lirik lagu king of the dot - pat stay vs math hoffa
[round 1: pat stay]
ready?
what up ho
yo i knew you wasn’t as tall as me man
sh-t you try and reach my head
you look like you part of the clan
and math ain’t sh-t to me, i cheated on all my exams
so you already know i got this sh-t in the palm of my hand
you think i’m scared of you?
dose me i dare you to try
i’m something terrible
stare into the glare in these eyes
a f-cking animal, a caribou compared to a lion
a bear on its hind legs ready to rip a deer by its spine
a hannibal, covered in blood with my hands in the sky
and paint my face with it smeared on my eyes like ancient native american tribes
he claims he packs that 9 milli, but that’s clearly a lie
cause it’s simple mathematics, you never carry a 9
the math professor, about to school you
cl-ss in session, p-ss your test in
put your hands up if you have a question
i’ma teach yo’ -ss a lesson, sn-tch your pencil
snap it in half then rapidly stab your neck
till the gash looks like a staph infection
you couldn’t last a second in this cl-ss, or grasp the academics
there’s charts and graphs
and your bars don’t have connection like phones with bad reception
pat’s a legend like map directions
cast reflections that crack gl-sses and smash the lenses
and i’m mad dyslexic, i read the wrong way a lot
so i’ll twist your cap backward since you want to be pac
i’ll give you another one of those check this
i just battled ice, the wolf, a close match up
two real dudes, that’s why it was such a dope battle
you just faced arsonal, but see what y’all have in common is you’re both actors
only thing you have in common with wolf is your flow backwards
pac, wolf, flow backwards?
i slow roast rappers ’til they’re so black joe jackson will cold smack them
mob sh-t, roll past him in an old fashioned volkswagen
like the wiser’s brotherhood; slow, clapping
no acting, thick like a wool jacket
i’ll pull back and make you do a full back flip
bull mastiff, predator drone blasting
round 1, math is done, closed casket
[round 1: math hoffa]
right now, patty is like “finally…daddy is spending time with me.”
well i’m sorry pat but i don’t think your father’s black
and besides, hollohan was on the line with me
when organik was banging your moms out
hollohan turned and asked me privately
he said, “excuse me brother, but do you have an extra rubber?”
i said, “i’m sorry, but i don’t think you’re the same size as me.”
then he said, “aw f-ck it i don’t need it.” then he thumbed up and winked his eye at me
and i ain’t trying to cry in pee so i stepped off the line quietly
now i’m sure the reason crossed your mind
i saved myself the awful time
of sitting in the clinic feeling like i t-tty f-cked a porcupine
cause this n-gga hollohan be burning b-tches so bad he even caught some time
don’t y’all have free health care up here?
now that’s sick, but i ain’t come out here for sponge god, i came for patrick
you pink like a p-ssy
but a star is not your hat fit
you attack kids, the deceased, autism, you need your -ss kicked
so i’ma break you down cause i’m a master with this rap sh-t
my facts hit ya like rza playing a ninja blacksmith
sucka free boss
sucka free
why the f-ck you claiming that sh-t?
when everybody know you and the g.o.d. you smoking crack with
be out back, muah muah, sucking on a gl-ss d-ck
now you pat stay fans, close ya eyes
get in a zone and relax
visualize nova scotia, dartmouth…an open door in a local flat
you go inside, you walk to the living room and who’s sitting on the sofa? pat
now immediately you get excited cause you a fan and that’s how you supposed to act
you go approach for dap and a cloud of smoke makes you choke and hack
the smell is like wet -ss
that’s when you finally notice pat, suck a pipe
f-ck ya life, your favorite battle rapper is smoking crack
i mean i couldn’t believe my ears when you confirmed it on the youtube
they said you was a dope rapper but who knew you do whoos?
i mean why smoke crack?
was it a ploy to be blacker?
did you misunderstand a black man that called you a “cracker”?
you see pat, smoking crack might get you more known as a rapper
but there’s a chain reaction
instead of staying rich you pr-ne to dizaster
and crack don’t make you think about goals and your squad’s lane
so i guess all your hopes after this are cane/arcane
you don’t got bars like that
you do seinfeld impressions and smoke hard white crack
so try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack
and i’ll be here second round to bring the bars right back
[round 2: pat stay]
you always saying “i’m the realest”
are you? i don’t believe for a second
cause if you were you wouldn’t have to feel the need to address it
your definition of “real” is intimidating the weak and defenseless
but there’s a difference between being feared and being respected
see i’m a stand up loyal dude and to the streets i’m a legend
the same hand i’ll reach out to help i’ll beat you to death with
so f-ck a dose i’ma lethal injection and the needle’s infected
so if math tests or even questions me i’ll teach him a lesson
that tough guy act is a scream for attention
maintaining it must be h-ll
you think canadians are soft cause we’re nice but y’all are just scared to leave your cells
see that new york permanent tough guy act to me is just a scream for help
cause you f-cking americans are stuck in this character and can’t even be yourselves
everyday you gotta put on that tough mood
god that must bug you
his moms be like, “love you.”
he be like, “whatever. f-ck you.”
he’s an insecure little b-tch, soft; emo
wears a hat every battle cause he’s bald; chemo
ready?
math hoffa, hairline like your grandpapa
he’ll snap on ya if you try to sn-tch his hat off him
male patterned baldness, ain’t that some dog sh-t?
look up math hoffa’s six battles if you haven’t saw it
he won’t even take off his hat for the national anthem
but you gotta put one against ya chest, so he carries a spare one
yo, what kind of sh-t is that?
he goes swimming in his fitted hat
eh, he’ll give you daps but he’ll never ever tip his cap
i know you hate that sh-t
bald is beautiful matthew, embrace that sh-t
eh, real sh-t though
and the way you beg for murda mooks attention so sad it’s disgusting
it’s like you’re obsessed with him
do you wanna battle or f-ck him?
and ever since calicoe punked him his verses just don’t have any substance
cause his career was built off being a bully and math never done sh-t
that’s what acting so tough gets, you could’ve amounted to something
every battle you’ve done since has been counter productive
you went from the highest paid battler to rapping for practically nothing
you turned your road to success into a path of destruction
now your whole world’s caving in
bang, now your baby’s sick
karma’s swinging back for slinging crack to that pregnant b-tch
dose get his way with him, chrome to his cranium
cl!ck, cl!ck boom turns his dome to a stadium!
[round 2: math hoffa]
he tried to diss me for the baldy
i bet i get more p-ssy
every day i get realer, you just get more p-ssy
and why you using dose bars? why don’t you use your bars p?
you just mad cause drake came here to hear my bars p
i’m on the road but i still pack the house like an rv
math hoffa and king of the dot, oh it’s a movie
so many people wanted to see this blackout i thought i was boosie
pat you ain’t scary at all, you just tall and you goofy
i bet this red devil be hanging out with officer doofy
you outta salute me
if you wanted to shoot me i’ll respond with the clips like i was talking with bootsie
i k!ll n-ggas, hollohan’s clan oughta recruit me
you trying to get it popping, this cross is a doozy
like when diz’ parents not around, it’s off with your kufi
this just a warm up, i’ma put you through a torture rack
i heard you trying to get on url, i know the boss of that
so why don’t you drop that n bomb while you getting off your raps
and right after you finish that bar i’ll let you talk to smack
but you from scotia, straight up
so if i walk past and bump your shoulder
you slip my throat slower than a russian soldier
that’s how i know you sleep
cause in the streets i see you come up closer
you bump my shoulder, especially someone that doesn’t know ya
right on a bump, off a hunch, i untuck my toaster
you turn i shoot your neck out like a f-cking cobra
that’s how brooklyn do
every time i look at you
i wanna put a fist, knife, bullet or a foot in you
ain’t no crook in you
i had to do this before drake
real n-ggas hate your face more than them court dates
it’s f-cking over
this kid’s a fairy
i seen him choke on a the saurus
but i bet he suck a d-ck and a dictionary
i run up on him like, “how you gonna harm me fiend?
you in a gnarly dream that you charlie sheen.”
i got some yardies that’ll catch you at a party scene
and leave your skull all over your clothes like ed hardy jeans
cause all you do is fish pat
and that’s a quote
but we ain’t ever seen you throw a hook so that’s a hoax
it was fishy, you was calling arsonal a fake crip and cracking jokes
cause if he came across some real c’s/seas, pat will (paddle) boat
you don’t got bars like that
you do seinfeld impressions and smoke hard white crack
so try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack
and i’ll be here third round to bring the bars right back
[round 3: pat stay]
it’s about to get real personal
real personal, i hate to say it
y’all gonna wanna hear this
your grandma looks like goldust
but she a pro that hoe’s nice
bends over like the b-tch rolled dice her whole life
and the head was the best ever
she even let all my friends get her
that b-tch went through more [?] than fred penner
pat stay peep the mack game, clean cut with a jacked frame
stepping up where the hoes at, pssst, axe spray
eh, tugging on my dang-a-lang, strutting through your hood where all the gangsta’s hang
and they be chucking deuces like orangutans
straight from the get go, i let it be known i wasn’t f-cking around
i earn my respect without d-ck riding and sucking up to the crowd
remember? i came here by myself and i ain’t scared of no motherf-ckers
his whole crew is like a halloween in the ghetto, just a bunch of suckers
so go ahead, do exactly what the people expected
bring up that old autism sh-t as if you were deeply affected
cause trying to turn the crowd against me is just cheap and pathetic
but if that’s what you have to do to beat me than at least you accept it
see me and marv had a problem so i had to disrespect him
check them
got up in that -ss; r-ct-m
and that means you get emotional, that’s how i can tell you soft
you got an autistic brother too, i’ll kick his f-cking helmet off
eh, catch me dropping a big ole’ stank of sh-t in a handicap stall
a r-t-rded b-tch comes wheeling up in here get her f-nny pack robbed
“give me my candy back!”
“nah.”
smack ’em out of clammy palm
then toss around like jazzy jeff with her granny panties half off
eh, i’m on my white boy sh-t, better get it straight
i’m a white boy in every single way
uh huh, got the top score in every single game
what? i f-cking watch p-rn every single day
i’m on my white boy sh-t
figured it was all a game ’til i’m at your door with a reciprocal saw swinging a ball and chain
i’ll f-cking bust in your crib buck naked just swinging like carlton banks
like, “yeah b-tch! now don’t ever say your d-cks are bigger than ours again!”
yo, first time i listened to chocolate rain…i f-cking kicked my dog in the face
he lift up his leg to p-ss and i punched him in the f-cking d-ck like johnny cage
yeah, i got mad black in my family so i’d hate to make this a race war
but if you stereotype like i’m scared cause i’m white i’ll break your face with a skateboard
he was trying to call me racist before
but that’s wack as sh-t
he just got the wrong impression when i said i was riding through the hood and cracked my whip
but i ain’t prejudiced even half a bit
sh-t i could give a rats if you african
this my homie zeno and that motherf-cker is black as sh-t
eh, he’s a closet h0m-, keeps it on the low low
you probably know though, hump backs like quasimodo
his pops expected it from how he always he always wanted pogos
and by his wrists and how easy he can walk a yo-yo
i caught him checking out my hoodie, i was rocking polo
he was staring at the horse’s d-ck on the logo
mafioso, i’ll c-ck the fo’ fo’, pop it and watch in slow mo
as his b-tch’s head goes in a circle like a versace logo
i’ll drop this h0m- f-ggot
my reach is so long i could throw blows standing and no mo’ slander i go solo
banging, komodo dragon i’ll go-go gadget fold yo’ -ss in half like a rolled up mattress
i blackout, woke up and don’t know what happened
it’s photographic
cause all i can picture is snapping is taking shots and seeing flashes
photographic, picture snapping, taking shots and seeing flashes
see my raps go over heads like turbans so i slow it down then, f-ck it
i don’t need no punchline sh-t
i’ll paint the picture plain and simple for you, suck my d-ck!
i’m pat stay, i already f-cking won this sh-t
so i’ma end this f-cking battle off just like this
sucka
[round 3: matt hoffa]
pat ’bout to be swayze
you gon’ wish you died in your sleep
see your life is like the movie ghost in my eyes and it’s deep
cause i seen your best friend set you up to die at your peak
and you should hide from them black guys that rise from the street
but i don’t wanna bring up race, cause i know it ain’t right, right?
i mean the race sh-t is fun, but it got old, like excite bike
but i was thinking about your career and i came up with a bright light
on how i could expose pat stay and what his life’s like
you ever notice the similarities on all your biggest fight nights?
think about your weigh ins (wayans) brother, you ever feel like you white mike?
but pat think he the joker {matt flips his tongue a bunch} y’all see the way his tongue be popping out
that sh-t h-lla g-y and it make me just wanna knock him out
i guess that make you drago and i be playing rocky bal’
but drago was a champion and dizaster is the top renown
i bet if organik said, “i’ll give you the chain if you top me now.”
we’ll see pat stay face down longer than pacquiao
yo pat is wack, g-ssed up too, somebody pat his back, burp him
i hit his head and reverse him, show pat his back and that’s just off of jab impact
i’m only tapping pat, spin him backwards
that’s what you see when pat is tapped
matter of fact…stay
cause you my b-tch today
and i ain’t saying pause
cause “stay” ain’t a word i say to broads it’s what i say to dogs
it’s time i show my neighbors, your behavior need a change of course
you need to pay the cost for what you claiming, cause you ain’t a boss
let’s take this canadian battle league
this ain’t the one you came up off, but this the one you make your paper off
why is it that they endorse an arab from cali and gave him the t-tle chain to floss
when you and hollohan could easily be the face up north
is it because they don’t wanna see you two crack heads caking off?
i mean, i personally know, you only getting paid a fourth
of what they paid me to fly over and flame your corpse
now in my mind, my logic, that sh-t sound like a major loss
which makes you the lamest f-cking boss i ever came across
see if i ain’t take a plane here, i probably would take a horse
cause i’m like django, at the bar getting paid to off
and you over here fighting for your life cause you the slave of choice
and organik is calvin candie
cause we was both on the cell, i asked for dizaster, that’s when he spoke and said, “well…
i don’t sell the n-ggers i don’t want to sell.”
y’all see how i’m just k!lling him softly?
even if i was p-ssy i couldn’t get k!lled by a softie
i thought organik was showing me love bringing me in to support me
but now i see, he was trying to help stay up by bringing in coffee
i gave you pure comedy, you don’t deserve hot quotes
matter of fact, your whole career is like a knock knock joke
knock knock, ask me
(who’s there?)
pat stay
(pat stay who?)
exactly!
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