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pat stay vs marvwon - king of the dot lyrics

[round 1: marvwon]
what up p-ssy?
me and you got a whole lot to talk about
so which pat is showing up?
boy i hope it’s the one with a whole lot of mouth
cause if it is, security ain’t gonna have a chance to walk you out
but to prove i’m smarter than i look
i’ma use the art of war to chalk you out
everybody, i turned 30 this year
my name: marvin o’neil
i’ve been rapping 10 plus, i blew two major deals
i never knew my father i was raised by my mother
oldest of three boys i got two little brothers
one is 21 and he’s always on some sl1ck sh-t
my other little brother is 16 and autistic
that means, his mind works a little slower but his heart’s all pure
so half of every dollar i make goes to finding a cure
real sh-t pat
i rap to give him a new life
if anybody jeopardizes that i am willing to do life
so don’t get flagged for some foul sh-t you say tonight
cause i will put you in the stars for trying to earn new stripes
i stopped caring two battles ago
sh-t got especially messy
i wasn’t on my a game, so i apologize to ness lee and pesci
cause i was uninspired, but now i’m unretired
to get y’all top man k!lled, gr-ssy knoll, gunman fire
the sh-t he spit, makes him sound like the pr-ck
who ditched chicks but we never see the b-tch
he a f-cking liar
i put heat to his moist -ss, i’m a f-cking dryer
you can’t trump me, boss of all bosses, you f-cking fired
you ole’ fake -ss n-gga
i feel like big sean how you stole my flow you drake -ss n-gga
so that’s why i’m in your town, faded off the brown; nino
we wish you’d quit crying in your blogs; emo
he said he moonwalk in steel toe
what he ce-meant b-tches had him sleeping with the fishes; nemo
you say white guys are the best shooters?
you gotta prove that lingo
when i put a 47 on your back; kirilenko
i wasn’t even gonna take this battle, the money wasn’t adding up
i ain’t wanna beat a dead horse
you said you felt bad enough
but then the battle dropped and that ratchet stuff you backed it up
so that’s why i’m here to put an end to this fake f-ggot f-ck
get outta here man

[round 1: pat stay]
the best shooters, are the white guys
you’re just mad you can’t even dunk
psst, your b-tch calls me “white chocolate” and swallows my macadamia nut
what you know about basketball anyways, you’re too fat you can’t even run
by the time you put the ball around your back the game will be done
look, no more mr. nice guy
f-ck this battling business, i’m sick of the sh-t
battle rappers are a bunch of f-ggots and b-tches
y’all mistaking my kindness for weakness
the sleeping giant is peeking the beast inside of me
is finally free it’s been tied to a leash now it’s time to release
see, i’ve tried to be on some professional sh-t
but y’all be on that wrestling tip
so next one to get disrespectful outside of a battle gets smashed in the head with a brick
drunk or sober it’s f-cking over, i’m chucking boulders
straight up, i come from ‘scotia
you either walk past me tough and bump my shoulder
i’ll cut your throat slower than a russian soldier
now i didn’t wanna get personal with you but you made this a personal issue
so don’t be surprised if during the middle of one of your verses i hit you
since that bouncer murdered your friend proof i can’t imagine the hurt that you’ve been through
but you both took shots at bender
so the he-rs- he was in will perfectly fit you
his pops did leave when he was 16
that ain’t funny at all is it?
and he does got a brother who’s autistic
i hope that f-cking r-t-rd gets it
i’ll roll up on him like, “what’s up with the gang signs?
what crew is you with?”
grab his little mental face and smack the f-cking drool off his lips
spit going everywhere, rip open his teddy bear
whip him over the head then kick his mental chair down a set of stairs
who f-cking cares?
no wonder your father left who’d wanna spend on a fat piece of sh-t like you
you mad right now
i dare you to throw a jab right now
my squad’s deadly they already wanna spaz right now
i’m rock steady, this pot belly’d, sweaty, slob is not ready
you throw a punch that’s slow as f-ck, i go and duck you drop heavy
he’s sad right now
heart pumping so fast right now
he just wants to make his dead homie proud right now
your boy proof is looking down through the clouds right now
wanting to smack you like the dad you never had right now
real talk…rest in peace to proof
i ain’t disrespecting a man who’s defenseless that’s something he would do
see i knew that sh-t about proof was taking sh-t too far
that was me just showing proof of what a b-tch you are

[round 2: marvwon]
what up p-ssy?
me and you got a couple things to straighten out
i show love to every one of my b-tches, so b-tch what the hate about?
pat’s problem is not him holding his liquor
it’s black american battle rappers hoeing this n-gga
so all that fight live sh-t, i found out it’s all rap
i saw with all four of my eyes, so my words is all fact
cause when me and pes’ was dancing, the n-gga was “rah rah” and all that
’til i walked up on him, then he decided to fall back
c’mon pat you had reach, you should’ve dropped my -ss or something
that’d been a good look
you would’ve been king of the dot’s math or something
i’ve stalled you out once, if you jump stupid again i’ma play
but he don’t want beef, no he peaceful, pat namaste
and me sonning pat like this is not a diss
so let me break down why i’m one of the main reasons that pat stay exist
see my career is much more than a win or a loss
cause when people say my name they mention me as a boss
and it’s not cause of the striking resemblance to ricky ross
it’s cause i helped build the bridge you using to get across
i was one of the first that made it cool to have humor and bars
so any success you ever see, just know you doing marv’
because of proof, i’m a monster
with some truth and some honor
you part time, i run the darkside, luke, i’m your father
and before you made that f-cked up decision, we could’ve ran it together
but now everything you’ve ever done, i’ma do better
so i’ll kick your front door down
your mom like, “who’s breaking in?”
i’ll pistol whip your grandfather, gun b-tt, break his chin
drown your baby sister in the water she’s bathing in
and put your little poodle that’s shaven, into a rude awakening
and if your granny wanna step up?
i’ll let her live to tell the story
on how i did your family dirty, every detail was gory
i just spelled it out pat, you corny
you overrated, you bore me
i just put 2 + 2 together, b-tch you’ve got nothing for/four me

[round 2: pat stay]
look, you’re right
in our little beef after looking at the tape you’d think he put me in my place
but a minute and thirty seconds of that footage got erased
see, i got kicked out, said, “come outside.”
but they edited that cause he cried and complained
and if that ain’t the truth then corey charron lied to my face
but that night a lot of feelings got hurt
got a hundred e-mails from fans that i apparently disrespected and treated like dirt
like, “you’re a bully. you’re supposed to be a role model. you’re just a mean little jerk.”
i’m a f-cking battle rapper, we’re the rudest f-cking people on earth
y’all seen me, i was drunk and obnoxious
stumbling, mumbling nonsense
making faces behind organik back, ducking and dodging
if i would’ve swung like a man you would’ve punched me unconscious
but he knew if he missed it was over cause he’d be f-cking exhausted
you old fat b-tch
marv’ i’d ruin you in a fight
you’re 43 years old marvin, the f-ck are you doing with your life?
i mean c’mon marvin, ya old plumber
who the f-ck let starvin’ marvin through?
i’ll rip that pack of hot dogs off the back of your neck and throw a barbecue
you don’t scare me ya old bag, you’re like larry holmes age
you got hairy gross legs with varicose veins
i feel like dropping his old -ss
but his posture is so bad, he brings a whole new meaning to rocking a throwback
man, y’all should’ve heard this old fart last time he was here
he told me he knew some tricks, i’m like, “d-mn, where they at dawg?”
he pulls a quarter out from behind my ear
like what an old f-cking goat
he’s like, “okay, okay, one more joke.”
grabs my face, i’m like, “ayo don’t touch me bro.”
he’s like, “nah, look. i got your nose.”
yo and he thinks he some type of f-cking s-x machine
comes out like he’s quagmire
b-tch, you got so many chins, you make shawn michael’s leg tired
last event we was about to get on this b-tch but i heard a rumor he caught the h.i.v
i said, “you sure you don’t have aids?” i said, “i’m positive.”
yo but he hit it solo and when he went down on the b-tch’s c-nt
she said she could actually feel him doing the alphabet with his tongue
i talked to the girl
he said when she was riding him her toes started to curl
of course it felt good she was sitting on top of the world
you’re ugly as sh-t, dumb as a brick, 106
your brother’s a b-tch
and your gut is so big you got stretch marks from it
so if proof is in the pudding, you should check marv’s stomach

[round 3: marvwon]
what up p-ssy?
you prolly like when i call you “p-ssy” and sh-t
see i’d have called you “a little b-tch” but “p-ssy” got such a better fit
it was so many things i could’ve called you pat, face it
i could’ve called you “the world’s worst best friend”
or “canada’s premier undercover racist”
see that sh-t you said about jeff in your raps about them tats on his back had me wondering
how could you have possibly have known all that?
i mean you made it sound like fact, like there is no inference
then i realized, best friends usually do have similar interests
so the sh-t that you say, it was all wack son
when i know the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
that you secretly wanna hang the blacks from
i found out pat hate black people but not for reasons you’d -ssume
it’s not really a shocker, it won’t surprise too many people in this room
but if he had his way, there wouldn’t be a darkie to be found
because then, pat stay, would be the coolest n-gga in town
he knew, if the world was lily white and there wasn’t a darker spot
then he wouldn’t remind us so much of homeboy from barbershop
and i can tell by all his gold nugget jewelry and his very low fade
that if he never had ’em, pat probably prayed that he could grow braids
he the type when everybody white, he’s like, “what’s up my n-gga?!”
until a real n-gga come around then it’s, “what’s up my…ninja.”
all in his jumps drinking colt 45
pat, black people don’t drink colt 45
look he’s sad right now
he gon’ front like he can’t get a cab right now
he wishes he was black soooo bad right now
see i used to have love for you pat, but you took it too far
i’d tell you to be yourself but you obviously don’t know who the f-ck you are
you clayton bigsby -ss n-gga, disrespecting your own race
pat if your nose was on fire i wouldn’t spit in your face

no, yes i would, i take that back

[round 3: pat stay]
i remember you trying to say arsonal punked me
nah, i just couldn’t be played for a fool
i wasn’t one of his little students he couldn’t take me to school
i wasn’t tripping over that sh-t at the end, that’s what he wanted me to do
so i turned my back and walked away like your father did to you
and he’s right, i did do a blog, it was a pretty deep apology
cause y’all had me feeling sorry for nothing and suckas was being salty
now it just makes me laugh like your brother’s cerebral palsy
and evil thoughts like beating off while he’s convulsing
f-ck him and stephen hawking
no mercy
yeah, i’m a drunk, the liquor hurts me
i’d pour so out for your dead homies but i’m thirsty
i’m on some other sh-t
i hope when your father f-cking split he called your mom a “b-tch”
raped you and sucked your r-t-rded brother’s d-ck
a freak show, my reach is like dhalsim with a cheat code
inspector gadget pimp slap, shattering your cheek bone
i creep low then pounce like an animal in beast mode
bounce if you see me start growling and my t–th show
i go nuts at will like uncle phil
shoot your brother in the face and say he must’ve fell
get drunk as h-ll and tell chuck liddell to go f-ck himself
d-mn right i’m an alcoholic, what the f-ck did you think?
welcome to canada you f-cking moron, everybody drinks
aside from that sh-t, you’re a has been
you’ll never get signed rapping
you’re the most annoying sh-t to pop up on the net since livejasmine
if your ride crashes on the ride back and you die i’ll cry laughing
if you fly back i’ll pay dizaster to hijack it and crash it like, “die f-ggot!”
speaking of bombs, i got some sh-t to get off of my chest
of course i’m bitter, they paid him twice what i got
the h-ll y’all expect? i’ll do what the f-ck i want
don’t tell me to show respect on the set
i have no controller like an x-box kinect
i never wanted a t-tle shot, the chain belongs to sketch
but everyone knows if i wanted that sh-t i’d yank it off his neck
and i don’t have to lie

[sketch menace]
battle me! battle me!

{pat gets p-ssed off and starts yelling to sketch menace}

[pat stay]
f-ck it, that’s my ending bar
i say, who’s sketch menace?
some f-cking dude jeff’s friends with
but he knows he gets all his writtens cause he’s a f-cking sucka so suck a d-ck
don’t f-cking talk during my sh-t i’ll punch your head off

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