Pat Stay - Pat Stay vs The Saurus lyrics

[Round 1: Pat Stay] This here is my last battle, so pay close attention All battle rappers are f*ggots and there ain't no exceptions I love my fans but y'all rappers can s** a dick, I ain't playing around I wish I could chuck a grenade in the crowd and k** all you f**ing f*ggots right now I ain't laughing s**ers is lame I hate rappers He tucked in his chain cause I'm f**ing insane, I'd straight jack it/jacket He likes wordplay so I'll let the nerd play Scrabble and strangle his burnt face ba*tard Til he spells my first name backwards Now I didn't wanna get personal with you cause this ain't even a personal issue It's a nerd with a pencil against a Serbian pistol with aim sharp as a curve on a Ginsu Sounds like a surfacing missile searching to hit you When all you heard was a whistle His father died and since I'm the guy who did the homicide I'll murder his kid too Now before he accepted this battle I had to promise I wouldn't diss his pops But I still might do it just to piss him off And if he steps up in my face he's getting dropped He'll cry louder than Psycho finding guys trousers by his wife's shower That were owned by Dwight Howard with a note that says "Size matters" I've lost my mind Can't even stop it with anti-psychotics the doc prescribes I've shared a therapist with Arabic terrorists and Eric Harris from Columbine f** a charity for autism, I'll stomp a retarded guy and rob him blind Leave him traumatized like the time you looked into your father's eyes and watched him die It's that evil villain Hurt people's feelings Diss the crowd and still get more love than Serena Williams And I'm running sh** on Youtube You struggling with views dude? Push me like Diaz, I'll make this battle reach a million And if I get jerked I'ma go out swinging So you better hope I win this Cause I ain't having no L (noel) like a Jehovah Witness f** the voting system and all you s**ers phony gimmicks I am not a battle rapper, don't make me show you the business And your breath smells like sh** [Round 1: The Saurus] I told him I've been crushing you for years He said, "That's yet to be seen." But think about it, that's not what we were lead to believe Cause you told Hollohan he bit your lines and said them to me Which technically means I won this sh** before you stepped in the ring So if y'all ain't up to speed, f** it, buckle up, adjust your seats And tell me how the f** he's not a s**a after what you see Stop being a f*ggot Patrick, practice what you preach Instead of acting like you s**a free, show us what the f** it means I'll tell y'all what it doesn't mean Talking 'bout your boy's brother being autistic then getting punked upstairs after Marv won in three I'll tell y'all what it doesn't mean Letting a battle come between homies just to please the type of people that are f**ing up the scene Or standing in the background hovering Drinking [?] ice acting like it's a cup of lean Being a drunken piece of sh** Disrespecting the people that run the league Til security had to tell s**er to f**ing leave Now you can say it's no more Mr. Nice Guy, Pat It's no more anything now, your life line's flat You'd burn any bridge to win a battle Pat, that's true Even your best friend had a pact with you And you stabbed him in the back tattoo See nothing seems s**a free about the stuff that Pat spits Cause he keeps chucking weak s**er punches, that's it A bunch of cheap stuff he needs for every s**a Pat tricks s**a free? s**a please, you can s** a fat dick [Round 2: Pat Stay] Now I admit, as far as battle rap goes, he's almost the reason I exist But you're the reason why this scene has died and reason why I quit You're the man in these people's eyes but you need to realize that aside from this In the real world you're equivalent to a steaming pile of sh** You're an old, broke, battle rapping, gambling addict Man you're a f*ggot You're such a b**h if you got f**ed by a man you'd get pregnant Shut up, grab me a beer and go make me a sandwich What the f** are you doing here? You got a family to take care of You should be ashamed and embarra**ed to even make an appearance You claim that you have a baby you cherish But I looked in the thesaurus and- Aww f** You claim you have a baby you cherish but I checked the Thesaurus and your name is in there And the words "obvious" and "blatant" "apparent" to make you a parent {slight choke by Pat} See The Saurus has a little girl what an awful shame Poor girl thought his father's name is "Gone Away" Wouldn't even recognize him if she saw his face Plus she'd probably puke and just crawl away While he was losing battles she was getting potty trained Now the girl is walking straight and talking great But one thing you will never hear your daughter say is "Happy Father's Day" She's probably home alone right now watching Saw 3D And eating condoms off the ground Cause her dad's too busy battling rather than bonding with his child The only real thing she has in common with him now Is the fact that neither one of 'em have a father that's around To all you young aspiring battle rappers trying to follow your dreams If you honestly wanna succeed in life, go get a college degree You don't wanna be Pete, a dead beat dad So caught up with multis and schemes That he forgot how to be a responsible adult and father with a daughter to feed So quit bragging every battle about your long list of accomplishments Cause battle rapping for 10 years in the same position preposterous Stop lying to the fans and kids on the internet watching that's giving them confidence And tell them the truth that you've just been digging a bigger ditch than your father's in [Round 2: The Saurus] Now he was once a man of God, St. Patrick was Catholic But Pat sways both ways to who he's having a match with Acting crazy like Patrick Bateman but that plan of attack switched Cause none of your formulas won (Formula 1), you're Danica, Patrick You can't f**ing fight you're way too tall I'll chuck a right to break your fall Plus I brought a rusty knife to cut you like a table saw That is all f*ggot, one punch breaks Patrick's jaw Getaway untraced, glove safe, Patrick Roy Face it dawg I beat you by a lap before the race This is the slap to wake you up and pay you back for your mistakes I'm here to mack some shorties I can Californicate He's here to catch his normal case of statuCorey rape But wait y'all Pat's a boss Just look how fast he puts out those f*ggot blogs crying after every match he lost You a boss but how b**h you getting bosses around I call your girl "co-pilot" she'll give me a flight to Boston now So talk about my kid or my dad or any chick from my past If I cared what your angles were I'd call Bishop and ask I tried to keep this battle s**a free so I'ma get rid of this trash Cause you're the biggest s**er here that's why you always got a stick up your a** [Round 3: Pat Stay] Now you were a legend back in the day So to see you like this is so sad it's a shame It's like watching an old limping dog just dragging it's legs Each verse sounds like the last thing you say before pa**ing away You're so obsessed your favorite idols are "battle" and "AIDS" His baby's mom will send him to the store to buy his daughter some diapers He'll come home late all awkwardly hyper Like, "Sorry baby. I got caught in a cipher." What are you gonna tell your daughter when you're 60 years old? What will she hear you say? Better start thinking now cause that's only like three years away If he could just get his mind of it this guy's profit could skyrocket But everything he sees he can't thinking of rhymes off it He be rolling up to restaurants like, "Damn it I can't pick Can I get a ham swiss, canned fish sandwich Jammed with ranch dip, hand picked clam strips, salmon and chips" to go And quit making all them stupid f**ing faces and hand gestures Cause I whip mo' a** than a Klan member ancestor Your voice is so bad you get Stan letters from Fran Drescher And those b**h tits are so transgender you're banned from Manchester What a crappy human amongst me Clammy, humid and musty Fat, stupid and ugly Absolutely disgusting Creepy and slimy So greasy and shiny If I look on your forehead and lean to the side I can see the people behind me You talk about Bishop, get off his dick s**ing until your neck sprain You're his knight in shining armor huh? Then let's play your little chess games See a Bishop, makes crooked moves and has never ever went straight And a knight automatically takes an L; checkmate And your breath stinks like sh** And your daughter's a poot [Round 3: The Saurus] It's funny cause I barely started to talk about Bishop yet And the only chess reference I can make is that he has this b**h in check And as far as my kid, you don't even know what you're talking about My daughter's living like a queen Why would you question my parenting f*ggot? I fathered this entire scene Yo, but I KNEW he was gonna talk about my dad for five minutes Huh, I won't even act surprised I mean, that's the guy's gimmick We can make this a Dizaster and expand the time limits The worst thing about the Halifax explosion is that not enough of your family died in it Now why is it that the biggest guys are always such a b**h inside? You think I'm lying? I've given nine examples that can symbolize And haven't even gotten to how Bishop tried to get this guy to battle But when it was time to put up bread you quit replying Yo, that did happen, you b**hed and whined So I'ma end your career now He has you so shook, you're ducking Scarborough year round You're scared as f** his homies are here so they can jump you here now You're so shook you won't even do f**ing coke off of a mirror now