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[Round 1: Tay Roc] (*Tay Roc chooses to go first before the coin is flipped*) AYOOOOOOO! AYOOOOOOOOOOOO! AYOOOOOOO! Ayo, y'all hear me? Y'all hear me? (*Roc has his mic turned up while the crowd gets hype*) Aye... When I battled Charron, I already knew I'd end up battlin' Pat I said, "Bullets go through Charron, and then they hit Pat on the back" Aye, I should've saved that line for you, it's aggravatin' But this'll drop Pat on his back: congratulations! To-day, you battle for a Black man, just so we're clear The White man must not be treatin' you right if you over here! You an in-the-closet racist, the rap version He faces fears every time he faces a Black person! Aye, you do know you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me I told Smack, "Bring this dummy to me" You said I took you in the wrong place... This looks like London to me WHAT'S UP!? WHAT'S UP!? What's funny to me is you wanted this battle judged But you'se a crackhead, my name Roc(k) You'd even spend yo' money on me! I did 3 million views vers' Hollow You battled him twice, them numbers still ain't as greater Aye, so when this do a couple million views, you should thank me later I came to slay ya Come to ya studio, whoever stay in danger Y'all gon' hear somethin' fire, like "This track I just made a banger!" Aye, I take a razor Cut through his bone 'til I break his finger Run his head through a wall Look like I'm doin' the Kamehameha! WHAT!? (x6) Pat, you ain't a gangsta, you a comedian Whose shirts be chokin' and squeezin' him But yet you still insist on gettin' a Medium! I swear... What!? I swear y'all got me mistakin' this battle Don't he look like one of them frat boys that be takin' a paddle? (Yes!) Don't he look like he own a farm and be rapin' the cattle? Don't he look like one of them kids that the priest raped in the chapel!? Smack ain't slick either He gon' put the Grim Reaper vers' this Magic Mike bodybuildin' faggot-ass stripteaser! Lookin' like a fake personal trainer gym teacher You'se a dick-eater! Watch what you say: lip-reader! He be like... (*Pat Stay impression*) "It's Pat Stay, catch me hoppin' out a gray BM 750: lookin' like it's close to 8 PM" Talkin' 'bout you get the ladies? You were wavy when? Patriots home field only time we seen them bitches in Pat Stay DM (Pats stadium) Patriots home field? Pats stadium? Who rap great as him? If Pat play wit' him, I bat-swing at him and give him a cracked cranium The gat BANG at him Extended clip from the MAC danglin' Or I'll hit him wit' the knife, until the Point Break I'll Pat Swayze him! PAT! I roll wit' a pack and they'll ride To wherever the fuck you at, they'll drive All you hear is, "PAT!" then pat! pat! pat! when they arrive People over top of you like, "Pat...STAY ALIVE!" I'm THAT sick! FUCK you! Suck a FAT dick! You on SMACK, and finally got Roc(k) What, you fiendin' for a crack hit? You gon' get ya ass kicked spittin' wack shit In this rap shit, you will never be over me You supposed to be under Roc(k) Your name is Pat, trick (Patrick)! I don't know if you a pizza man or a cab driver You a crackhead! I heard you blew (blue) stones like sapphire Ya bitch get dragged by ya I kidnap her in a Nissan truck, and I highly doubt if Pat find her (Pathfinder) Get mad hyper Let 'em gas you up to a match-striker I point at his top, and let it flame high like his crack lighter I'll do you triflin' Put the knife in him and start slicin' him Bust this White boy's six-pack open like, "Bro, I grabbed the Heineken" Nah, that's just me, though Look, I gotta give Pat Stay a reminder Tay wit' the drama You a big bitch, and ya son! That's the type of shit I say to ya mama I get to wavin' a choppa, aim it and POP ya Have niggas in the background duck: that's a Canadian dollar! Nigga! Please don't play You know I'm 'bout to snap I coulda pulled up wit' a toaster on my lap And took a Canadian from Nova Scotia off the map My nigga's hands registered He'll start throwin' 'em at Pat I yell, "Spatula!" That means if it's beef, Pat, he'd (patty) flip you over on ya back! LIGHT BARS! DEAD NIGGA! GANG SHIT! What's UP!? What's UP!? [Round 1: Pat Stay] You're in three different battle rap gangs... MMM! Bet your mother's worried sick Initiation must've been shit! And you're the leader, too, bro? (Look at you go!) Nah, FUCK that shit! Nah, aye, aye, no- Fuck it! Look- Aye, you want that raw shit, then!? Fuck that jokes! Let's get to guns! I'm back in England Same connect, just a different plug Get stupid here- I'M NOT PLAYIN'! I'M NOT PLAYIN'! Get stupid, be a souvenir Gonna send him home with a different mug! Listen, bruv… He be doin' this shit after his lines as if we're dumb In other words, I'm pointin' it at his temple if you don't get the punch! Now, as far as you being a bodybuilder, you don't scare me at all, Tay As long as- (*chuckles*) You don't scare me at all, Tay And whoever told you you could beat me in London steered you the wrong way! He fuckin' awful! I'm Duck and Waffle: delivery all day! Aw, mayne, I'm 'bout to cook I'm sizzlin' up to saw Tay (sauté)! Now let's get shakin', y'all! On Autumn Madness 8... Autumn Madness 8 Automatic autograph his Cave I draw, then paint the walls You'll hear a (*chk-chk*) then a whistle like you tryin' to locate your dog If it's empty, I'm findin' a bat like Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls What's up!? You tough, huh!? I'll even let you land a shot Then lay Roc(k) out smooth with the counter like granite top! Dammit, stop! I'll pssh! pssh! pssh! pssh! - sound like when sandals flop Go 'head! Yo, go 'head! Stonehenge: I'll leave you right where you standin', Roc(k)! "I am NOT PAT STAY!" Yeah, you GOD DAMN RIGHT! You said that shit, then he shoved you around ALL DAMN NIGHT! YEAH! (x5) You all bark, no bite! Get Roc so hyped He might get mad, throw his cap, and almost fight! I know your type... "Hold me back, hold me back Yo, you got me? Yo, get OFF! Hold my hat, hold my shirt, hold my shoes, hold my socks" The more time he kills, the more unnecessary clothes come off! Let's GO! Fearless! Should see the size of the last guy he almost fought But one battle, he fuckin' lost it I thought they were gonna stop it When God forbid, Rum Nitty barely touched his pockets I said, "(*gasps*) No, he didn't just brush his pant! That's a BIG no-no on SMACK! If he shoots him, I understand!" Hey...nuclear warfare, global warming, pocket-tapping How you think the war with the Nazis happened? Someone brushed Hitler's pants walking past him Their main lines of defense? Bombing tactics, fogging gasses, and longer jackets Yo, that's shit's so stupid to me! Here, you wanna do it to me? You gonna touch my legs, ya fuckin' fag? Go ahead, I won't lose any sleep! Creep! Won't even tap his own pockets if he loses his keys! Aye, he'll just start shakin' his leg and hopes he can hear them move in his jeans! But that's the difference 'tween you and me I'd rather stay calm and diffuse shit Than run my mouth 100 times, and never do shit! Straight up! Aye, and I'm not concerned about some battle rap shit hurtin' my street cred You don't care either You just think you have to react to please them "Oh, he just touched my pockets. I gotta do somethin' They'll think I got G-checked" In cargo pants, walkin' around, playin' defense! (Oh. he's standin' behind me hatin', now I see that...) Back pockets showin', he's walkin' around with his cheeks clenched Makes complete sense! Ducking and dodging's just in his jeans (genes), then! You are NOT PAT STAY! Bitch, that's RIGHT! Hit me with that disrespect, I'm swingin' next (necks) like a giraffe fight! 'Til my hand'll (handle) have holes in it like a mack jack knife [Onstage Heckler] Aye, talk to him! (*Crowd starts booing*) [Pat Stay] Aye! AYE! AYE! AYE! Aye, FUCK HIM, and whoever's on STAGE with this guy! Fuckin' Nelly, with a fuckin' band-aid on his eye! (*Crowd starts going crazy*) [Pat Stay] The fuck outta here, boy! The fuck outta here, boy! The fuck outta here, man! [Tay Roc] GET THAT NIGGA, PAT! [Pat Stay] DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? Yeah, you better get that on camera! That's the most stardom you'll get, sucka! Yeah, you gettin' nothin' now, busta! I said, you are NOT PAT STAY! Yeah, bitch, that's RIGHT! You go too far with the disrespect, I'm swingin' next (necks) like a giraffe fight! 'Til my hand'll (handle) have holes in it like a mack jack knife Pick him up, and fuckin' chuck his skinny ass like, "That's light!" Aye, if I looked like you, I'd probably act all rugged and mean, too But luckily, since I'm tall, handsome, and funny, I don't need to Says I smoke crack? Please, dude If anyone looked at us and had to guess who smoked crack, it'd definitely be you! Time! [Smack White] Oh, shit! Yo, check it out, before we start the next round- Yo, listen! Yo, yo, hold it down. No more interruptin' the battles, please! Aight? Before we start the next round, this is my final warning Do NOT stream, don't go live with the battles, please! If you get caught, ain't no debatin': you're gettin' escorted, y'heard? Let's get it...ROC! Let's go, it's on you! SMMMDDLLACK! [Tay Roc] Yo, yo, yo, yo Turn me up. We good? We good? We good? We good? (*Someone gets caught streaming the battle and gets escorted from the venue*) [Tay Roc] Yeah, get him the fuck outta here [Smack White] Aight, that's ONE! That's the FIRST one, y'heard? I got zero tolerance tonight, but let's have a good time, and let's make history. Roc, it's on you! [Round 2: Tay Roc] You wanna know what rhymes with "Pat Stay"? [Crowd] What?, That's gay!, Pat's gay, etc [Tay Roc] That's gay This nigga's so lame You battled a transgender? You have no shame Your battle on URL with Roc? This is no game Smack ain't give you no no-name He gave you exactly what you wanted, Patrick: cocaine! Pat, you used to really smoke crack? Jesus Christ! Like, like, like, like, you'd hit the crack, then come up with bars? How do you even write? I used to sell that shit as a teenager, and I seen what it did to them people life You probably sucked Hollohan dick when you needed white! It's sad! He wanna be like all them rappers he look up to He like, "So what I smoke crack and rap? DMX did it - fuck you!" No! Fuck you! A nigga like me run in ya crib It'll be like how you used to cop: you'll get cracked in front of ya kids! So wait, not only are you battlin' Roc But you fightin' a drug addiction, and you battlin' rock? Yeah, we just laugh on the block when this fag come to cop We make him say, “Pretty pretty please, with the crack on the top” I’ll split ya head! Leave ya shit cracked on the top I’ll sell you some crack, send yo’ ass back up the block You’ll call me and be like, “Yo, this shit trash” And I’ll be like, “My bad, I grabbed it from Top” (That work’s bad) Aye! “Can I borrow your car, Pat? I’ll give you some hard crack” Then have him waitin’ 20 hours for me to bring his car back He like, “Roc, I’m calling the police! Where’s my car at?” I took it to the chop shop, and told him I got car-jacked You’se a 6-foot crackhead with Vanilla Ice features That look like he beat his wife in his wife-beater This dude is Diesel! It don’t mean that he don’t be doin’ diesel This ain’t your first time on SMACK: you be usin’ needles! I said, “Fuck it. This battle for a couple rounds - I’ll put the hammers aside” If I beat you barely doin’ that, it’ll damage your pride I think this White boy from Canada high Came all the way to London to get a can of Coke ‘cause Canada Dry A crackhead with cotton-mouth It only happens to some of ‘em I bet his mouth start waterin’ when the crackers in front of him Are you a recoverin’ addict, or an addict recoverin’? I’ll leave you in the hospital, roof split wit’ ya attic recoverin’! You fuckin’ cokehead! You line up white wit’ a debit card My shooter accept PayPal: I can line up White wit’ a debit card Booooy, aye! You hella fraud, this shit is a joke That shit that you smoke? You drink Henny wit’ no chaser, but somehow still mix it wit’ coke I couldn’t be your supplier, I’d wanna stop I wouldn’t know if he’d come to cop, or if he was a fuckin’ cop I heard you quit smokin’ - cool! You should wanna stop Crackhead! You should know you could die if you fuck wit’ Roc(k) You look like you come through when the shop’s not open Nose leakin’, mouth movin’, eyes wide open When you say you used to, I think you should stop jokin’ I personally never met a crackhead that stopped smokin’! Pat! You are the biggest junkie I’ve ever seen! You couldn’t be standin’ on my block: you’d be scarin’ all the other fiends! You the type of nigga I’d give a rock when I want my oven clean Like, “Try this. This white hit harder than Butterbean!” Is this nigga deaf? Just accept this disrespect If anybody on King of the Dot ever told you you smoked I.C.E (ice), they were talkin’ crystal meth! That’s hella sad! That drug is hella bad! He was in his mom basement cookin’ that shit up: Dexter’s Lab So wait- Not only do you smoke the shit, but you know how to cook it, too, bro? Look at you go! And after this, I got some crack for you, and a hooker, too, bro Light bars Fuck outta here! Gang shit! Extra light [Round 2: Pat Stay] Call me “Channing Tatum”? Roc is gay Said I battled a tranny? That tranny had more balls than you Listen, Roc, shut the fuck up You as fake as your jewelry You’re the nicest guy, regular job That “gang-gang” shit ain’t foolin’ me You from Howard County! [Tay Roc] Harford [Pat Stay] Harford County [Tay Roc] Hazzard [Pat Stay] Hazzard - not very much, buddy! Hazzard County! The nicest gated community, carried beauti- Am I right!? [Tay Roc] Wrong [Pat Stay] Yeah, right! -carried beautifully! Halloween? King-size chocolate bars, gluten-free Cherries Jubilee! Aye, and Tay was raised with both parents! And Tay’s parents had a real good marriage! The average house where he’s from is half a mil’! The only guy within 40 miles who has a grill! Yo, I’m in the Cave wit’ the lantern, walk ‘round like this You get the picture? Roc(k) house was lit! Aye, his friends from the ‘hood used to pop by his crib... Go back home feelin’ like a hot pile of shit! GRRRR! His Rottweiler’s pissed! GRRRR! It’s the ice machine on his fridge! Man, STOP! I had a good life, too! But they couldn’t use that angle on me ‘cause I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not! You’re a sucka! ‘Cause Goodz had this guy timid He said, “Well, he said his daughter’s off-limits? Well, then the REST of his family get it!” Pussy! Shame on you, bro! He said don’t mention his mother, right? Tuh! Oh yeah? Well, maybe I WON’T! You came here to get lyrical, I came here to belittle you Get ya tool: I got the hammer for Roc(k), and a chisel, too And I’mma just slowly chip at you Show the world the bitch in you This here? All me! This here? Isn’t you! Want me to give you an example? I’ll put it like this to you See how you’re tryin’ to joke this battle to switch your style, to fit the mood? Well, guess what? I don’t! Ever! You’re like a totally different dude! ‘Cause this guy? All ya boy! This guy? Isn’t you! He’s stretchin’ ‘cause he knows th- That’s right! Aye! Oh, I’m goin’! Look! He knows it! That really ain’t you! Fuck rap! I came to fuckin’ humiliate you! That shit you said to Charron was pretty hateful Young Jennifer Aniston: it got a little racial Black facemask on, and I ain’t get a facial But when this shit peels off, it is a little painful You called my son a BITCH!? Well, let’s switch the tables It’ll be funny when he’s gettin’ his dick sucked by Daddy’s Little Angels! Yeah, you did! [Tay Roc] I said, “You’re a bitch, and your son: that’s the type of shit I say to ya MAMA!” I’m talkin’ to ya mama, nigga! Pussy! Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout!? Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, nigga!? [Pat Stay] See? Listen! Listen! Listen! See, me and- Aye! Aye! What!? I don’t give a- Suck my dick! [Tay Roc] Fuck you! Suck a dick, man! Suck a dick! Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout!? What you gonna do!? [Pat Stay] Suck a dick, man! What!? What are you gonna do, man!? Get the f- Shut up, man! That’s what I thought! [Tay Roc] Make me shut up, nigga! Make me shut up, nigga! [Pat Stay] Seriously, you cut my shit off!? [Tay Roc] What you gonna do, man? Nothin’! [Pat Stay] You ain’t gonna do shit either! [Tay Roc] You not gonna do nothin’, nigga! [Pat Stay] Aye...WHAT’S HE GONNA DO!? ALMOST FIGHT! Shut the FUCK up! That’s what I THOUGHT! Sucka! [Tay Roc] You pussy, nigga! Keep that same emotion! Keep it! Keep it! Keep it! Keep it! [Pat Stay] I got it! Bro, I’m not the battle rapper guy, man! Fuck with me! [Tay Roc] Me neither! Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout!? Show me somethin’! Show me somethin’! [Pat Stay] Fuck this guy! Suckas, man! Straight up! [Tay Roc] Go ‘head, go ‘head, boy I ain’t none of these other niggas, nigga! [Pat Stay] I ain’t doin’ nothin’! [Tay Roc] Go ‘head, go ‘head “Almost fight” my ass… [Pat Stay] That’s what I- Do it! Yo, stop talkin’, man! [Tay Roc] Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout!? Do somethin’, nigga! [Pat Stay] Why you cuttin’ my shit off, bro!? [Tay Roc] BECAUSE you talkin’ stupid! [Pat Stay] You talkin’ stupid! You called my son a BITCH!? Bro, you CALLED MY SON A BITCH!? (*Smack and Yakman step in to prevent the fight from escalating further*) [Pat Stay] It’s all good! Ain’t nothin’ happenin’, we good I ain’t runnin’ shit back! Talkin’ that racist shit, right? Me and Charron were the only White guys there, that’s why I didn’t like it Coward! Quiet as a mouse ‘til he’s ‘round the right clique (right-click)! You sounded pretty upset with all that “cracker fuckin’ White” shit Bitch, I don’t give a fuck! I’ll beat you down with a fuckin’ nightstick! That’s right, BITCH! Yeah, y- (*Crowd starts booing*) [Pat Stay] Ain’t got nothin’ to do with White shit! I’ll beat you him wit’ a fuckin’ nightstick! Like, “That’s right, BITCH! Yeah, your registration and ya license!" Kevin Nash front-right kick, you’ll do a tight flip Seen ya post about ya dead homie, and I liked it! Nice pic! (*Crowd starts cheering again*) [Pat Stay] And I liked it! Nice pic! It looked great alongside with...my dick! Fighting Irish! I'll swing on Roc(k) like Miley Cyrus! Highly violent! Get capped in (Captain) both eyes (Aye's) like a pirate! Or knife him, slice him Between the ear-to-ear, or I might just Mid-face! Leave it torn between the two: I’m indecisive! Knife Bar King! (Aye, I thought you dissed my son Alright? You’re my guy, you’re my guy) Knife Bar King! I’ll hit him with throwin’ knives I’m pickin’ Jaws like I’m cocky playin’ GoldenEye! Or do him greasier Stab him in the abdomen, it’ll be easier I’m tryin’ to put holes in Roc(k), so I gotta plant it (planet) somewhere meatier (meteor)! You’re only cross-eyed in pictures, and it frustrates me ‘Cause I can’t diss you for it - they’ll think I’m just crazy He tried to snipe me, but it just grazed me So either luck saved me, or now we know which one’s lazy You and Brizz actually look like bats Like if y’all were upside-down right now, I’d just look right past Like what’s there to see? Brizz didn’t have to do nothin’ to get in the gang He’s like, “You’re good like that” Alright, time, man That shit fucked my mood up [Round 3: Tay Roc] (It’s love, it’s love, bro) AYO! I couldn’t picture you being one of my closest of friends… Look at the clothes that he’s in! I’m like, “What the fuck you got on, Pat?” He like, “You like it, bro? Fashion Nova for Men!” Enough of the jokes, ‘cause I did enough of that wit’ my pen Y’all wanted that gun bar shit OK, so now I’m goin’ right in… I shoulda wore a suit I planned on catchin’ me a case Kick him with the dress shoe All Stay see (Stacy) is Adams in his face Leavin’ wit’ his left eye All he gon’ have is his right eye Like whips in London, your staring will (steering wheel) only work on the right side Aye, I seen your movie, your name was Racist in Bodied Y’all ain’t gotta go to AMC to see a racist get bodied Is that straight? I’ll give you grams off a crack plate Keep smokin’ (K)nicks, Patrick: you in (Ewing) some bad shape This nigga Pat is a fraud Your face? I’ll sock it (socket) I’m 100 percent I’mma get a battery charge (*chk-chk*) This’ll shatter his skull The morticians will have to make up a body like Madam Tussauds The Glock drawn Your whole Army get popped on The Lieutenant, General, and Colonel (kernel) in a bag: that’s popcorn The inf’ red locked on! What’s the last thing you type after you enter a website? Right! I hold that dot calm (.com)! Get bombed on I palm metal and, let God settle him Three rounds, if all them don’t kill him, they all edgin’ him You fuckin’ wit’ the wrong veteran! Walk in my house, see two guns on the table: that’s arm-wrestlin’! Ayo! This nigga lame! Getcha face smacked thinkin’ shit a game I brought the SK in (en), G: this shit a skeng! If you get outta line, I’ll get insane Grip the thang, the trigger bang Hit his brain, leave his body in River Thames! AYE! He can’t move me! Right hook’ll leave this man woozy! Treat his head like a football to Wayne Rooney! Bang Uzis- IT’S ME, NIGGA! FUCK IS YOU TALKIN’ ‘BOUT!? I’M NOT PAT STAY! Bang Uzis...like a La-Z-Boy, stretchin’ ya… Bang Uzis… (*Roc loses his place after getting himself hyped*) Forgive me, y’all, forgive me I’m thrown off right now, y’all, forgive me Aye! Bang Uzis! Recline him on some La-Z-Boy shit! This British Bulldog’ll send you to Davey Boy Smith! Rest in peace! Testin’ me, I start sprayin’ a round Police brutality: you’ll hear a BANG! then Stay on the ground Think I’m playin’ around? (*Roc loses his place AGAIN*) Hold on! I’m not- YO! AYE! You think I’m playin’ around? Get ya house hit! Get thrown off a roof Like, Stay fly: he got on a fresh outfit I’m ’bout this! I’ll beat you silly and snatch you out ya attire That’s the only way to get the truth out of Pat the Logical (pathological) Liar! I’m talkin’ ‘bout- NO! NO! Fuck outta here! NO! NO! Fuck outta here! I’m thrown off! I’m talkin’ ‘bout his whole jaw cracked, and mouth get a wire Send the goons through Your bitch call like, “Pat! The house is on FIRE!” Run up on me, and my heat might clap Y’all gon’ see me give Stay steel (still) like, “Hold on, I’ll be right back…” Play and you losin’ I could use an AK when I’m shootin’ Or I can fuck Stay up like vacation is ruined What I hold in my coat will leave a hole in your throat You memorized your rhymes? I bet a buck-fifty I know where you’ll choke You’ll get drowned in a lake The homies, they’ll find the homie afloat Pat’ll (paddle) be underwater: rowin’ a boat I come to check ya, this gun a Heckler Switch from semi to rapid-fire The bust (bus) got two levels: that’s a double-decker! London! I’m on my shit Soon as I heard he touched down, I had to come after Pat (P.A.T.) like an onside kick Bitch! You finna beat me? Still niggas lyin’ (Tell him like I told the others: I don’t feel niggas’ rhymes Who he foolin’ with them steel-grippin’ lines? Fuckin’ with me, you’ll get SMACKED: we on real nigga time) [Round 3: Pat Stay] Aye, yo, listen! That Wayne Rooney line was dope You structured it beautifully But like all of his other shit, it don’t have nothin’ to do with me So if that line was his greatest shit How is it so creative if You could literally say the shit to a 10-year-old Asian chick? And why do you aim like this? That’s how you hold your weapon? What a close connection Explains why your rounds have no direction! I got the most selection The vocal presence, the endless roasting sessions, that controlled aggression I’m about to put Roc(k) in my stone collection- No, I’m an adult - I don’t have a fucking stone collection But I’ll punch a hole through his chest, grip his solar plexus And lift him up and shoulder-press him! The most dynamic, every verse paints a picture I’ll even slide in and add a lesson (an adolescent) like Verb’s babysitter! You do what she made him do! Don’t say shit: just filler (fill her)! Bro, I look like I’m just on a hammock, relaxed You look like you ‘bout to have a panic attack! (*Mmph!*) Always puttin’ his hand up like that Oh, he sick ‘cause I’m White, and I’m swaggin’ like that Oh, you mad right now, sweatin’ bad right now Ugh! Ugh!...He chokin’ so BAD right now! Ready to GAG right now! Get him a BAG right now! Ope!...He wanna burp so BAD right now! And bro, I don’t smoke the Rock: I’m just built like him So yeah, you better have you a gun! Shit, I still might win! Bitch, you better have a bazooka fuckin’ shootin’ boulders But you’ll think I did, too, when Roc(k) get (rocket) launched over my shoulder! I told ya all my deepest secrets and hardly even know ya But they say, “You can trust someone as far as you could throw them” In that case, you’re the best man at my wedding and the godfather to my son ‘Cause I could fuckin’ catapult ya! And I know you thought gettin’ in my personal life would get to me Bro, I’m an open book: it’s not hard to read into me But there is one thing you said where you lost my respect instantly In an interview, I watched you pronounce “specifically” “pacifically” I said to myself, “No...it can’t be! I must be losin’ it! And if yes, why, and what does the ocean have to do with this?” Maybe me being an open book doesn’t gain him a profit! And his novelties wearin’ off ‘cause he has no table of contents! Gun Bars, GunTitles - The End! People used to fuck with you serious! But nowadays, in the URL, you don’t get no Ws, period (www.)! The fans LOVED you! Now they’re like, “Man, FUCK you!” Dragged on them tool bars, now it’s somethin’ you can’t undo Mad at Hitman ‘cause you don’t get half of what he’s paid And you’re supposed to be the face of SMACK? What a SMACK in the FACE! I thought y’all Respect the SHOOTER! Ain’t this ya TOP GUN!? Must be that aim shit! So they called a Hitman to get the JOB done! (*Crowd starts chanting “2-1!”*) [Pat Stay] Aye! Don’t be mad at him ‘cause- yo! Aye...what’s that noise!? Why’s it sound like we’re ‘bout to get hit by a truck for? I’ll rock Roc in the face, then put Roc’s face in a rock if he rush more! (Rushmore) Pick him up, sling Roc(k) across the country like a drug lord! I’ll get back on track, I said, I’ll finish it off Aye, ‘cause at the end of the day, you don’t get paid like that ‘cause Roc can’t deliver So Smack had to cut his money down: Roc(k), Paper, Scissors! Time!
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