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hollohan vs. pat stay - king of the dot 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-t?
remember this?
“yo look at yourself you’re a f-cking wreck
man you must have some pathetic s-x
drenched in sweat, hand against his chest
trying to catch his breath like ‘just a sec'” – right?
coughing and b-tching
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-t? yeah right
i can’t even show my raps to jeff
sh-t 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
? death
always growling and yelling sh-t like are we rapping or wrestling?
he screams loud cause deep down he’s sad and affectionate
the same p-ssive 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-t
you sniff c0ke 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 h-ll
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-t
you for making people laugh so i got presidency
if i stuck around, no one would’ve given a f-ck 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-t 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-cking 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 -ss hear? sucker free what?”
-sigh- , “sorry sir, sucker 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-ssy 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-cking 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-tch, 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 d-mn what happened to your eye?
she’d say “pff, beats the sh-t outta me”
h-llo?
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 -ss off loud and, act all wild
cause other than that you’re just a f-cking 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-ck which hand he’s best with
i’m ambidextrous, sl!ck with the left and the right
if this man’s infectious, i’m an antiseptic
and how you gonna call yourself god
sh-t if he got nailed to a cross he’d f-cking
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 c-cked- , “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 sucka?”
you wanna fight man? it’s on
i’m the motherf-cking truth i’ll put my right hand to god
you want a minute and 30 second rounds? f-ck 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 sucka free it’s disgusting
you can’t f-ck with me, i’ve been in this b-tch
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 tresp-ss 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-tch 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-t on the floor like i wasn’t toilet trained
start screaming at the f-cking top of my lungs till my voice is strained
throw the largest pot in your apartment and just destroy the place
till every f-cking neighbour in the building files a noise complaint
see, we been hanging steady since grade 3
bruised elbows and scr-ped 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-t 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 -ssume that you tough
unless you getting pat to sucker someone then he’s useless as f-ck
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-cking lost my lunch
real life, that guy’s name was matt molmer
he stretched patty stay out like a motherf-cking 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-cked with your t–th
you;d figure you’d go to the dentist more often cause there suckers are free

[round 3: pat stay]
f-ck 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-t
cause i’m the motherf-cking 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-t, i’m the motherf-cking 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
pic-sso ain’t got sh-t 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-t
a skin head rapper, who tans to look darker
you f-cking 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-cked 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 mitch-ll who is ordered probation
for your friends who you’ve wh0r-d 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-t, back stabbing, f-cking coward

[round 3: hollohan]
you a f-cking rat! you a f-cking 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-t 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-ck were you that night in ’05 when i got jumped and robbed when all my real boys with me?
you f-cking duc- you f-cking ducked my calls for the next six months, you just avoided me
see i retaliated pat, you f-cked 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-t
i exaggerated and you said it that that’s g-y
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 ent-tled ‘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-ck 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-t
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

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