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Aye Verb vs. Pat Stay
[Round 1: Pat Stay]
Three minute rounds!
I ain't wastin' no time!
Fuck a preview, let's let that beef brew, in 3D too
Soooo it's
(Showtime!)
Right off rip, that "punk the white boy shit" I ain't in the mood for it
You push me? I swing like a saloon door
With brute force
If I get jumped? Will and Jada stoppin' off at the booze store
In another couple sec's, I'm back swingin' with a 2x4
Aye New York?
This the trash y'all fans gassin'?
It's really just his momentum and how fast that the man's rappin'
Like Instagram hoes that trick you into thinkin' they got fat asses
So I know the perfect angle is to make this body look fantastic
Hand crafted
Verb don't want no damn action
Get decked so clean you think he got sandblasted
Back hand slap him from Manhatten to Staten
Tear away track pants, goddamn that man's snappin'
Switch up
Pearly Gates...tell 'em Pat sent you
This cat's simple, I wrap circles around Aye like that @ symbol
What's up?
And I got kids too and finance issues
So if you win that five stacks better hide that shit dude, I get you
Right when you step outside that venue
I'm from the mask era (mascara), don't be surprised when I (eye) lash into
You got demon's dawg? Yeah I have them too
But if yours ever met mine they'd wanna climb back in you
SWITCH!
P.A. to the T. Stay
You don't want no smoke with the pen you'll get clean vaped
Fuck what he say
"I ride up"; E break
Bitch, I got this round in the palm of my hand like the queen's wave
What's the deal? Let's put some more money up I'm fuckin' you up for real
The Fresh Prince, but you must be Will cause I'm up in ya auntie (upping the ante) like Uncle Phil
I just got he chills, I'm back to my salvation
Heart pound racin', my pupils is dialatin'
The house is shakin', the crowd is makin' them growl faces
Ground breakin' ya foundation is now cavin'
Act outta line I'll blacken ya eye like a dalmation
I'm fire dawg (dog)
Man, who the fuck is this little Chaz faggot?
I spank him, make him look like a little boy like Jaz naked
Always squintin' his eyes like he's looking at a video of her ass shakin'
Get the fuck outta here
And here's his whole angle to sum it up
I'm a white boy from Canada
FACTS
And I'll fuck you up!
Time
[Round 1: Aye Verb]
That sweet girl that you gave herpies to reached out to me Pat
She wrote me a long message, testifying like it was a trial in court
I read her message and got tears in my eyes
Then I replied
"Good bitch. I'm glad he got you. That's for child support."
She kept goin' on and on and on and on tryin' to give me the whole file on you
I said, "Wait, baby girl, baby girl. All that gossiping ain't my style mama."
I'm just gonna get on this stage and do what I do, I'm just gon' wild on him
Three minute rounds- book me- long time- preview - 3D- so it's-
N***a you from Nova Scotia, you don't know this culture
You can't rope-a-dope us
I'ma kill you here then take the body over
Aye Loso, watch how I Holy Ghost him
I'm from where all the animals gotta know the poachers
Ridin' 'round loadin' holsters
Train from this smoke like a locomotive
I can make ya mama car motor blow up, pressin' my Motorola
Antsy, e'rybody back off, TV remote controller
Too many battle rappers in this scene, n***a I control the motion
You ain't the wave white boy, n***a control this motion
Nine years I've been overloadin'
Hate from the bloggers, bias crowds, it takes a lot to kill me sucka, I'm used to overdosin'
Yeah yeah I'm evolved fool
You ain't gon' be shit but another damaged pane in my art room
I will born under a dark moon
I come from a block of n***as sellin' dog food
Real struggle, fine dinin' for me and my n***as was eatin' mall food
N***a I am Shemar smooth mixed with Seagal moves
You Tom Cruise, toughest bitch in Moulin Rouge
Yo' writin' sound like cartoons, playin' soft in the car tune
Over here, we wit' that street shit sucka, play by the yard rules
So compare me different to this parasitic, Aerosmith listenin'
Crystal meth' sniffin'
You tryin' to come see the wizard wearin' an aura of Hello Kitty glitter
I take his bitch and go get jiggy wit' her
She want me to fuck but I only get blew (blue) like Rum Nitty n***a
Time to nut, I grip her face and cover that shit just like it's kitty litter
You got it backwards, you not a factor, not on this stage Pat
You big dawg over there, over here you a fuckin' pet to me like "Sit, Stay, Pat"
I'm not calm and patient, I crack yo' egg like I'm omelette makin'
Rib cage crack, well let's get complicated
Two Llama's blazin', constipation, I push [?]
I still got it, say what y'all want, I still got it
For real wit' it, you rappers just like to feel 'bout it
I straighten out King Of The Dot riders, y'all come see Verb and get ya wheels mounted
The top feel crowded but I beat most the top n***as so now I live private
I'll wire ya jaw, you'll never have meals solid
This was our culture til you geeks and you nerds came and took the feel out it
Y'all took the thrill out it
When I came in the game it was magic I should kill 'bout it
Came in the game, Magic/Shaquille, stop it
You can just rap, I can do all of that and just still instill knowledge
We in the same family but talent wise we close as the colors teal/olive
Your build brolic, but that don't mean nothin' to n***as that build boxes
You ain't go to war with no real dogs, you kill foxes
I look at you and all I see is a cocky Tekashi gettin' grilled in front of these people like it's hibachi
Beware of you undercover Nazi's who weren't hip hop and they wear Huaraches
I'm the jugular ain't none of y'all gon' stop me
[Round 2: Pat Stay]
I'll power bomb the shit out you
Like you really think that I'm scared?
You got me twisted all them poodle shits in ya hair
I ain't got one person here wit' me
But look at me dawg, seriously
If I kill you right now and the cops come, they'll just think I'm security
Yo you told Bonnie, where you're from, when girls talk shit you wire their jaws
Hmmm
Breakin' girls jaws
This guy is a boss
I was just in Europe, right? And he swung at me when I said I was abroad (a broad)
Man, I bet you foul the shit out ya girl when you play ball
Aye, she goes up for the cute little layup
**Get the fuck out my house!**
Aye, if you girls keep laughin' at him you gon' get punched in the mouth
Keep it up
He'll take you outside and beat you up
Aye, cause ever since that dude chased him in that parking lot
He's been havin' an awful hard time findin' parkin' spots
Aye, cause he won't go near one again, he'll park his shit down the farthest block
He go on the farthest walks
Boy calf muscles hard as rocks
He said since he has a cast on, where he's from, him chasin' you was a sign of respect
I don't know Chaz, I don't think you need that kind of respect
Now that I think about it, all of your war stories about **you** gettin' punked
Shit, you must be the most respected dude where you're from
I always wondered why the gay jokes make you so weird and defensive dude
Til I heard that song you made about the time your babysitter molested you
And I'm not even tryin' to be funny, that's some real shit
He said that ever girl that blew you before the age of 30, "I didn't feel shit."
That's cold dawg
Them blow jobs must've taken so long
Superhead could be spazzin' he just be sittin' there like a robot
But that's where the gay shit comes in
Because every time that he would go soft, it would make him question himself
Which psychologically alters-
Wait, you mean to tell me, when a girl be suckin' ya off and cup the bag
That wouldn't be doin' shit for you?
Fuckin' fag
Oh man, poor guy, I can't imagine bruh
Your babysitter sucked your dick? What?! **That's what's up!**
You dawg
**IT'S NOT FUNNY GUYS! SERIOUSLY!**
When he was in high school he was gang raped, by the entire cheer leading team
Babysitter makes his lunch for him, cuts the corners off of his sandwiches
Fuckin' sucks his cock sends him off to school, WHOO!
And this is the thanks he gets?!
You actin' like a lil' bitch right now
Aight let me switch it up
I said I see Aye Verb, cut his throat like a cheap razor
I keep a sharp instrument on me like Green Ranger
Me and my homies jumped him, he phoned the police later
He hit me with a gang assault (of salt) like an overly sweet neighbor
Stay songs, your bitch got my dick as her screen saver
She be givin' me brains lookin' like she bumpin' a mean banger
She blew him right after me and he busted...a week later
**You ain't fuckin' wit' me Aye Verb!**
I'm your dream created player
You're dope but you only show up half the time like Qleen Paper
And you asked for me specifically, so clearly you got some shit for me
Good, that just means you'll look that bad when I win convincingly
Time
[Round 2: Aye Verb]
I bet you come from a racist family
I'm talkin' real racist like, y'all prolly hate the color graham cracker
E'ry word before y'all talk be "Gawddamn" and (*pppt*) spit in the can after
Picture Pat at the table lookin' through The Source magazine, ordin' all the fuckin chains that spin around
And then his daddy come in all outta breath, time to relive it now
His daddy like, "Son. Son, I swear to God the world is over
Go and fetch me my rifle
I swear to God on Mary Magdalene, Jesus Christ, and the Bible
I just saw a lil' n***a boy workin' an iPhone ridin' a bicycle
And the fucker said 'Hi' to me
I was gonna snatch his black ass up and sell him to the circus
But he wouldn't get in the ride with me
Hell, hell, I even tried to bait him in wavin' a lil' icicle
Then I went in my pocket and tried to buy him for five nickles
Pat be like, "Yo dad, chill dad, these n***as is my fam' lately."
"Boy if you don't shut the fuck up and go and give your sister some dick and bring me some grand babies..."
See that's the type of shit you do, you don't get stats for it
Lyricism goes longer than laughter, let me fast forward
In basketball we supposed to windmill, standard black boys
But the crowd go crazy and lose they mind when you do a layup and smack the backboard
I'm back boy!
You ain't from the struggle, you ain't from the trap boy
Rather be a hustler, first, base gets stepped on and then you walk around carryin' sticks like you a bat boy
A pair of toys
I grip your skull and twist until it crack boy
Have Pat lookin' over his shoulder like he paranoid
On stage you be crossin' the lines like a swastika
I don't do rap beef, that's a pot sticker
I'm a real block n***a who shot fades wit' n***as who really shot n***as
If blastin' heavy metal ain't how you roll we couldn't rock witcha
A hundred in the drum; catastrophy
Gotta let some out the club Pat, we at capacity
Actually, ask for me, swing this ax with accurary
Or I'll serve Andre Agassi agony
Ball and chain around his neck, that ain't a [?]
Caps will sit on top of his head like [?]
I time traveled, the year I was born, you gotta add a B.C
You battled a he/she and was comfortable
Must be punkin' you
Cal' was punkin' you
Ain't no punk in me, so ain't no punkin' me
Hop out the Hummer V, grab the pump and squeeze
Shell casings cover the ground like it was pumpkin seeds
Come for me
You gon' pay the price, I'm talkin' ton of fees
Tumbleweed, I smell pussy beyond the summer's eve
The wildest with the TEC, in my chest I got some Rasheed
Y'all think that he's on a roll but he's below sea level like a submarine
Mid round I get to hovering like I'm some machine
You and yo' bitch out coupling will catch a couple rings
I couldn't be a URL puppet, fuck it, cut my strings
I ain't the best, that's angry sex, fuck you mean?

[Round 3: Pat Stay]
I'm sick and tired, of every fuckin' time, hittin' me wit' some race shit
My mixed daughter is going to watch it one day and how the fuck I explain this?
Yo, I know white people in the states are fucked up, but what are you doin' to change it?
Ain't shit
It's hard to hold up a raised fist with a sprained wrist
And of course, I'm like the only white guy here, of course it's gonna hit
But honestly, I don't find that as funny shit
I don't care about color skin
I care about father figures, our daughters become women and our sons becoming men
You got three baby mothers, right? God knows how many kids
We wouldn't know, cause he hides them, shows how proud that he is
You're not that famous so don't even act like it's for their privacy
Right now, as far as his children know, he's the fuckin' GOAT at Hide And Seek
Real shit, I don't give a fuck how many views how many shows
I don't give a fuck how many groupies, how many hoes
A man don't leave a woman to raise a child on her own
Then act like he's doin' his part by Skyping every once in a while on his phone
You said, "Bitches act like they don't need a man until they got a flat tire."
When your single mother raised you, did your father stand by her?
Right? The fuck do you get your nerve from?
Your only responsibilities are to rap and get your hair done
The effects of not havin' a father figure, you think you would've learned from
Cause what he did is what you're doing and what's gonna happen to your son
And one day he's gonna talk to you like, "I know I don't see you a lot. But when you did. You teached me a lot
I used to watch you. You used to walk out the door late and tell me to leave it unlocked
And I hated you for it cause I knew you was goin' to cheat on my moms
And fuck you for that shit, huh
Don't you see what you lost
This what you do huh? Make families then leave them to rot
Man fuck you, I'ma be better than that. This is the last time me and you talk."
Ayo Chaz
(Yes sir!)
That's how you speak to ya pops!
C'mon, aye look he mad right now
Fuck Verb I'm talkin' to Chaz right now
Picture your kids callin' another man "Dad" right now
Yo I die even from the thought of that
Your children want their father back
You told Bonnie she should sell her pussy like a real woman
Tell your daughter that!
Aye listen, and I don't take no life advice from a deadbeat dad
"Oh I'll have you know red meat's bad."
Shut the fuck up
Low carb havin', cole slaw snackin'
Stomach always growlin', eat a hundred garden salads and still fuckin' starvin' after
Fuck that shit
"Oh Veganism helped find his soul."
He skips the Big Mac now and just gets the fries and a Diet Coke
This guy is WOKE
What a cornball
If you had to find yourself through a veggie burger you're a fuckin' moron
And I heard you got Mook next
Fuck it, both of y'all get suplexed
Didn't you lose your last battle here? You must have some cool friends
Aye RBE you know what the fuck it's about
I guess our success depends now on who we're buddies with now
Time

[Round 3: Aye Verb]
Third round, this the round you get respect now homie
You did good, you stood up tall but still got sat down comfy
This battle was for the bread, right?
Well instead, how about I give my check now humbly
Cause I'd rather lose my bread and walk out with a high head
Then let a weak ass n***a like TECH9 judge me
Man fuck **EVERYBODY**, let the Eagle loose
Extended on the AK, the clip look like a piece of you
Aimin' at a piece of you
Then change my mind and force it on your son like an Easter suit
When it's war time you crackers wine, no Jesus juice
I don't gotta bark at you n***as, big dogs don't need to roof
It ain't what you say it's who you speakin' to
You got the big head it's time we shrink it back down like, "Come here Beetlejuice."
Pop up like peek-a-boo with that baby thunder that Pikachu
These are jewels that God sent me, make cathedrals move
The devils in me, let the evil's loose
Look at my face, this is the face of a man that'll peel somethin'
Hard life made me numb white boy, I don't feel nothin'
For my pride I'll kill somethin'
Go to my plug and tell them n***as steal from us and they still front us
You rap to get a deal from it
Take my advance and get pills pumpin'
I can't dream when these bills comin'
Fuck this, three minute rounds they ain't book me for a long time
Fuck the preview, let's let that beef brew
In 3D too so it's showtime
Watch yo' sentences cause fans gon' type what you said
Dash, or I'll put a hyphen inside of yo' head
Tie dye yo' lil' egg
I'm possessed by the strangest forces
You don't wanna get schooled then n***a change the courses
You strain yo' voice to spit a gang of horseshit
I watched the game from floor six, n***a you floor sick
With this war shit, in the ring I'me Foreman
And all you rap n***as my sons, a bunch of Foremans
If we was locked up, I'd take your fruit cup and come eat your shit
I told my dawg, hand me a piece, not a portion
.44 hold it over your head like extortion
You nice but I cracked the code; the movie Swordfish
These rappers get on war shit til I get in the room, the temperature change on some storm shit
Through my crown the devil's horn's rip
Pull a strap on me, I break the hand you lift the arm wit'
You in the presence of a witty n***a who wit' it wigger
I'ma put a scratch on your record like wigga wigga
I used to want my peers to love me and say "yeah" to my verses
They hate because I stand on this surface
I used to try to be perfect
Then it hit me, "fittin' in just ain't workin."
Cause you n***as clown and you never see a wolf in the circus
It'll never be another cold rapper with this control factor
When God made me n***a the mold crackled
My mind's soul crafted for soul snatchin'
And tell that bitch ass n***a Mook, I'll flip on yo' ass like an old matress