[Round 1: Pat Stay]
You are not a champ
You will never be a champ
No one outside of England will ever look at you as a champ
Got his name on the back of his hat, what a weak little chump
He should turn that shit around cause Tony D is a front
Now who is the real champ let's settle that shit
You the greatest on your scene I'm the greatest on the atlas
Access to access, I straddle the map and scratch chess
Who's ass next? I got a gat left with a big black X, like your mother
You don't even have that champion vibe
Sucky face lookin' all like his whole family just died
Anthony's pride
Look a real champ in his eyes who had the balls to man up and fly
All the way from Canada cause I'm a true champion and I stand up with pride
You only battle on your own homeland where you side
Where your people chant every line and your punches land every time
It's so easy, an old PC, he needs the fans on his side
Cause he knows outside of Don't Flop he'd never get that same respect
Battle once on King Of The Dot, never seen his face again
He knows outside of Don't Flop he'd never have that same effect
Battled once on King Of The Dot, never seen his face again
All cause he choked up, so what? You oughta shake ya head
A real champ would come back stronger that's how you gain respect
You'd never be a main event
No one even knows your name but them
You don't even have a big enough buzz for other leagues to pay you yet
How dare you compare you to me, should put his ass in the Razor's Edge, break his neck
Put the can' to his mouth like, "Take ya friends."
I'm back watchin' these suckers
Uh oh, there he go
The old Pat's back, England's lovin' it, cheerio
I'm loony, don't dare me bro
Believe me, shit can get scary bro
When we met we left on a high note but I'm very low
I'll bury Tone (baritone)
You thought that Marv Won shit was rough?
You know what rhymes with "Awareness For Autism Month"?
"Who gives a fuck?"
Hear about your sister's abortion, ain't that a drag
Know what rhymes with, "Wish she had a rag"?
"Scrambled eggs"
Hey man walked out the door and called her a whore
She said, "You're kiddin' (your kid in) me."
He said, "Not anymore."
You're kiddin' me? Look, all ages are pissed at me
Abortion jokes are fine, it's all in the delivery
Aye round 1 it's gettin' hot in here
Yo fellas you know my slogan
(Get the fuck outta here)
Nah, wear a rubber get your DNA the fuck outta here
[Round 1: Tony D]
So they put the former champ versus the former champ
Made sense, right?
On paper it's an awesome match
No the shit's all wack
Cause YouTube distort the facts
I seen your battles...and in real life you're a bit taller Pat
On camera that's gonna look awkward fam'
Fuck yeah I'll still stretch that body out like a torture rack
And I wonder what sort of Pat are we gettin' for our bucks
I mean it's hard to tell which version will definitely come
That's why I had a nightmare just preppin' for the cunt
He brings more characters to the table than Eddie did to Klumps
We might be gettin' that, swagged out majestic Pat
We flex his hat direction back, cool as an electric fan
Or it might be that sad and dejected man
That manic depressive, mad introspective Pat
That'll fuck off his third round and just confessing his regrets and that
I'm waitin' listenin' like, "It's a rap battle." You're somewhat lackin' in perspective Pat
Or it might be that Shouty-Pat, mouthy twat
Peep a rhyme scheme and try to squeeze the life clean outta that
Lively rap about the fact he hate me and he's proud of that
And how the man will mount attacks
Palm the axe, a thousand stabs
He'll [?] around and pound my abs
In the front, out the back, the crowd react, lively clap
And then he'll switch the shit, calm down and relax
He licks his lips...and then goes into his clownin' act
Well fuck it, you can bring 'em all out to scrap
You get X'd after they name like Malcolm had
Before he went to Mecca and became Malik el-Shabazz
You see man's stock drop quicker than Brexit cause the pound collapsed
And it ain't cause I get the benefit at home like they housed me in a council flat
It's cause when I serve a sentence I land with bars like Alcatraz
These straight lines through these rounds like an abacus, you can count on that
Since I'm showin' them how you rap, exposin' ya action
There's one constant, from your openin' chapters 'til it's closing it factors
Whether emotional matters or that boasty, fuckin' bully mode is your tactics
Or you just relax, jokey, relax shit
It's still the same flow when he raps it
So if you think you quotin' the Patrick, just exposin' his habits of bein' overly active
And usin' multisyllabic
But see, Tony can match it
It's not Tone kickin' wack shit
But I hope you got some tricks up your sleeve boy I hope you know magic
[Round 2: Pat Stay]
Yo, you look like an old wise Chihuahua
With a face that says "Why'd you abandon me?"
LL Cool Stay, that's why I lick my lips drastically
Now Tony's short for "Anthony"
But his last name's Hamlet so the fact that he randomly adds the D is a little Pamflit-y
I'll whoop his whole family
Molly whop mom and pop, backhand his niece
Body slam Anthony and give his aunt the knee
Grand Theft Auto shit, rob his whip, tell him, "Hand the keys
There's children around. Just get out the car mellow (Carmelo) Anthony."
I can't believe you thought you could fuck with Pat
I ain't playin' no games with you like you button mash
Wanna battle? I'm at your door minute fuckin' flat
You ain't gotta ask (axe) like an unprepared lumberjack
Aye fam' England where the fuck you at?
I already finished T (tea) where my crumpets at?
Aye let's get drunk, I need a shot to make me stumble back
Like ya boy when Real Deal whooped his fuckin' ass
There's a video of a horse fuckin' a man to death on YouTube
On a sidebar the first suggested video is you two
I was there! Crickets the entire way through
At one point..at one round...one guy went {sighs} "Whoo"
I think
Nah I just crack a few jokes wit' him
Butter up this little fuckin' butter up this little fuckin' English Muffin then start toastin' him
I football kick to Tony's Adam's apple will start chokin' him
Kinda like that time when you...hahaha
Nah, I'll stop roastin' him
Look I'm pokin' him
Wrong end of the knife but it still goes through him
Blunt force trauma like Snoop Dogg made you smoke wit' him
Release the ghost in him
Then start swingin' on both of 'em
People at a loss for words like...
Look he mad right now
He wants to {choking sound} gag right now
He needs a fuckin' glass of water so bad right now
When I see Anthony rap, he was dazed and confused
This pussy froze (fros) like 70's porn stars who didn't shave their pubes
Let's not beat around the bush
I know exactly why you stumble bro
Expected that first punchline to hit, then nothin' though
Tried to recover back but all you could do was mumble though
That's what he gets for talkin' like everyone's under Tone (undertone)
And that day's traumatized him, cause he called me out six months ago
Tried to set it up on King Of The Dot but he ducked it like a fuckin' hoe
Uncle Tone's scared to leave his comfort zone
Fuck it though, think the game Trouble, you gon' die in your little bubble bro
See, y'all didn't even know that part
Dude's a jellyfish, no spine and he don't have heart
That's why I had to travel here to kill this old ass mark
Kimbo's first fight, I came out and whooped him in his own backyard
[Round 2: Tony D]
That was a hot round, but somethin' didn't really plan correct
Bruh, how you seen a video of a horse fuckin' a man to death?
So Eurgh said, "8th Birthday. Pat Stay's down."
Said, "Cool. I'ma put Pat Stay down
And seriously, make sure that Pat Stay down."
But, it's funny, my research game was brief
First battle, you vs Hollohan displayed on my screen
You used an angle, had my interest blatantly peaked
When you exposed his involvement in a basic and weak
Involved and promotion of the hatred that keeps the emotional focus of a racist belief
It was deep
And it fried my brain on this basis
One: You threw your friend under the bus makin' them statements
And two: What are you if you're mates with a racist?
Cause I heard birds of a feather flock together
I also heard you smoke rock together
So did you and he go to Neo-Nazi parties on the block together?
I mean, visually, you both are like...the prototype white supremacist
Scourge of black folk everywhere and ISIS nemesis
Who blames shitty life on immigrant civil rights and terrorists
He don't mind some black folks but he can't stand Mexicans
Shit was so bad he pretended to be American
Go in the booth, voted Trump and then left again
Before Pat's groove was that smooth
Before he learned to do Mike Jack's move in steel toed cap shoes
You could catch that dude steppin' in Jack boots
Verbally abusin' black [?]
Then he saw what B Rabbit did to Papa Doc and said, "Fuck I wanna do that too."
So he started battlin' and makin' rap tunes
Now, I make music to build a split to, chill wit' a chick to
Pat's more of that dark stuff
It's more in a bathtub, slit your wrist mood
He got song titles like, "I'm Dyin'", "Insecurities"
And, you'll like this one, "Fuck Relationships"
Basic translation is..."I got my heart broke by some crazy bitch."
You see that tortured soul gimmick thing, it just expose one simple thing
You soft
And you emotional as Danny Jaqq drinkin' gin
You brandishin' bars about slittin' throats with tears comin' down your cheeks
And they gassin' it hard, where me?
I'm lookin' like, "Really?"
That's just a part cause where I'm from, fam' we're taught to stab you and laugh
So every other move the brother prove he's slow but ain't nothin' true
Sucka Free? No Pat, you a sucka too

[Round 3: Pat Stay]
Anyways, stab you and laugh
I'll Zangief backhand, spin, slap the shit out you
Your man can get it to
Who's next baby? I'll put a bib on this little puke
If I picked you up and chucked you, what could you really do?
I just wanna blow in your belly and start pinchin' you you're so frickin' cute
When I met this guy in person, he was so quiet, shy and nervous
I was certain there was a fuckin' sniper somewhere tryin' to murk him
Like, why on Earth is he so damn timid?
My final verdict? Maybe it's all an act that's he's playin' this little bitch the whole time on purpose
And if so {whistles}, can't even lie it's workin'
He's got that "I'm a virgin" body language down and his timing's perfect
Fuckin' Denzel Washington here is killin' it I'm for certain
What a convincing little bitch, how many times has this guy rehearsed this?
Wow
Nah, I get it dude, I'd be miserable if I was that little too
You're gonna die (dye) blue like a swimming pool that got pissed into
But I be the women drool like "Ooow, you're so lyrical."
Lifers in prison use your battles to get them through and do chin-ups to
Sarcasm
Whoops, another arm spasm
I think it's hereditary, my cousin Mark has 'em
Sorry, Shotty bodied you so bad you charged at him
But he probably would've charged Adam
Keep an eye on (ion) him like a charged atom
But fuck that scientific shit that you can think about
I spit that shit you gotta go home, look in the mirror and think about
Now they said I've been slackin', and I have been
Last minute preppin' with no practice
But this shit here is like a memory foam mattress
It was molded for his body
Horroh could probably fit a border collie but that's another story
Sorry I'm [?]
Look, I'm about to show you the difference between a worldwide champ
And a local dude who earned a couple girl/guy stamps
My titled opponents? The best from around the globe
Your titled opponents? Were the best from down the road
It's easy to hit a shot from two feet standin' away
Try it on someone two feet taller with his hand in your face
It's not the same, you've never played a real championship game
You had the title handed to you then just handed it away
You fuckin' coward, where's the pride and honor in that?
Never thought that he'd take a loss to me now he's my colostomy bag
And he knows it too, that's why he just awkwardly laughs
I'ma put this shit down cause I feel honestly bad
Talkin' about my some of my girls and my girl's sweatin'
You better put this bottle down I'm 'bout to make a Guinness World Record
Look, I already bodied this dawg, he already lost dawg so fuck this shit
Order your merch at Patstay.com, it's Sucka Free
Time

[Round 3: Tony D]
There was some stuff in that last round that's not okay
It's just so gay
You called me "cute" you cunt
That's not a punchline, he called me "cute"
Now since Hollow burned you twice
Sorry, since Hollow had you burned twice
See them views with blood type
Can observe like, "Why is you losin' to the same guy for the third time?"
Cause I've been cookin'
It's the third course is somethin' major
This your just desserts
Hit you under Tone (undertone) like subtle flavor
These custom tailored
I mean, I'm suited for war properly
Cause if it's hands on then Pat down like the door policy
What the fuck?
Like you stoppin' me?

{chokes}