[Round 1: Pat Stay]
Bigg K
Spelled with two G's
That's too deep
Unique
How do you sleep?
B.I. to the double G? Ooh wee
Bigg K, huh, not impressed
I can say the dopest shit...just yawn and stretch
Eyes rolling, arms folded across his chest
{exhales}
Longest breath
Bigg K, resting bitch face
Be like, "Yeah, checked your mixtape and you know...I ain't your fan...ain't no dick rider or nothing
But you know, shit's straight."
Always gotta be in that tough mood
God, that must bug you
His moms be like, "Love you", goes to hug you, you give her the one-two
Kenneth, listen dawg, if you pulled a strap on me I'd {smacks imaginary gun down} piss me off
Pick it up, pistol whip you would split his skull
You get the short end of the stick like I ripped you off
Fat ginger with a face like a Shih Tzu dog?
Whoo...boy, is you a gift from God!
Man, even if you win, you lost
I got the motherfucking metal in the trunk like a Hindu god
Trump running through the wind: get your wig blew off
I pull up, scratch that, back track
I don't need to pull up
I walk up on him like he needed his back cracked
Back slapped, swell up his lip-
Back track, scratch that-
{Bigg K kicks imaginary garbage}

You okay there, bro?
What are you, a fucking angry baseball coach?
Well, I got that slugger for next time you interrupt me
And I'll let that Louie see K if this ginger thinks he's funny
Now let me back track, scratch that, back track
I don't need to pull up I'll walk up on him like he needed his back cracked
Back crack, back slap, swell up his lips for trying to act black
I don't give a fuck if you from Virginia...you ass crack
I'll bring that metal down to the feet like a rat trap
Pat Stay mothafucka
Get your ass sprayed like a bidet mothafucka
Chrome dubs I'm the pearl white sucka ducker
Haha, that's too smooth let me switch it
I'll catch him slipping trying to impress some bitches
In the station wagon doing fish tails
Easy, I just follow the skid trails
Big ole' strap, clip long like a pimp's nails
Chop the wagon down like a dog with a clipped tail
Listen bitch, I don't give a fuck if you was in jail
He ain't shit, you see K switch like how a Crip spills
When I knock the wind out of him like a ship sail
You inhale, then the second hand closed (clothes) like a thrift sale, bitch
Bitch, you look like your uncle's name is Big Dale
[Bigg K]
That's my grandpa

[Pat Stay]
God damn your skin's pale, shit's real
Yo, I'm just getting started
Now go ahead and do what you was just doing and kick that garbage

[Round 1: Bigg K]
It's Bigg K vers' the King Of The Dot
And you wear the crown, earned what they rank ya
Captain of the ship but held it down, still served as an anchor
I heard your bars vers' Marv and said, "God. He is certainly gangsta."
And then Calicoe scared him so bad you got a personal trainer
Big facts, over here you make no impact
Keep hitting the weights, weights don't hit back
I've been that, [?] roll from the same ole' flip jack
Working the trap all day though, but ain't no gym rat
Get back or 16 hollow heads waiting
Who trying to get me? 15 and 1, Chicago Bears with '85 energy
A seven foot crackhead, you a waste of space and liability
The gun butt, not your face, it's a case of mistaken identity
I said if the squad get involved, the pistol off safety
I let the heat flash or give your men a pause (menopause), play me
You smoke crack and shoot dope, I bet you feeling all shaky
Hit Me With Your Best Shot, Pat been a tar baby
You crazy? But go act right
You big, but I know that life
You'll catch a lock in the fade, call him "Kodac White"
Who told you you can fuck with me? That's the low advice
You ain't even sucka free when you alone at night
You let Rone suck your dick
If it was fake you still tweaking
How good is the exposure if you make it indecent?
This that one nation, two guns blazing
Twins squeezing, lighting up the dark side like Jamaican skin bleaching
You been reaching, I'm grim reaping to get even
Two piece or y'all can get in the trunks, it's swim season
Get Your Mind Right, next to a mil (Amil), I Memph' Bleek him
You shouldn't even be on the Bill, I impeach him, this a quick teaching
I only need a week to write to kill ya
Watch inspired, dragon like Machida fighting Silva
Fuck your fans, your views and the hype they built ya
You suck, been getting gassed through the 'Tube like siphon filters
I'm quite familiar, let's make his sacrifice greasy
Remove his bragging rights and make his afterlife 3D
I drop the price on the plate, hitting Nikiya like "See me"
This dish on the house, you getting satellite TV
Believe me, it's more than just raps and delivery
They bitter I caught a lick for a sack of that lemon tree
Threw the torch in the water like the Statue Of Liberty
25 with a rusty handle, like a point guard back from an injury
Y'all really be saying he a beast, I don't take it well
Well I heard this pussy stinks; K. Michelle
I'm 'bout to end this fruit life; Raising Hell
With a silencer that'll turn down the 50 like Dave Chappelle
And the Ruger stay stashed for your goofy face ass
I ain't going back and forth with a two a day class
They said, "Four bar set ups ain't gonna do it K. Spaz."
I'm hitting every two bars like Rudy face mask
But speaking of football I got your heart on the line
You just speaking on the game, you play is called from the pine
Boom, if he mad then (Madden) give him all of the nine
When is you tough Pat? Some or all (Summerall) of the time?
These people came to see a show, well here it go, the wait is over
He gon' diss Americans while he appropriate the culture
A closet racist, self deprecating vulture
Til your conglomerate is crack, but OT is baking soda
I said, you'll talk about my prison time with no respect for what it is
I never brag about them years, I just reflect on what it did
I played the streets and paid the price, but was a legend on that bid
You criticize a way of life that you ain't never had to live
Nah, cause you pussy and I be where he can't chill
They talk tough when I'm not around, see me and staying still
All bars and all jokes, I'm beating him at will
Cause how good is real rap from people that ain't real?
[Round 2: Pat Stay]
Another battler who brought up how Calicoe touched my hat
Which proves that this shit is just a tough guy match
And what's funny is, some people think he won by that
I remember there was one time where we were judged by...raps
But see look, one thing about me, I don't do all that shit, you will not be notified
If hands go up I'm throwing mines like GoldenEye
Let 'em know, I'll do Kenneth Cole (cold) like the clothing line
He better have a battery (bat or he's) dead like his phone just died
Well play ball, I punch heads straight off brains, I'll drop K like Tay Roc's name
Stop playing
I'm trained and got tougher hooks than Nate Dogg sang
I've had a Serius Jones to fight and I ain't ate all day
My shit's bone chilling, bite a fucking hole in him
Get your head gnawed/nod off now he got no rhythm
Boy I'll make you eat the biscuit like old women
Flinch him five times than hit him after six like he got no minutes
You wear shits when you go swimming
They laugh but that isn't even a joke is it?
Make fun of people who spend time on their looks
When really you just accepted that you ugly and know it would make no difference
See I can break down your whole image
You won't go to clubs where there's no [?]
Vulnerable, that's why you're mean mugging every minute
And how can you say that you never brag about being in prison?
You told us like fifteen different times, we get it
Why are you so proud that you did this little time?
It's like your biggest accomplishment in life is that you been inside
You might as well still be there, you just imprisoned in your mind
And bro, you were a fucking teenager dude
Y'all think he's tough I think he's a goof
That's the shit that you need to do in order to sound believable
Against Caustic you literally listed off every charge
I guess that's what you gotta do to have any conviction behind your bars
That's real shit, "I'm a two time felon"....cool
Well you want props for it?
Who hasn't done an armed robbery? You're stupid for being getting caught for it
"I'm uptown negotiating with the coke shoppers" oh drop it
You work a regular job bro stop it
See he's shaking his head as if it's a bad thing
No, he's the type, if I said right now that he was an honor student
He'd get all defensive be like, "No that's fucking bullshit y'all. I'm stupid."
Fucking knucklehead, still caught in his shell, you know what I mean?
Thinks showing emotion's soft but what's soft is that thought in itself
See how I break them down?
See my punches aren't as big as his
But that's the shit that be dazing motherfuckers like, "Finish him"
Fuck punchlines and schemes you're gonna think about
I spit that shit you gotta go home, look in the mirror and think about
Time

[Round 2: Bigg K]
Why do you say you're not a crackhead anymore?

[Pat]
I never said that

[Bigg K]
Are you sure Pat Stay?
I mean you can't just smoke crack and stop, it doesn't work that way
That's word to the big cutlery in your burnt ashtray
You're still a crackhead, in recovery, until your last day
But you said you're a changed man, you put the cook up down
"Does it look like I smoke crack? I hit push ups now."
The side effects last forever you big ignorant bitch
That's why you always twitching and keep licking your lips
"Ayo check it out. Check it. Check it out. Ayo straight up. Straight up. Straight up. Aye, aye, aye. I'm a real dude. I'm a real dude."
Well the price of it ain't cheap
I mean you such a real dude you had to get fake teeth
You wasted all that cash and you could've just paid me
New choppers in your mouth I do it for way cheap
I say but I say chief, you work at a car lot?
That mean you went from hard tops to selling them hard tops
So when Pat say he a sucka free boss it's all talk
He sitting behind a desk with coffee and cough drops
My dawg stop
That ain't how it's done
Name your mixtape Wigger Music...Volume 1
When I heard your song take a walk in my Steel Toes, that's when I could tell, dude hard
I mean this motherfucker wears steel toes to see used cars
Aye, and you cut hair in your boots? How much you paid?
I seen your work on the ground, it's looking custom made
I wouldn't let your big goofy ass touch the blade
So I guess you right dickhead, I don't want the fade
But picture going to his shop to get a cut, this shit is stupid
Ain't no line for his chair, he walk in, sit into it
When he put the cape around your neck, and right before y'all get into it
He knows you can't leave so he press play...Wigger Music
So, not only am I 'bout to pay you to fuck my head up
But listening to this bullshit gon' fuck my head up
And you keep stopping to bend down, I'm getting fed up
Your lanky ass got to sit down to give an edge up
You dead up?
All that iron in the gym you pumping
To sell cars and cut hair at 6'6"? You bugging
You are living the stereotype, "big for nothing"
Soft as Christmas stuffing when it hits the oven
Aw shit, he 'bout to slip in a seizure
He 'bout to transform into a mythical creature
Come to your show with a Glock 10 hid in the sneaker
Pull it out, rock him (Rakim) and kick in the speaker
I said you square amateur, moose chaser, bear handler
"It's Pat Stay from the Darkside." Where? Canada?
You from Dartmouth? Scotia Novit?
Did I pronounce it wrong? Was I 'posed to know it?
Before you it was a village I never heard before
And now we know there's a Canadian Jersey Shore
You shop at Forever 21 but you 34
All white fan base with a nerdy core
3/4th of my fan base at the corner store
Furthermore I'm front lining that urban war
So before you get all fake personal at what I'm searching for
Just know this worm would/wood never make it where I'm from like a foreign floor
Whore

[Round 3: Pat Stay]
Aww, shut the fuck up Kenneth
Would ya? Kenneth
Aye you'se a chump
Fat dude with skinny arms, bro you'd get slumped
I'd drop you 'fore you even threw a punch
Soon as you haul (U-Haul) back you get struck
Feel like you got hit by a moving truck
Kenneth, relax, it's okay brah
I'll light your whole face up like a fucking Rosacea
You don't threaten me
You go out without sun screen and your life's in jeopardy
I'll leave this fucking red head's head red/read like telepathy
Kenneth
Kenneth!
Why you gotta put so much force in it?
I bet when you tell your dog to "come here" you sound like Scorpion
Take a breath, your face is red
You're scaring all the ladies Ken
That's why this shit's gay now, it's all just a bunch of angry men
Hate on my style all you want, soon it will all start making sense
There's a reason why I get paid the most and I'll always be the main event
Too goddamn serious that's what ruined the sport
Why do you think battles don't get as many views anymore?
Why do you think no hot girls come through anymore?
If we ain't fucking groupies and whores then what are we doing this for?
So lighten up, calm it down
Before I light you up like I bought a vowel
You might be tough to a smaller crowd
But I'm nice as fuck all around
I notice he's like a comic now
But when I joke I get called a clown
Before this match that was not your style
You make your father proud
I see right through you bro, you gain a new sense of fashion
Whatever happened to sideways hats and red leather jackets?
Oh right, that was for the "urban leagues"
He was just adapting to the demographics
The darker the room, the more sideways his hat gets
How did nobody ever catch this?
How fucking pathetic is that shit?
I'll put hands on you like Inspector Gadget's head attachments
I've been nice with the straight razors before the barber shit ever happened
I'll leave your eye/i with a slash above it like your keyboard is set in Spanish
Chin check
If I end up clocking you K/UK it ain't Big Ben
Catch him mid stream like I'm trying to cheat on a piss test
Slice up this fat pig's flesh into a rib fest
Play with me dawg you catch a stick in your mouth like, "bitch fetch"
And I know people like talking through my battle, right?
Leave me alone cause I'll beat you to death and then beat you back to life
But don't let me get in my emotions
Pat Stay motherfucker, Sucka Free Scotian
Time!

[Round 3: Bigg K]
I said yo, try ya luck and take a gamble where I'm living at
Everyday someone dies, it's no pity Pat
I get really strapped, drum with a 50 pack
A stick with the air holes ain't a wiffle bat
Peel 'em back, that's all I do to y'all people
Bodies in the dirt that's the root of all evil
Double barrel handgun, that duel exhaust Eagle
I was waiting on it longer than the Booty Call sequel
I said lethal with no squad, me and Razor Blade Rob
O.G. status, I'm talking '88 Saab
Leg out when I pass like a fade away lob
The clip hanging out like a day to day blog
I'm God, we selling stolen ratchets
I get a rack for the Luger, that's the total package
Don't leave your money 'round him, you better know he'll snatch it
Soon as you take a hike, Pat will go in ya (patagonia) coat to jack it (jacket)
Smoker tactics, that's how he move on sight
Call himself "going sober" but sipping booze all night
And sitting in that White Castle living Kumar life
8 balls to the face, it's a pool hall fight
Yeah that's you alright, and I don't trust y'all much
I got to see it when we hung out once
Dawg nuts
Fist pumping in the spot, he was fucked all up
Took a 100 Shots like Young Dolph drunk
What? I say this guys insane, how did you [?] this lame
I wet him up and then slide without the hydroplane
How you smoke crack/cocaine, those type of thangs
But get online and say, "Y'all should stop smoking weed. It'll fry your brain."
And when you say Hollow asked to battle you, damn it, stop it
He actually asked to battle me and 'Ganik blocked it
Cause he wanted y'all match online since Hollohan
Just for you to get smacked four times by Hollow hand
I said you damn cock sucker, I been with the block huggers
Earned every opportunity given and popped from it
That's maybe why the fake hate but the cream of the crop love it
And you cheated to get ahead (a HEAD) like King Of The Dot judges
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, let's do it
I said look, let's face it
That title match ain't as perfect as you paint it
Y'all change the description of your company to "urban entertainment"
That's type gay
What are these cats trying to say?
"We're not nerds anymore. Our champ is a black guy, eh?"
I said that there was theft
Either I'm blind, impaired and deaf
Or Head I.C.E. got y'all canuck's scared to death
They told me, "Go for the chain. That'd be the certain best thing."
But I don't wear cheap jewelery, that shit'll turn your neck green
And when I seen you verse Marv' I thought, "It's not as crazy as it seems."
You started the cheap personals that even made it to today
By making fun of autism cause you was lazy Mr. Stay
But wait a minute, now you got the baby on the way
I beat them bars keep you up at night
Zoning out in traffic, 'bout to run that light
Maybe you deserve karma 'fore it come back twice
A set of twins with autism, could you love that life, right
I hope your kid comes out perfectly healthy and you give it big kisses
I would never disrespect kids that's his business
Revolver in your wife twat, Sex Pistol, Sid Vicious
White rapper, MC, it's a big difference