Correction Lyrics Pat Stay vs. DNA by UDubb Network

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Right off rip! You ready or no? You ready?

Man f**k you
I don't wanna near no "white boy Canada sh*t"
Cause end of the day, you can get f**kin' body slammed in this b*t*h
Straight up
Hands on my hips and I'll river dance on his sh*t
No respect
Pocket check his a** right off the rip
Boy I'll slap you 'cross your pouty face
Oh you thought I'd feel out of place?
You ain't more welcome here just cause New York and Newark sound the same
I give a f**k where you from
I'll take a bite out the Big Apple and leave you and Jersey hung like New York Knicks rafters
What?
I see a lot of y'all out hеre rockin' them dreads, it's a popular trеnd, I like that
So no one will even notice when I put I put the mop to his head
But I'd rather drop him instead
My backhand hella proper
Sh*t'll sound like he did a belly flop off a helicopter
F**k with me
You think you are hard? You a damn liar
I'll leave this dummy in the trunk like a spare tire
Little punk, I'll flinch at him and f**kin' terrify him
You catch his fade I'll give Eric a bad doo (Erykah Badu), wrap your head around that
I'll slam him and paralyze him
Swing you around like a helicopter in North Carolina
Swag drippin' like some Aunt Jemima
Roll his little a** in a ball and slam dunk him like Harold Miner
B*t*h
270 pounds I give a f**k if he's 80 deep
I'm A.D.D
I'll leave his head in the clouds, I'll fight all of you solo bro
Pile him up like a totem pole
Draggin' (dragon) body in a circle like Mortal Kombat logo goes
B*t*h
Act like you wanna fight
Psst
No you don't
You don't like the sound of us goin' blow for blow like a homophobe
I'm old school like the cross arm shoulder pose
So I'd rather go toe to toe
But if we scrapped up, I bet I'd pull that .9 back first like rotary phone
I guarantee ya
Don't make me pop off witcha
Crazy white boy with a strap, f**kin' Long John Silver
Mothaf**ka
I'll pop DNA like a brought up Springer
Then let it ring, ring, ring and bounce like Knock, Knock, Ginger
B*t*h!
I'm layin' all of you down
I like you Conceited, so when I bust you better crawl on the ground
Or catch your stray dog (dawg) like the pound
I'll leave him in the ocean floatin', ready to open on purpose
He finna be stickin' out the water like a shark close to the surface
Damn
They said I wouldn't get no love out here
I'm Pat Stay b*t*h, I'm the f**kin' man everywhere
Straight the f**k up
What the f**k's up now
Got Queenzflip in your corner now?
But I just flip Queens upside down
Time!
You tried to get on your Shotgun Suge sh*t, now you started a war
I could snuff him and remove part of his jaw
Pocket tap back because I was taught the bigger you are the harder you fall
Welcome to America Pat
Before we start this battle, me and you gotta have a conversation
First off, spit ya sh*t, but don't lick ya lips, that's gon' f**k up my concentration
You wanna smoke crack, wait 'til after the battle
UDubb ain't ya mama's basement
And don't touch me or push me like Charron
Cause that's gon' leave to confrontation
A bunch of Spanish n***as shootin' in the back
They don't got time or patience
Soon as that n***a left, off his (office) camp, this an Obama-nation
I'm contemplatin', use the .9 or let the Llama bake him
But still swearin' to raise the .5, this the inauguration
It's time to let this lame have it
I was 9 with a .9 but changed tactics
And since 21 held the .22, I ain't the same Savage
Show us respect or we'll make static
You owe us a check? Don't bring a late package
Two arms over the chest, we'll straight jack it (jacket)
They feel E (Philly) should answer with the tre, I hate practice
It's yo' time to show to prove that you work, let's make magic
The toast I bang, then change ratchets
He hope I change, use the same 'matic
You'll be a Ghost like James, they lookin' in the casket like, "This ain't (Saint) Patrick"
By the time he (Tommy) get those Power lines, this should have everybody jumpin'
This shotty pump him
Or I can just choke this b*t*h since y'all think highly of him
Now my favorite part about Power? It be Tasha and Angie
Everyday when I watch it I wanna see which one looks better
It be changin'
This n***a is a coke head
His favorite part about Power is when they show Kanan ('cane)
I make everybody in the back quiet
Creep through his block, mad silent
Find out where his house at and bring the pounds back; bad diet
The gat fire, let the cat try it
The steel will (Steeler) go against the Patriot if Pat riot
Y'all get it, the Steelers facin' the Patriot and Patriots, you know what? Skip that
Big gun, big strap, that'll air the whip
A different pair will kick; mismatch
I spread the bucks around the hood, this a give back
It'll Shine and Roc(k) this square up, it got Double Impact
When it kick back
Al Kapone, I got the Sig' (cig') smokin' when I ain't wit' Smack
Al Sharpton, he'll be tryin' to fight these rights but gettin' slicked back
You'll get the point after you touch down, soon as it kick PAT
Or I can get my dawgs (dogs) involved and grab K .9 (K-9)
Curry or Durand, that means you get the .30 or the tre five
Don't make me black with the paws (pause) like we're texting on FaceTime
I'll have 16's pop at your door; Dateline
Your man winnin'; lottery ticket; Take5
Two twin headshots, you'll sink (sync) alike like great minds
Brought a .4 and (foreign) taste, you think about crossing state lines
Or you can get robbed in the Project Pat(t) if state fly
They say bullets got no name
So I switch to the cal' in case the .9's will miss (anonymous)
One ringin', stay down; monogamist
Whatchu gon' talk about? My missin' tooth? My mom's and sh*t?
I used to clap machetes? The obvious
It's a Drake verse 'Stay Schemin' that's a Common diss
This b*t*h a square, scope on, my vision clear
Rick Ross diet, n***a come a pair (pear)
My n***as prepared
You want war? Triggers appear
Dirty Dancing Patrick can just lift that b*t*h in the air
I'm wildin'
It's round one I'm f**kin' you up
And you can tell a bunch of jokes that ain't all that
But honestly if you ain't come to rap you should've stayed home Pat
Round one
You ready?
Gap toothed little Cookie Monster
Fat, stinky, pathetic, little baby fat body
F**kin' hunch back, Pug faced, nasally little slouch
Take a bath go fix your mouth and get the f**k off Clip's couch
No real talk you gotta fix that sh*t bro, you're drenchin' me
He spits when he talks, even if he clench his teeth
Hey Shine you better tell your homeboy Memphis Gleek
To hit the dentist or that space will give you space 'fore I dent his cheek
Can't even whistle...never be a referee
If your dog runs away- she gone...just let it be
You ain't catchin' no cab with that little pathetic qweef
If 'Whistle While You Twerk' comes on right now I bet he leaves
Aye, enough with the jokes, time to get disrespectful though
Got an issue, I'll light your face up like Charlemagne from that Breakfast show
I'll turn you into a vegetable
Like your mom so y'all can be extra close
But you'll never be with your pops cause the stairway to Heaven ain't wheelchair accessible
I said I'll disrespect that hoe
Since I know she ain't got no sex life
I'll pick up her limbless body and use that b*t*h as a f**king flesh light
My little j*rk dog
That's just the way she was born? That's her fault
I'll grip that little cripple b*t*h and chuck her like a f**kin' Nerf ball
What?
Say somethin'
Any of you motherf**kers
K-Shine's soft as a hicky and you next (neck) sucka
Head buster
No, you just the head busta
Pick you up by the scruff of your neck ad head b*** you
What?!
I'm from Scotia
Look me in my eyes I ain't no fisherman dawg
But I might just hook you on the fly
Drag you outside by- I'll drag you out by the dock
Look on the ground, find a rock
Then leave his square head brain leakin' so he can think outside the box
You from Queens? Man I don't give a f**k
That doesn't scare me
Think you the King of Queens 'til this caskets (cast gets) dug and carried (Doug and Carrie)
I'll drive by in drop top Benz, the color cherry
Cans hangin' out the back of whip like I just got married
I'm from Nova Scotia
I'll be the first to flip like Motorola
He tries to steal my Thunder like Oklahoma
Okay, see (OKC), but that's where you f**ked up, I told ya
Pat Stay's fresh outta his coma
It's over
You're ugly
{Pat and DNA talking between rounds}
Why are your verses 25 minutes? I don't get it
Why do you suck?
It's a thousand bucks
Jesus Christ it's the drugs
Aye baby do I look like I'm on drugs? I'm on swoll'
Nah you good. I seen brolic crackheads. Y'all seen 'em, y'all from Jersey. I said listen though, right?

I can picture this n***a Pat Stay goin' to drug rehab
Like, "Hi. My name's 'Patrick' and I'm a crackhead."
Look at him right now like, "DNA that's very true
Cocaine puts me in a better mood."
I'm surprised you ain't mad at Charron right now cause he got Roc(k) instead of you
I mean honestly the sh*t's silly
What make him think he can stick with me
We all know you only took this battle in Jersey cause you heard it was "Brick City"
White people be doin' the weirdest sh*t
Like y'all just got this Wanna Be Cool/Dow sh*t
With this fake swag
So I wanna paint a scenario for y'all if me and Pat Stay was in the same cla**
If I walked in school, they'd see me with a trench coat like, "Damn that n***a fly."
Y'all see him walk in the school with a trench coat we all look like, "Damn, we finna die."
But enough jokes, it's Pat Stay, the one dyin' to be on UDubb or the SMACK stage
When the MAC raised don't act brave
Try to run, bullets will fly in his man chin (mansion); Bat Cave
You mess around I'll shut him down; Back Page
You in big danger (Danja), like Zone in his past days
If I shoot twice, tell Pat "pray"
This a food fight, we clap tre's
This gon' be your first time capped in (cap and) Jersey, welcome to Draft Day
The way I make him [?] with the mil' (Mill) you think Nicki and Meek is back together
Let's see who's raps is better
Saga versus Swave, this to go past the Sever
R.I.P. to Bernie but I'ma hold this MAC (Mack) forever
Good with the iron, your girl jump in, we'll black and deck her (Black & Decker)
When it comes to battle rap, you ain't put in half the effort
Ain't killed for times back to back and have the pressure
Half is clever
Your choice, get pistol whipped or clap Berettas
They gon' find Stay in a body bag, in other words, Pat in (patent) leather
And I'm still willin' to kill Daylyt, or Davone Campbell
Either way I'm givin' this Crip lead
F**k what his clique said, we bust in the door, I send 'em in (cinnamon) with sticks; Big Red
We hit legs
They sayin', "You shouldn't do Martin schemes", Tommy died, that sh*t dead
But it surely (Shirly) would've been cold (Cole) to show Campbell the Big Head
Whoever I air gone, I'm with [?]
We bare (bear) arms forget Ted
If you stare wrong, the car gettin' shot; the whip fled
I hit cores (Cor's), forget Tez
Don't gotta be near John to spit lead
When the nail grip in my Mafia still (steel) different I'm with Prez
You ain't the same
You gettin' that chain was your claim to fame
Send men my way they'll be M.I.A.; 'Paper Plane'
F**k it I'll take the blame
Should've been there to make the change
When you disappear it'll do magic; David Blaine
You a faggot that don't take the train
Why step on my favorite lane
I'm front row with the nickel son (Nicholson), it look like a Laker's game
He hatin' I spray the thang
Found my way in and take his chains
If your pockets got any loot in it (lieutenant), they men (Damon) 'bout to feel major pain (Major Payne)
It's round two, I'm f**kin' you up
You came with jokes that ain't all that
But honestly, if you ain't come to rap you should've stayed home Pat

Aye listen, y'all hear me? You know I always do the real sh*t in the third round so look

You're surrounded with gangbangers that'll really die and clap for that flag
But that's light
Tell 'em all about your battle rap gang
Y'all say gang sh*t and throw gang signs for a battle rap gang
So don't even try to call me a nerd or make it a white and black thang
Bro you're the biggest nerd here
You're the biggest nerd in this whole scene dude
I got way more in common with these dudes I guarantee you
See, I know most of the sh*t we say is all entertainment
But you know absolutely nothing about any of the sh*t you be sayin'
Look, you're been battling seven years
That's 84 months
This is your 97th battle, so let's add this sh*t up
So since a pre-teen 'til now you've done over a battle a month
You've literally had no time, how much dirt could you have actually done?
Since a youth you've either been battling or preparing battle raps, the streets is a fantasy to you
You couldn't adapt in that habitat
But all you rap about is clappin' gats and bein' in that field, right?
Boy, I bet you don't even know what holding a gun feels like
Tying a man up with a rope, bustin' his head with a steel pipe
You've dodged bullets (Bulletz) on King Of The Dot, I've dodged bullets in real life
What's your life like?
And that sh*t angers me for real
Bro all you know, is battle rap
You were raised and molded by battle rap
The "gangsters" that you know are just like the toughest guys in battle rap
For real! Seriously! For real!
Battle rap is all you watch, battle rappers is all you hang with
Bunch of law abiding citizens with violent imaginations
Look, I'm by myself!
Look, I wish I had my boys here, but cause of legal sh*t they can't be
So I do this sh*t for them cause they saved me from them damn streets
Put out JD's bail so he could spend his Christmas with his family
Sent my last $100 bucks to my man Sam for his canteen
Cause if it wasn't for them, bro, I'd be right there with 'em
If I got caught for all the sh*t I've done I'd probably be doin' life in prison
But moral of the story though
I ain't mad that you talk about shootin'
Neither one of us have a gun, but only one of us know how to use it
Aye, f**k battle rap that's real sh*t
But I ain't tryin' to like G check him
It's cool, keep flexin'
As long as you know, this area here is the nose bleed section
Check it, I'll put the hammer to his knees like I'm checkin' his reflexes
Caps blown off like runnin' in the wind and the breeze swept in
Word
Catch it?
Aight
Word, catch it? Aight, I don't just battle rappers like you I teach lessons
F**k a punch line or gun bar scheme you gotta think about
I spit that sh*t that you gotta go home, look in the mirror and think about
And you're f**kin' chubby

Pat Stay, Pat Stay, round of applause
Not for you, what I did in the last round
I need a drum roll for me
Said that looks like the nose bleeds, that sh*t look like front row to me
I mean, I just stood right here in your space and nothing happened
So where's the gang and the crew
And since you said you wish you had your n***as, you had them with Calicoe, now you got some explaining to do
Cause um, it's a lot of things we can talk about Patrick in battle rap
But it's one situation you don't wanna get into
Before I start, battle rap confrontations is something we all been through
Some got pushed, even I got shoved, n***as tapped some chins too
But the most confusing situation I seen is how Calicoe did you
Let's get the measurements right
Cause you about 6'6" and he's about 6'2"
That n***a's only 220 compared to you he's not even a big dude
I mean we seen you go and push Charron, f**k it, I would've tricked too
But when Calicoe hit you
You had that same face lookin' like a kid when their mom caught them after they skipped school
The n***a said, "I'm ready to fight."
Security looked like, "B*t*h move."
Sure as they broke the sh*t up he said, "Calicoe. Even though you mushed me and knocked off my hat, let's battle. Sh*t's cool."
On the inside you was p*ssed too
Face red as an apple like, "If we was back in Canada I would've just ooooh
I know how to fix you."
N***a hold your hat straight
This is past race
You seen that Calicoe pop and you wanted no problems with that Black Face
The heat I'm holdin' here, hit three, reloading air
You was scared to step in Cal's zone (calzone) so the piece a (pizza)
Fold a square
Look at him! Look at him! Look at him! Look at him! He mad right now
Goin' to the side textin' Ray Swag like, "I need to get the f**k outta here and call a cab right now
The way DNA broke me down about Calicoe is lookin' bad right now
And I thought the sh*t would rock in Jersey, I'm nothin' like Fab' right now
Skip those the fifth low, the clip longer than an RBE intro
We cut targets, limbs go
Then bust an (Busta) artist; Flipmode
And still got the machine in the basement like the Winslow's
When it comes to hammers we grip those
Don't try to dip slow
N***a tried to duck when the guns drew he'll (Dru Hill) split up: Sisqo
I'm cookin' all you (oil); Crisco
You better let your b*t*h know
Doug funny, I introduce the Patty to the big nose
Then start checkin' the weapon, he'll be dead in some seconds
You thought Th3 Saga continues 'til you sent to the reverend
It's very depressing, what should I use, the TEC or the Wesson?
When bullets will have Stay open, that's 7/11
I'll rumble for my pride, put hundreds on the line
N***a you tried to dip, then buck it (bucket) when we drive
F**k it he gon' die
The cops there I'm dumpin' by his ride
Q-Tip, you get the headshot with just this (justice) on the side
Then I give him a Chess (chest) round, put him through the struggle
Dude is puzzled
Drake and J.Lo, he'll be gettin' Six God by the newest couple
Cause you ate ours twice, let's do a double
Don't care if you reb***al
I'm 'bout to tear up the joint soon as a I move a muscle
Walk in with six .9's (Sixnine), they think I'm cool with Russel
'Bout to cause a riot over them stacks, we movin' bundles
His leg drop, he'll do the shuffle
His head pop, his crew will buckle
And never got a chance to ring Pat, you in trouble
I find out where ya mama at, then let the Llama clap
Just know something Ill Will buck at (bucket) his whip; Pontiac
I got a MAC, why would y'all hype this match
UDubb got Stay awake like insomniacs
It's round three it's gettin hot in here
What's my slogan?

Get him the f**k outta here!

Hell no
Get this n***a that lick his lips and is gay the f**k outta here
Get everybody in this battle that thought I would play the f**k outta here
Get this dude from Canada, Six God, another f**kin' way the f**k outta here
Get this big b*t*h that's 6'6", Pat Stay the f**k outta here

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