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pat stay vs. nils m/ skils - o-zone battles lyrics

[round 1: pat stay]
now you listen here whistle d*ck
i hate your f*ckin’ guts
you stupid boring, unenthusiastic, beavis looking f*ck
you have the personality of a crusty white dried up piece of dog sh*t
i ain’t even gonna rap this battle, this schmuck i’ve been meaning to have a little talk with
now some people think you’re a amazing just cause you rap in your second language
and that sh*t’s cute but it doesn’t excuse you being a skinny little f*cking f*ggot
you have nothing to you
no character no prominence
no style, no charisma, no energy, no confidence
you on some robotics sh*t
slow mo walkin’ sh*t
so choppy when he takes turns his whole body shifts
he’s lookin’ like any minute now if i keep rippin’ on him as hard as this
he’ll start to twitch and his ears will be shootin’ out sparks and sh*t
yo, i bet you sneeze with your mouth closed and don’t even blink
i have that, “i just farted on a packed elevator” face and hope it don’t stink
you creep
you don’t even bend your knees when you walk
f*ckin’ freak
quit clenching your t**th when you talk
yo, he’s definitely somebody’s stalker
got her schedule up in his locker
oh, would you look at that nils it’s 8 o’clock, little becky just got home from soccer
look at him, he’s a f*cking serial k!ller
sketchy, disgusting and awkward
he dives feet first with a straight face when he jumps in the water
yo, it’s so exhausting to watch him rockstar that his heads on the front of their bottle
red bull is one of his sponsors
just did a cover for monster
my sleeping pills haven’t been working so i figured i’d get me some drugs that were stronger
went to the clinic and the prescription i got from the doctor was a ticket to one of his concerts
i hate you
i’m not even actin’
i wanna haul off and smack him
knock off them foggy glasses and when they drop just stomp and smash them
target practice, striking from the side like a box of matches
leave him in a body cast and autograph him in blood as charles manson
{pat picks up nils}

i hate you! aaaaargh!

[round 1: nils m/ skils]
now f*ck you, your enormous frame and all your raps
liftin’ your opponent in a tight hug, how f*ckin’ corny is that?
you’re stupid as f*ck for not backing out
i’m battling pat stay what the f*ck is there to be all enthusiastic about?
you’re big, you’re ugly but you’re not good at rappin’
he tried to punk me into takin’ that side of the stage, it’s not gonna happen
you my friend, are one goofy assh0l*
your life outside of battlin’ is a huge fiasco
i’m not jimmy pistol, you try to wet w*lly me, you’ll still lose the battle
now most people see you losin’ but autistic people greet him like “respect dawg. respect!”
you’re big but your ex says you’re not anatomically correct
now tell me, when you go shopping at the big and tall
how do you feel about your little b*lls?
i bet your favorite rapper is biggie smalls
you need to seriously stop watching animal planet while you write your sh*t son
mister constantly referencing the animal kingdom
{mocking pat} i’m a big thick dog with a clenched jaw
feel the wrath of a silverback gorilla
i’ll react as quick as african several cat
what? instead of battling you’re just comparing yourself to animals now?
[?] canibus cause he wrote, “the wise owl laughs at the crowd.”
15 battles from now, imagine his corny ass running out of cool animals like, “i’m a little frog leaping off the grass.”
i stay fully booked, look at my successful career has got to hurt you
i just made more than yours is gonna total off of 10 bars in an airline commercial
this your life, i do this crazy english sh*t on the side for fun
{mocking pat} i ain’t the dude you wanna leave your wallet with
of course not, you’re a bum
time
[round 2: pat stay]
this guy mentioned i wouldn’t take his side and punk him?
this kid is crazy
listen lazy, i just picked you up and shook you like a f*ckin’ little baby
you the scariest sight
i’ve never seen such an alien life, ariyan dyk* so pale in my life
all scaly and white
probably has a tail and it bites
are you scared of the light?
is that camera too bright?
man, you alright?
you can handle this, right?
you have the s*x appeal of an electric eel and probably wearing the same sandals as christ
yo, those is some sucky ass biceps
can’t even drive a muscle car
my uncle marv’ punches harder than you and he ain’t got no f*ckin’ arms
this little chucky doll could put brass knuckles on
run up and sucker me in the f*ckin’ jaw
and i’d brush it off like hair from a fluffy little f*ckin’ puppy dog
jesus christ
nils skils, shut your pale face, you jail bait
my cell mate
yell “rape”, i’ll make your time behind h*ll’s gate a snail race
boy i’d have you scared straight if you was with me in the slammer
in the cell across from you, just watchin’ you as you eat a banana
you f*ckin’ mute
you’re so pathetic and small it’s f*ckin’ cute
he’s the type of guy you just pass by like, “what’s up?”
he be like, “umm. nothing. you?”
go to give him props he’ll get all lost and doesn’t know what to do
if a girl walked up to him and asked him the time he’d f*ckin’ puke
oh wait, he has a wife
i know, they must be the most boring couple ever
like how many god d*mn times can you discuss the f*ckin’ weather?
yo, i bet when they have s*x they look like they’re stuck together
{pat mimics them having s*x}
“oh. ohh f*ck. oh f*ck. well, here we go. i’m gonna cum. oh, whatever.”
like sh*t, this dude is awkward as h*ll
he rocks a bluetooth but not for a cell, but for an excuse to talk to himself
i don’t even believe this dude is a human he’s not even real
he’s one of them things off of the movies that’s like a robot that he built
{pat taps nils forehead}
hey nils why did you send your avatar to spit your battle bars?
ha
and why would you choose this?
i can only imagine how much of a f*g you are
i’ll slap him hard
that’s all i got to say, keep lookin’ at my shoes cause you suck like sh*t
[round 2: nils m/ skils]
this battle is fast becoming so g*y it’s crazy
this lame will just admit to shakin’ babies
{mocking pat} “viking lord
light a torch than i’m off in the night it’s time for war.”
what kind of grown man writes lord of the rings type of sh*t like that?
it sounds like your ghost writers are a confused with a fitted hat and a wizard staff
{mocking pat} “a knife/sword with a frame made from a dinosaur’s spinal cord
sharpened against the rhino’s h*rn, when you swing it it sounds like a lion’s roar.”
psst
f*ckin’ douche bag
{mocking pat} “how do i convince people that my imaginary viking sword is [?]”
dinosaur, rhino, lion. whoa, that’s a good combo!”
now raise your hand and repeat after me if you want to be right at one thing
i lost the battle to jimmy by default because of my viking sword scheme
i will never again, and this goes for battles, songs and freestyle sessions
rap about animals or medieval weapons
and your mom doesn’t hate you she just acknowledges the fact that you’re a piece of sh*t
you should be doing something with your life
you just want to hang out with tall people and talk about tall people sh*t
like how “normals” get stuck behind you at a concert and they’re constantly b*tchin’
or how you hate it when a chandelier is blocking your vision
he’s just gassed actin’ like he can beat me on a bad day
but when it comes to being the underdog and still winnin’ this whole sh*t i’m just [?], pat stay
thank you

[round 3: pat stay]
now i didn’t want to get personal with you
but you have a very personal issue
and as a person who’s been through some personal sh*t too
the sh*t’s too hurtful to sit through
cause see i’ve had some struggles with addiction myself, which i’ll be the first to admit to
so even though your addiction is different, i can relate to a certain extent too
you’re broke, and the thugs on the corner you owe debts to
plus it’s the first and the rents due
and your circle of friends who encouraged you into this sh*t are now turning against you
mom’s found you in her purse in her bedroom, crying like, “look what you’ve turned yourself into.”
cause your addiction to steroids has made you so massive she can’t find a shirt that’ll fit you
like look at yourself
what do you wanna be so monstrous for?
it’s like a f*ckin’ obstacle course just to walk through a door
you’re as strong as a horse
what was wrong with your body before?
you come back from the gym lookin’ like you fought in the war
i mean he like, “boom” tank diesel
look at the size of those traps
how wide is yo’ back?
you’re so jacked
how do you wipe your own ass?
and i know you’re gonna mention my shotty battle and them lines i reused
well jokes on you cause that scheme i just clowned you with, i used them lines on him too
haha, sucka
aye, haha y’all know them noises that sound like voices your gut be makin’ when your stomach is empty?
well he’s so skinny his be havin’ like full out political conversations and discussions against me
shh, wait, i think it has something to tell me
it wants something healthy
a sub from the deli
your rumbling belly and tummy are yelling, “i’m hungry as h*ll. please somebody help me.”
three words his mom used to say he’d always ignore
“supper is ready”
yo, i came here for some swedish meatb*lls and got some sucky spaghetti
oh aye, and you know that shotty battle i was just about, but the lines are reused
jokes on you again b*tch cause i used them lines on him too
haha
you think i care about this battle?
don’t kid yourself
your sh*t could be sick as h*ll and i could be more entertaining if i stood here and sh*t myself
you’re welcome for the opportunity
you owe me one
now hurry the f*ck up so i can have some swedish meatb*lls and go get drunk

[round 3: nils m/ skils]
now after this round people will be talkin’ like, “yeah, pat got slaughtered for sure.”
and you’ll be sitting in the corner crying like, “why you gotta be so monstrous for?”
now lets talk about why you always keep a d*ld* made from wood in your car
see your dad used to rape your brothers all the time but you just couldn’t get hard
you’d always cry like, “why can’t i get the love the other kids get?”
and ever since then you’ve felt like there’s a hole inside you that needs to be filled up by a big d*ck
at age eight, pat had had enough and that’s when he confessed it
“i’ll grow up to be a different kind of man than my dad
all my kids will be molested.”
and sometimes i pray to god, maybe there isn’t one
but if there is i’m pretty sure you’ll have an autistic son
when pat was a construction worker the other guys would force him to strip tease and do thongs
they even made him learn how to moonwalk with his steel toed boots on
and being the cameraman for hollohan’s crack p*rn must’ve been a little odd
especially when your big sister gave him that rim job
afterwards you were upset asking her if she’d do anything to see some cash
she was like, “nah, i don’t care about the money
i don’t even like jeff. i just like eatin’ ass.”
now he’s just gassed actin’ like he could beat me on a bad day
but i was the underdog and i still won this whole sh*t i’m [?] pat stay
thank you

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