helmet off Eh, catch me dropping a big ole' stank of sh** in a handicap stall A retarded b**h comes wheeling up in here get her fanny pack robbed "Give me my candy back!" "Nah." Smack 'em out of clammy palm Then toss around like Jazzy Jeff with her granny panties half off Eh, I'm on my white boy sh**, better get it straight I'm a white boy in every single way Uh huh, got the top score in every single game What? I f**ing watch p**n every single day I'm on my white boy sh** Figured it was all a game 'til I'm at your door with a reciprocal saw swinging a ball and chain I'll f**ing bust in your crib buck naked just swinging like Carlton Banks Like, "Yeah b**h! Now don't ever say your dicks are bigger than ours again!" Yo, first time I listened to Chocolate Rain...I f**ing kicked my dog in the face He lift up his leg to piss and I punched him in the f**ing dick like Johnny Cage Yeah, I got mad black in my family so I'd hate to make this a race war But if you stereotype like I'm scared cause I'm white I'll break your face with a skateboard He was trying to call me racist before But that's wack as sh** He just got the wrong impression when I said I was riding through the hood and cracked my whip But I ain't prejudiced even half a bit sh** I could give a rats if you African This my homie Zeno and that motherf**er is black as sh** Eh, he's a closet h*mo, keeps it on the low low You probably know though, hump backs like Quasimodo His pops expected it from how he always he always wanted Pogos And by his wrists and how easy he can walk a Yo-Yo I caught him checking out my hoodie, I was rocking Polo He was staring at the horse's dick on the logo Mafioso, I'll co*k the fo' fo', pop it and watch in slow mo As his b**h's head goes in a circle like a Versace logo I'll drop this h*mo f*ggot My reach is so long I could throw blows standing and no mo' slander I go solo Banging, Komodo dragon I'll Go-Go Gadget fold yo' a** in half like a rolled up mattress I blackout, woke up and don't know what happened It's photographic Cause all I can picture is snapping is taking shots and seeing flashes Photographic, picture snapping, taking shots and seeing flashes See my raps go over heads like turbans so I slow it down then, f** it I don't need no punchline sh** I'll paint the picture plain and simple for you, s** my dick! I'm Pat Stay, I already f**ing won this sh** So I'ma end this f**ing battle off just like this s**a [Round 3: Matt Hoffa] Pat 'bout to be Swayze You gon' wish you died in your sleep See your life is like the movie Ghost in my eyes and it's deep Cause I seen your best friend set you up to die at your peak And you should hide from them black guys that rise from the street But I don't wanna bring up race, cause I know it ain't right, right? I mean the race sh** is fun, but it got old, like Excite Bike But I was thinking about your career and I came up with a bright light On how I could expose Pat Stay and what his life's like You ever notice the similarities on all your biggest fight nights? Think about your weigh ins (Wayans) brother, you ever feel like you White Mike? But Pat think he The Joker {Matt flips his tongue a bunch} y'all see the way his tongue be popping out That sh** hella gay and it make me just wanna knock him out I guess that make you Drago and I be playing Rocky Bal' But Drago was a champion and Dizaster is the top renown I bet if Organik said, "I'll give you the chain if you top me now." We'll see Pat Stay face down longer than Pacquiao Yo Pat is wack, ga**ed up too, somebody pat his back, burp him I hit his head and reverse him, show Pat his back and that's just off of jab impact I'm only tapping Pat, spin him backwards That's what you see when Pat is tapped Matter of fact...stay Cause you my b**h today And I ain't saying pause Cause "stay" ain't a word I say to broads it's what I say to dogs It's time I show my neighbors, your behavior need a change of course You need to pay the cost for what you claiming, cause you ain't a boss Let's take this Canadian battle league This ain't the one you came up off, but this the one you make your paper off Why is it that they endorse an Arab from Cali and gave him the title chain to floss When you and Hollohan could easily be the face up north Is it because they don't wanna see you two crack heads caking off? I mean, I personally know, you only getting paid a fourth Of what they paid me to fly over and flame your corpse Now in my mind, my logic, that sh** sound like a major loss Which makes you the lamest f**ing boss I ever came across See if I ain't take a plane here, I probably would take a horse Cause I'm like Django, at the bar getting paid to off And you over here fighting for your life cause you the slave of choice And Organik is Calvin Candie Cause we was both on the cell, I asked for Dizaster, that's when he spoke and said, "Well... I don't sell the n******gs I don't want to sell." Y'all see how I'm just k**ing him softly? Even if I was p**y I couldn't get k**ed by a softie I thought Organik was showing me love bringing me in to support me But now I see, he was trying to help Stay up by bringing in coffee I gave you pure comedy, you don't deserve hot quotes Matter of fact, your whole career is like a knock knock joke Knock knock, ask me (Who's there?) Pat Stay (Pat Stay who?) Exactly!