King of the Dot, Illmac, Pat Stay - Pat Stay vs. Illmaculate (Title Match) lyrics

Man listen lil homie
Folks act like the outcome is already decided
Said I'll beat him anywhere but here
Like y'all really that bias
But, I don't buy it cause
This is nothing personal
No animosity or none of that that's my man
After this we'll probably get drunk in fact
This might come as a shock
But I fuck with Pat
No? You just ain't gonna have my
Fucking back from the jump
Well damn now I feel like your brother Pat
His bro got jumped over some
Shit this clown provoked
Loyalty says blood's thicker than water
Betrayal says you can drown in both
Let's go
Punches have his blood dropping by the liter
We ain't on the same plane
Now you flying with Aaliyah
Shit, last World Dom his bitch
Topped me in the theater
While you was home beating meat
Like Rocky in the freezer
Stick and jab Drago that swag shit is corny
You just getting gassed… throttle
Now you can filter that
Paint a picture fans follow
But that shit only works at
Home like an Instagram model
Somebody tell his bitch ass watch
When he spit's that verse
Or get his bag ass popped
Like the implant burst
Guarantee he'll make a short joke
And the roof will blow
What's funny is you gotta look up to me
In battles you stoop as low as you can go
See the thing about being short:
There's always room to grow
Like this ain't the Mac y'all
Used to know it's 20
Y'all gassed him… now his fuel is low
So for three verses I leave Earth
Like a UFO in cruise control
Remove your soul from your body
Your body gets used as coal
Remove your name from my hit list
A line through it like a music note
This the truth exposed the last
Line in Belushi's nose the change in tides
The lunar pull when the moon is full
The rise, the fall
The star and the supernovas
The fire that destroys allowing
Something new to grow
So your death will be as beautiful
As the flowers at your funeral
Throw a shot then reload when the gun fire
You getting 3-0'di'm talking steamrolled
I'm a truck driver this might be off base
But a swing make his knees
Fold like a sun visor
Funny he think's he's safe
Cause he never leaves home like the umpire
I know exactly the things you'll do
Down to the schemes he'll use
He'll belittle me and pinch my
Cheeks like "isn't he cute?"
But that's a distraction from the bars
So you focus on our size
But see I know your tricks
That's just the left hand waving
Cause the right hand wrote some mediocre shit
He uses his mass to his advantage
It's a method he's devised
Rounds are full of power poses it's
All misdirection as he hides
Take up more space
Displaying dominance in our perception
But it's lies
Cause, I'm an artist like Donatello
He's more like Raphael though his
Only weapon is his size
Why you always look like you just
Ate some bomb ass food?
There's a little left on your upper
Lip and you want that too
Ol' lick lippin' slythery bastard
Shit's a distraction
This motherfucker's hittin licks in
The middle of matches
That shit's a distraction so let's
Play a drinking game called
"Take a sip from your glasses
Every time he licks his
Lips while he's rapping"
Go ahead… at home and in the crowd
Try to keep your best count
He licks his lips under 5 times
I'll do 10 push ups before
My next round… time!

You are not a man, you will never be a man
No woman on Earth will ever look
At you as a man
Puny little loseri have zero respect
For dudes your size
Know what rhymes with dudes
Your size? Suicide
I would kill myself if I was as short as you
I'm like a motherfucking dinosaur to you
There is no fucking way I'd believe in God
You'd chop your micro dick off
To be this tall
There's not a girl in the world
That wants a guy your size
You have this forever
You try to lie and tell them
Your 5'5" like that's any better
If my girl spent the night at your house
I wouldn't even have an issue
I'd let her pop a molly and let
Her take a goddamn shower with you
You're always defensive
Because you figure people think you're a punk
You feel emasculated every time you
Get in a truck
You'll never be dominant to any
Of the women you fuck
You have the body of a 12 year
Old and every inch of it sucks
Yuckillmaculate, lil flaccid dick
The feeling that you get when you hop out
The shower and now you have to shit
You see this control?
That's a power you can't be taught
It's a natural gift
So you can rap your ass off tonight
But the fact is what you'll
Never have is 'it'
See I know it ain't fair but the
Shit ain't just about rhyme skills
And until y'all figure that out
You're another victim that I kill
See line for line you give me
A run like suicide drills
Because your punches land
But they're just not as
Explosive as mine feel field
The king give your spine chills
Look in my eyes I define real, I will
Clear this whole fucking building
Like a fire drill
Double Glocks busting shots
Till they get so fucking hot the iron peels
You a bitch you belong in
High heels and a skirt
Like the sound when tires squeal
Welcome to my homeit's pretty empty ain't it?
Freshly painted but she still
Needs some renovating
But, I'm not just about to let
You invade and redecorate it
I ain't got it all upstairs
You're welcome to rent the basement
You'll never beat me
I am not the one to lock horns with
Bite your fucking head off on
Some Ozzy Ozbourne shit right off the bat
Walk past you and blow off your hat
Wipe your name right off
The map like Yugoslavia you can not see
Nazi Pat adolf
Ate off his head already
Which Pat you want dawg?
We can go bar for bar like a pub crawl
Tell me which hand to play
Ambidextrous, unpredictable
Crooked pin in a hand grenade the loose SEAL
Lucille, like your grandma's name
I'm nice dawg! And I do it so effortlessly
Wheelchair kid from South Park you
Ain't stepping to me timmy
The greatest, i'm talking about the universe
Like a mellow hippy it's over
Like if I let my bitch
Read my message history oh hell no
Oh hell no oh hell no, gimme my cell phone
Log back into Tinder, "Hellllllo"
Yo, what's Tinder gotta do with you?
Cause if I didn't have the chain
I could've had a dope match
But, I swiped it too quick
And I'm pissed cause, i can't go back
You're not a man, grow up time!

Yo, he said the wheelchair kid in South Park
Well I can outsmart every
Nerd or outlaw Derringer
Out shot Larry Bird
Kill him like Kenny cause each round bodies
That's South Park characters
You wanna say this is your hometown?
So it ain't fair, how?
Well speaking of renting the basement
Your style says you should be
Fist pumping there now
You could never do that
Dawg, for reali don't care how big he is
I never felt no intimidation
Old Jersey Shore swag having ass
Done got himself in a Situation
Dawg, if I had to pick two
Words that best describe you Pat
"Tribal Tat" look at 'em look at 'em
That Ed Hardy belt style of
Yours I'm way beyond, say I'm wrong
You are one Affliction shirt away from
Being a walking Jager bomb
Get a grip, you can't handle bars
I don't care if Pat is large
He can be the hugest dude on the battle card
That just means when I commit this homi'
I'ma get a bigger body like an Avatar
I said, I'm contraband on the block
You're not the champ you're a fraud
Ever since you got Organik to stop Charron
From using Hollohan as a prop
Now, last title match, watch it back
Shit is weird, like if you can't handle that
Angle then switch careers
That's like the boxer before
The fight saying, "Listen clear
Set some limit's here if I get backed
In the corner, stop the bout, interfere
And whatever happens
He is not allowed to ​​​​​​​points
To chin​​​​​​​ hit me here"
That shit exposed your inner fear, now I
Feel like I'm in the whip, switching gears
Switching lanes when I steer watching
That battle in the mirror
Cause looking back it was
Closer than it appeared
And the way you lick your lips is weird
We seen your true colors
When sabotaging Charron
How you expose others weaknesses
While camouflaging your own
Like, he used to bully his opponents
That's the way that Pat one
But when he picked on Nils
I was taken back some
Then Calicoe pulled the same exact
Stunt, push his face, hat spun
And you ain't pay him back none
That was the first time we seen
The Champ Kind like Anchorman one
Nah, you know what? Fuck that
You kept it professional, I respect it
I dig it we all know Pat's a real dude cause
He tells us every five minutes
I mean we get it! We get it
But, you know who don't have to
Say they a real motherfucker?
A real motherfucker
Ain't you the same cat that wet willy'd
Jimmy and picked up meal motherfucker?
Then you in the ring with Calicoe
And shit's getting real motherfucker
All of a sudden you want
To be professionalfor real motherfucker?
What you gon' do now?
Moonwalk with steel toed boots on it's 2015
Who the fuck moonwalks and why you
Wearing steel toed boots dawg?
I mean, am I the only one
Who thinks this, I mean, what's next?
You gon' make sure your Sketchers
Tied before you Electric Slide?
That ain't swag Pat, that ain't swag
You little fuckinglittle fucking swaggot
I know you cheering Pat on
In fact y'all should be
And I can take that Ill Will
Like Smack won't book me
But, you know what you have
In common with Cassius boxing?
Getting your title stripped but it
Ain't the draft you dodging
It's these jabs I'm tossing
You think Pat gon' cook me?
It's like if you had the
Option to smash a broad
But had to ask Magic Johnson
If he had a condom
You 'bout to pass on pussy
Pat's all bully bully 'til Pat got bullied
His character switched poorly
Marvel vs Capcom Rookies, I'm past y'all
Besides, how you scared of Corey
And you like 6'5" even
I was on your side bitch
Until I seen how he gets by cheating
Now try to calm me, I'm wilding out
Cause from the Clips I'm seeing
I'm in Danja cause chilla ain't the Only One
That wins by scheming
And I know you write rebuttals
That shit's obvious to the fans
So talk about Charron or Calicoe if that
Shit bothered you as a man time!

I heard that joke you made in your song bro
About how I'm slanging cars yo
My pockets on swoll'
If not I was chopping ope
I don't know how you suckers are
So content with being dope
Happy as long as I have enough
To spend on weed and smokes
See all these motherfuckers in battle
Rap got no money
I'm whipping a motherfucking Cadillac
On chrome 20's
You see them shit's when it's sunny, psst
Oh buddy so I don't understand what the
Fuck is so funny i ride by you, you like
"Why you steal my hoe from me?" i tell him
"Keep your head up" like your nose bloody
These dudes come to every event, broke
Clothes bummy
A couple of you have even tried
To borrow my deodorant from me real talk
Get a life you've been done writing for me
For like six months
I probably would've been too but I
Kept getting my dick sucked
Every time I tried to come up
With something clever I'd get distracted
In my 'Lac like
"Bitch relax quit shuffling on my leather"
Fuck it, it's war though
Artillery under my wardrobe
Two arms at my torso like Goro
Mortal Kombatyou can't fuck with me
Mortal Kombat
Force so strong that you go through a wall
Faster than Raiden with a portal fatality
Rip your head off like I'm starting a
Lawn mower and the cord broke
I roar so loud I leave with a soar throat
Half horse like a Centaur
They about to put me in orange clothes
You don't have a fair chance
Grizzly strength
I'll murder you with my bare hands
Tear you apart, stuff you in a trunk
Head hang with the car like a
Balloon when you just get married
Then pop it like Mario Kart battle mode
Pattern so scattered but no matter if they
Were wrote backwards they'd
Be the same shit like a palindrome
You brought up shit about Calicoe
That shit was fucking corny
I could've leveled him in a second
Flat but that's another story back to you
Beating you does nothing for me
You've been gunning for me
Now the shots in the air
You got your warning
I told you I'm nothing to fuck with
Should thank me for this chance
You lucky you got this this is what I call
Turning nothing to something
Round 2and I don't need no
Short jokes for this shit
6'5" but my heart takes up most of that shit
I won't even lie it was only last week that
I wrote for this shit but all my blood
Sweat and tears was fucking
Soaked in that shit if you held my pen
You could feel my fucking pulse on that shit
Sleeping giant wanted peace and quiet
Now he's awoke and he's pissed wait hold up
I sound like an emotional bitch
Switch back to slick back
Kick back the GOAT of this shit illmaculate
Ratchet bitch with a stick of gum
I'll smack ya lips
Bank of Montreal, if I could be mo' real
Reel I would catch a fish shit, take notes
I promise you'll be better after this
You can rap your ass off 'Mac
But what you lack is this class dismissed

He got fat on short notice
And Hollohan is mad 'bout it
Cause now Pat can't even fit
In his old Klan outfit brilliant mind
Shit my pen design bending time
Got me feeling I'm in my prime like Nickle 9
Listen when he spit his rhyme
Stereo types intertwine within his
Lines his vision blind i get it
You wanna put the "big" in "bigot" fine
Pick a side
You can say Pat is running his laps
Lapse of judgement cause it's all about race
When he finish lines
Rocking fur for survival
You get murdered by tribals
It's the Apache chief, Patty's weak
So far past his peak
Everest is basically at his feet
Damn, you'll get murdered by Night Wolf
With an ax in each hand
Flick of my wrist have you stretched and
Aired out like a Japaneses fan
Maaaan, tell him to step his bar game up
This a cocktail umbrella to top shelf rum
You'll get clocked, bell rung
And after this match, I'll leave
Pat on his back, that's a job well done
Next round, tell 'em how you feel
Tell 'em how feel Pat
How heavy lies the chain
Well I'm determined to go get it
Cause he feels weighed down by that crown
And the burden that goes with it
He feels jaded
Excused for having to claw for his just due
He's created this persona he can
No longer live up to
Well what better way out?
Battle me for the chain
See part of you knew you'd lose
Part of you needs challenge to keep you sane
Cause part of you is still hungry
But that's just seeming to fade
Cause part of you is what Charron want
And that's the Pat we're seeing today
I got some questions
Why you ain't murdered nobody
On your checklist?
What's gotten you your credit?
Why they make you the face of the
League and the audience accept it?
All his battles are debatablenow it's
Obvious I get it
They made you the face of the league since
You never had a body to connect with
Calm down, calm down, you look nervous
You're cooler than that
It doesn't even matter dawg
Cause at the end of the
Day they expected a classic
Ain't expect that I'd head back with
His head in a basket
But, you reap what you sow and I'm the Reaper
So the shot don't need a vote
For me to send it senate
You would think it's Rome when I seize his
Caesar's throne
Eat him 'til the meat and bone but have
A nice ass life I keep it grown
You gon' leave alone
You a white trash wife you
Getting beat at home
You know what you gotta do to
Get a chance at the necklace?
To get a match with him
Even if the fans requested it
You gotta practically battle everyone
You gotta spit your rounds for Bishop
Sooo Pat can edit 'em
You have to have a winning record
Rebuttals go through a submission method
Apply for dual citizenship, get accepted
And fucking solve a Rubix Cube in 60 seconds
But all that is a secret
You even need his permission to use props
That would be cheating and after all that
The only draw back of the weekend
Is I had to sign a contractual
Agreement to not actual beat him
Game's over for Pat
You knew the topic that I would take
I foreshadowed with Bender that i
Was eyeing the chain
Might be going overboard but
I'm entitled to say
Either way, put us in the same boat Pat will
Paddle get his tidal title waved!
I told you they expected a classic
Ain't expected I'd head back with
His head in a basket
But me and titles? That's like
Bread and a sand which lettuce and salad
The selection of draft picks
And professional status
I'm a motherfucking legend to Patrick
Shouldn't have slept on me Pat
Now I'm putting you to sleep
This your head on a mattress
You counting sheep and last thing you
See before that second passing
Is my motherfucking necklace flashing
I'm already the champion! Let's go!
New chain let's go!

You know I could've came through
The exact same way a
Second ago but I need to speak to all y'all
Okay? For real

The King Of The Dot
You know it gets pretty lonely on top
Of that mountain believe it or not
Little chips of rocks split and fall
Off the cliff as they drop
I get closer to the edge
A dude that was supposed to be my friend
Back stabbed me in return for
Half of the cash prize
Drake said he'd put up for Charron if he wins
And what's funny about it
None of us got any money out it
Then I read on-line that Drake
Gives random stripper $20, 000
And I've kept my mouth shut
But over time it felt pretty shitty man
But, I'm still a Drizzy fan
He's a busy man he'll hit me when he can
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Making myself very vulnerable
Which some consider soft but to
The strong minded it's honorable
Always in some controversy
But that's what happens when
You're such an aura
An icon, that the limelight shines on
I know what you're thinking
"Let's hear some bars Pat what
The fuck are you doing?"
But this is my point
You can't say nothing to him
Cause there's nothing to him
Bro, those rumors about the Charron battle
Are lies I swear to God
But these are the things that people will do
To knock you down from the top
Bro it's lonely up on that little cliff
Man, look at the type of shit I deal with
Like the shit you were
Talking about with Calicoe
We spent a weekend in the same hotel
Saw him a 100 times it was
Fine, the cameras come on, now we got beef
And I don't play that poking and yapping
I ain't no little kid
It's either zero or a hundred for me
Real shit
See I'll go zero to a hundred homie
Real quick but not on a platform I use
To pay my bills with
If you knew my past you'd understand
Why I'm on some chill shit
The things I've done to people
Would make you feel sick
So I refuse to go back to the old Pat
And throw away everything that
I've worked for for some ignorant ass
Sloppy drunk little bitch
So say what you want what? He pushed my hat
"You were a punk", "All his goons were there
You were scared"
Yeah, 'Mac, if only YOU were there
Test me outside of a battle if
Anyone thinks I'm scared to fight
You should thank me cause if I did react
You wouldn't be here tonight
Everyone knows, me and the chain
We have a love hate relationship
Cause even though I know I
Can always get someone better
I still chase the bitch
And everyone's question tonight was whether
I even came to win but forget that
Just acknowledge the sacrifice I made
To say this shit bro, I don't give a fuck if
You're a two time world champ
No what I have that's a lot cooler? Girl fans
After this battle rap event
You'll be chatting about the battle rap event
Where as I'm
More interested in other things
Like having sex
Bro, while you were stressing your fucking
Ass off about winning this shit
Psst, I was in the backseat of my 'Lac
Just fucking the shit out a bitch
Fuck you, and your crappy insignificant dick
Win or lose
You gotta go home and live with that shit
So aye, if they elect you tonight, it's cool
I jump back
Plus, my next battle in London with
Hollow Da Don will trump that
Aye, end of the day, you're 5'2", I'm 6'5"
Reporting from a bird's eye viewbitch, time