Pat Stay’s second appearance on URL following his surprising victory vs Tay Roc at Summer Madness 8 finds him taking on veteran Shotgun Suge on NOME 9. Both battlers received acclaim for their performances… Read More [Pat Stay] Who callin’? Let’s see - call it, Suge (*Suge starts his first round before the coin is flipped*) [Round 1: Shotgun Suge] You like to judge niggas in your battles! We kept the files I’m that young Black nigga they expect to wild I came dressed to see a judge, ‘cause I’m expectin’ trial I expect him to judge me on how I’m Muslim, how I gang-bang, how I raise my seed But you can’t judge me or make me bleed Or make me put my hand on a Bible I don’t even read Let’s get one thing straight, Judge You be talkin’ heavy You wanna be a judge? I cock the Dezzi Turn it around, and beat a judge: Dr. Sebi! You tried to judge Ars’ on losin’ his wife Then you tried to judge Math on his anger issues and almost losin’ his life You told DNA everything you spit is livin’ in proof Then had the nerve to tell Clips you gon’ do him like your son when his moms is pregnant, and give him the deuce? You gon’ judge me and say I got bad health But you never took a step back to judge yourself Like, what would your son think? What would your son think if he knew his father could relapse on crack off one drink? What would your son think if he knew whether he could see his father was left up to one shrink? What would your son think if he knew you was racist and looked at me like the lesser man? What would his son think if he knew his father smoked crack off a Pepsi can? Red dot, the mag' beam Think To Wong Foo… ‘cause we already knew Patrick was a cross-dressin’ drag queen! Yeah, spirits flyin’ through the crib when I’m raisin’ wit’ the clip Headshot: Patrick’ll be a Ghost, makin’ vases wit’ his bitch! Shootin’ and drivin’ in a stick-shift, big Crips You gotta pay, sir, (Pacer), stick clips .45 on a big white boy: Rik Smits! You ain’t nothin’ but a junkie who made a name Completin’ rehab was your claim to fame Funny guy: Damon Wayans Bam Bam: these Bald Heads cause major pain (Major Payne) I do hella shit! Mo’ crimes Minivan, slow grind The family wit’ you? Fo’ nine Be a stunner, I hit the baby fo’ times We ain’t nothin’ alike, pussy Fuckin’ snow bunny You pink and you white, pussy I got the big .40, the Texas joint Shit kick, hit P.A.T., and get extra points .40-cal’ brand him, put his back on the griddle Take his ribs, V-12 slidin’ wit’ his racks in the middle I give a fuck where you from It’s gon’ be a hot summer I’ll fold the car to a messenger that’ll pull up on any block(ed) number For 4 G’s, he get water damage - I run a tight ship Liar, please, the vise grip Who the leader? 15 shots, I’m packin’ the chrome I hit the Chief wit’ a bullet: Patrick Mahomes I’ll smack your mother on her deathbed! (*smack, smack, smack*) Three of them thangs: Chef Trez! (Pay me my money!) You smokin’ pipe, the best lead His bones, I’m Breaking Bad, meth-head! He paralyzed, but he still talkin’ Look at him, lickin’ his lips, but he still coughin’ White boy hit the glass harder than Bill Walton! Y’all know he heard me! I ain’t got no mothafuckin’ slogan - JERSEY! [Round 1: Pat Stay] Aye, y’all hear me!? AYE, HOUSTON, WHAT UP!? (What up!?) URL, glad to be back It’s Pat...your favorite rapper from SMACK This guy tried to dress like me - pretty smooth, though You got suited, too, bro? Look at you go! Aye, kept talkin’ ‘bout me smokin’ crack Suge, look at me and look at you If I smoke crack, that may be somethin’ you’d need to look into I just killed Roc, and you gave me HIM!? This shit ain’t makin’ sense No, I killed Verb, too! Bitch, I’M the fuckin’ main event! He hangin’ wit’ Twork, who’s a Blood, and this sucka’s claimin’ Crip Psshh, shit, all you need’s a white boy, and we could be the new Color Changin’ Click! (It’s easy! Easy!) See, you wild, but I got more style than you All sauce like Italian food You wanna tap my pockets? Go ahead, I allow you to But try and dunk on me, bitch, I’ll foul you Tuh! Better tone that shit down a few You don’t wanna get beat up by a white boy in a flower suit! Up in my face, but wit’ Hitman, he was miles from dude! Gave him so much room (mushroom), Mario got a power boost! Damn, that man punked you, made a fool of you Told you if you touch him during the battle, he would slump you Said “I BET you won’t” right in your face a hundred times Battled in Jersey, and the whole time, he didn’t even brush dude! Coward shit! COWARD SHIT! COWARD SHIT! Where was all the pocket-taps and dunk moves!? You just choose people who most likely ain’t gonna punch you Well, fuck you! I ain’t scared of you Bump you, shove you, heart-check, whatever the fuck I want to! Snuff you, baby moms, youngest and oldest son, too! I don’t care if he’s only 12, that little sucka will catch the one-two (1-2)! Hold up! Aye, listen to me! Shotgun Suge...knock on wood He’ll show up at your barbecue when them hot dogs good Yo, hold up (*Shotgun Suge impression*) “While you was writin’ your lil’ raps for me, Pat, makin’ people laugh and shit I was on the block, killin’ people and dodgin’ bullets over a brick! WHAT YOUR LIFE LIKE!?” Oh, shut it, Jimmie, would ya!? Man, let me keep exposin’ this clown You make at least 10 grand a battle That’s like 70 grand a year Plus all the merch and music? Bro, fools would kill to have your career If I was a dude on your block you’d be posted on, I’d find this shit weird Like, “What, you think this shit’s cool or somethin’? Bro, you’re famous! Why are you here!?” What's your LIFE like!?! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! What's your LIFE like!?! Aw, man...I can’t imagine - sounds awful, dude Performin’ in front of hundreds of fans, Shaq always tryin’ to talk to you Gotta go to all them meet-and-greets, sellin’ T-shirts and jogging suits Getting $10,000 to rap for nine minutes I am so sorry, dude! Boy, you must be tired A tiger leaping through hoops of fire, you survivor I am so goddamn proud of you That’s the end of that shit! That “What’s your life like?” shit is fuckin’ wack You get flown around the world and paid good just to rap! “What’s your life like?” Quite nice Spoiled fuckin’ brat You got it better than almost everyone here, Suge - shut ya trap! I did a Mortal Kombat survey on which Fatality they wished they could use They chose Raiden’s finishing move just so they could change positions with you Dipshit...you a fuckin’ joke, bro! “I’m the biggest Baby Loc on the streets!” Well, I’d hope so! Yo, I’m ‘bout to drop a 30 He gettin’ bodied early Ya size does not concern me I don’t care if you 6’9” (6ix9ine): I’ll do Shotti dirty (That’s nothin’! That’s nothin’!) Got wild demons, leave ya mouth leakin’ Housekeeping: Do Not Disturb me Houston logo - imagine it now The way I crafted this round’s like the Rockets Jersey! 1-0? 1-0! [Round 2: Shotgun Suge] I said, I don’t wanna hear how you put the pipe down, ‘cause I don’t give a fuck Everybody in here lost somebody who ain’t live enough I feel bad for the pipers, freebasers, those I wished the best I ain’t the Judge, just gotta judge I can’t give you life, but I can give you death Old-school Joe Brown: you just play Judge I was watchin’ your battles with my mother’s brother, and my Uncle felt (Phil) you a gay Judge You told Charron to look at you while you drillin’ him (*A bunch of people in the crowd start yelling out “Pause!”*) You told Charron to look at you while you drillin’ him Off the rip, I thought you was talkin’ about killin’ him But you was feelin’ him- no, fillin’ him No synonym, y’all feminine Y’all too nice to each other - too gentle men (two gentlemen) Oh, I’m lying? Nothin’ I’m sayin’ relevant? OK, Pat - I got cold evidence (*Suge pulls out a huge, blown-up photo of Pat Stay consoling Charron on the couch*) This is you, all out in the open You hella sloppy Couldn’t help it, prob’ly You fucked this little boy and told him, “Don’t tell nobody”! I heard it’s gon’ be a bloodbath! Oh, well...indeed! Big nigga gon’ cry in the back: Joel Embiid! He gon’ lose in a savage way I’ll let the Wave hit you: he a castaway To beat me, you’ll need the luck of the Irish, and this ain’t (Saint) Patrick’s Day I tote lead! No, really, I tote lead You a bitch - know how I know? (How?) You let Calicoe put a battle gun on your fo’head! No hard, he actin’ hard: Will Ferrell Oh, you scared of a battle gun? How the fuck you gon’ act starin’ down a real barrel!? Fuck you yell ‘bout, you frail-mouth!? Smoke, I bust a lil’ Sig (cig’): this a jailhouse Race card! Should I do it? Are y’all gon’ boo it? Or should I play it safest? No, fuck that! I wanna know why you and Hollohan had a three-round battle on who the biggest racist (*Some people in the audience start booing*) Go ‘head and boo, but y’all can’t ignore the facts - he type sick Your bigotry turns on and off like a lightswitch You told Tay Roc you was gon’ beat him down wit’ a nightstick Then you asked him for his registration and his license Told the crowd you don’t give a fuck - that was wack Oh my God, it don’t get more Donald Trump than that! Your man Hollohan got the “White Pride” tat’ on his back wit’ the eagle under it? I should put “White Pride” on a tombstone and leave you under it! He better watch his back, hope his head swift Pole, two steel rounds will straighten his back like a deadlift! Purple rags - this a lifestyle, not just Grape apparel Gun in his mouth, he ate the barrel I’ll let him live I bet from now on, Pat Stay on the straight and narrow Bulldog barkin’, it get his face cooked Headshot...he can’t move: Stay put! Aye, Ars’, you know what fucks me up, fool? He like Black bitches, fool So you get mad, smack her, call her a Black bitch?...Me, too! [Pat Stay] That’s fire, dawg! [Shotgun Suge] I’m totin’ some shit that’s knockin’ doors down MAC-11, call it “9/11”: I’m knockin’ floors down! You came here marshmallow-white Fire on him, he lookin’ s’mores now Pat came to America to lose in the big game: Georgetown! I’m puttin’ hollows in him MAC on me, one bullet out of the 10 You fuckin’ dope fiend, you worse than everybody you tryin’ to condemn I would pocket-check you, but I might get poked by a syringe! Y’all know he heard me! I ain’t got no mothafuckin’ slogan - JERSEY! [Round 2: Pat Stay] Aye, y’all ready!? (Yeah!) Aye, calm it down...that’s what’s up Yo, Suge, you got a real bad attitude Like, you just wake up mad Like the second you open your eyes, you put on some AR-Ab You wanna ease into that shit, Jimmie Bro...like, you don’t look like you’re havin’ fun These are all your fans, bro Why you gotta be so mad and tough? I bet you when it’s just you and the boys, you’re actually a really funny guy I bet wit’ your girl you’re just a big ol’ teddy bear wit’ a lovey-dovey side I bet you wouldn’t be so mad all the time if you could actually be yourself You’re a fully loaded Shotgun, but this slug won’t leave his shell Nahmsayin’? I’m talkin’ real shit See, y’all see a big bad bully, huh!? You know what I see, y’all? A big goof, wants to laugh, but don’t wanna seem soft A big sook, just wants to go home wit’ his b-ball Name’s “Shotgun” ‘cause he just needs a shoulder to lean on! So mad and aggressive (What else?) Always acts so defensive (What else?) Then posts a mean mug on Instagram like, “Ask me a question.” Always dunkin’ on people, too! That shit is pretty dope… Thought white man couldn’t jump, ‘til I come from the side- got him! Thought I was gonna dunk, eh? Shotgun’s a fraud - it’s only right I gave him the pump-fake! Big soft-ass CUPCAKE! Grump-faced! Plum-shaped! Sayin’ I do needles… I’ll hit you first, but I don’t touch base! Aye! Ya fuckin’ tugboat! So do your pocket-checks and sloppy lil’ dunks, bro I want you to It’s corny, but if you don’t, this battle would suck, though That's literally all they want from you So get in my face, invade my space 'Cause both of us know a Shotgun's only dangerous up close! AYE! 'Cause if I stood across the stage, out of Shotti's range When he rap, you'll be not engaged (en-gauge-d) Ooh, that punch is (punches) nuts like Johnny Cage! YOUR BOY'S WHITE like wallet chains and gothic bangs But still invited to the cookout, and leave wit' a pile of plates! You a tough guy, huh? It's funny how karma comes back 'round ‘Cause the King of Pocket-Checking went out to L.A., and you got pat down - for real! What happened!? [Shotgun Suge] I went home wit' everything I left with [Pat Stay] What happened!? These dudes just rappers They flipped his pockets inside-out, and Shotgun's bucks scattered! True story! Did it happen!? Did it happen!? [Shotgun's hype man] Never happened! Never happened! No! [Pat Stay] That's what I thought! That's what I thought! Did it happen!? Look, he MAD right now! Not havin' a great experience Sour...got this Grape fruit (grapefruit) furious! I ain't a clown - you just take yourself way too serious Plus, they paid me more than what they paid you, period! I just killed your boy Arsonal, this shit's easy as cake If I ain't the God, why in Jesus's name they keep feeding me Grapes!? [Shotgun Suge] Lux said that to Arsonal Lux said it first [Pat Stay] I'll spit the seeds in your face! Your lady's, too! I'm an asshole by nature: Stay the truth! Bro, this is nothin' I'm up here fuckin' flexin' I'm gettin' drunk in Texas (drunken texts) like messages from my exes P-A-to the T Stay! Give him that Hakeem face Post him up, shoulder bump, then hit his ass wit' the Dream Shake! HOLD UP! Aye! I gotta ask him somethin'! Yo, Suge, you said you DP'd a grown man at 15, eh? I don't know if that's gang slang, but in porn? Pretty gay "Yo, on NeighborHood, cuz, me and Surf just DP'd his ass." [Shotgun Suge] It's not NeighborHood [Pat Stay] I don't give a fuck! Look..."DP'd his ass" That shit sounds super gay, I don't give a fuck what you mean by that But hold up, talkin' through my shit... Suge, I'm wearin' a fucking pink flower suit...suede shoes, and a fucking top hat You're tellin' me this entire time you couldn't think of one line off that? You call yourself a battle rapper!? Not even a rhyme with "flower"? Sour, power - Suge, I've been here for, like, five hours! I don’t know, Jimmie, maybe like...I came dressed to my own funeral, ‘cause the flowers and the suit, you know C’mon, Jimmie! You can do this, bro If you don’t think of a rebuttal right now, you’re not even a rapper You’re just memorizing a play and repeating it after, a theatre actor Time! [Round 3: Shotgun Suge] Big stock! You see it, it’s raisin’ Got a flower suit for your funeral? You just dressed for the occasion! You prob’ly would shoot this shit up! You be dealin’ wit’ that white boy shit: depression Idaho on the barrel: suppression .44 goose-neck, Magnum: protection Two baby .9s, I shoot one more: neglection Big bucks, I’m a large spender I’ll serve him tips, all in his chest: he a bartender You ain’t got that skill to kill! You ain’t got that action feel! You crackin’ krills This point backup, two straps in his mouth: I’m feedin’ Patty Mills Your family wit’ you? I hope you hurry up and die Big .40, swallow up his pride You gon’ make the papers Him and his son on the front cover: Father of Asahd All jokes aside, don’t get beside yourself This whole “one day at a time, I’m two years clean” is a facade itself Don’t make me tag Twork in - you double-fucked You see the bounce, two arms swingin’: double-dutch! Twork gon’ dope fiend him, I’mma lean in to (the) punch: double cups! Aye, Smack! I’m like Bishop wit’ this shit Don’t try to take the gun from me This half a clip out the Drac’ (Drake) will have this Canada nigga tryna hide his son from me You can’t hide from me! I’mma search and find ya We got beef? Here’s a buck-fifty: he an empanada I’mma creep and ride up Two pops for his bitch-ass kid: he a prima donna I’m in his face like, “Do you wanna go there?” Chris Dudley better be cool, ‘cause I can Shaq on him outta nowhere! I try for two? You all lucked up He just gon’ be mad, then (Madden) one bullet’ll have Pat some or all (Summerall) fucked up! You fuckin’ comedian! You don’t want no smoke You think I’m playin’ wit’ you? This Shotgun ain’t no joke If I fuck you up, I was supposed to, it won’t count for me Quit doubtin’ me The last white boy that played with Suge...was hangin’ off a balcony! I got smoke for JC if he wanna play next! Pat, I’ll break necks, straight wreck I’mma seal him in a bag: Pat gotta Stay fresh! You just got to SMACK! You a late-bloom If we gon’ hate Tech 9, we gotta hate you, too Aye, cuz, you better make room Don’t forget, drums bangin’, all in his ear Pat better Stay tuned I’ll take him off the grid for days, with his mouth dumb Tape all in his trap: keep your mouth shut! Hit his spouse up They gon’ find Pat Stay at home like he don’t get out much Big bullets, tearin’ limbs… WHAT HIS LIFE LIKE!? You see that door? If he was on the other side, he’d run Against Ars’, he thought it was cool to play a cop - ‘til lil’ Pat on the other side of the gun! What his life like? You been through everything, you flunkie, crack junkie, rap crunkie! Now you diss Black people for rap money!? You dead! You dead, we gather ‘round for your short story Aye, Pat, I just turned your 30 years of life to a short story RANDOM! Aye, Verb! You fuckin’ chicken! You don’t want no beef! You vegan now? Biscuit in his mouth - I’ll feed you what you don’t eat! Y’all know he heard me! I ain’t got no mothafuckin’ slogan - JERSEY! [Round 3: Pat Stay] I just heard him say- He ends off every round wit’, “Yeah, you know what it is, you heard me I ain’t got no motherfuckin’ slogan - Jersey” Sounds like a slogan to me “What’s your life like?” “Random!” “Let’s get one th-” Man, you got the most in the league! And OK, that nightstick line was a little crazy for me to say But aye, you gonna call me a racist either way Don’t act like that’s the reason you use that angle against me Don’t act like since then, we’ve been talkin’ all cool and friendly Bro, you know I ain’t no racist - my daughter’s half-Black Look, I’m just the only white dude who ain’t scared to clap back! ‘Cause to me, it’s “White boys ain’t shit!” “Honky” this, “cracker” that! So FUCK ya feelings! I ain’t havin’ that! You tap my pockets, I’m tappin’ back! Motherfucker, SHAQ ATTACK! Jimmie, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! I ain’t the one to be foolin’ wit’! White-boy crazy: I’ll shoot up a school of fish! Bitch, I ain’t playin’ games! Keep callin’ me all these racist names! I’ll bust in your lady’s face and make her swallow my spicy mayonnaise! Bro, look around Yo, you think this shit’s easy for me? Always bein’, like, the only white guy here? Your opponent says some “Fuck white people” shit, and the whole crowd cheers (No, for real! Straight up!) “Yo, kill this white boy!” is all you hear, gettin’ heckled from every side Dolo, every time! No entourage hypin’ my lines! You got it easy...but it’s cool This shit ain’t nothin’ new Bro, I’m a hood barber - I’m used to being the only white boy in the room Basically, you don’t want no fade wit’ me! Suge, yo, you can’t embarrass me, Suge Wit’ that picture, you can’t embarrass me, Suge I embarrass myself for no reason I’ll make this uncomfortable for us both like low ceilings He say I be coke-fiendin’, nose bleedin’ So be it ‘Cause ever since I got on SMACK, I smoked Roc(k) Now this white boy’s OD’in’! I’ve been in this battlin’ shit since 2006! I inspired Drect from Grind Time to start up his shit Then came King of the Dot, URL, then all the other leagues in this bitch Called me a “culture vulture” before… Bitch, I’m partly the reason you even exist! You got bodied by Charron, Glueazy, and Mike P, too Facts! You got bodied by Charron, Glueazy, and Mike P, too! Tell us the real reason you hate white people! Canadian, my roundhouse cold like igloos I’ll kick a hole through this rhino’s a- You know what I’m sayin’, though? I’ll kick a hole through this rhino’s ass Pet Detective sequel: all this weight Jim carries- (Carrey) It’s easy, man Nah, fuck it, let’s switch it, ‘cause I ain’t here to fight Just get under your skin like a parasite You think you scare me, right? I’ll let you test my temperature to a certain degree But don’t think you measure up just ‘cause we’re fair in height (Fahrenheit)! I am JJ Watt! Yeah, that’s right! Go head-to-head wit’ all you… Shotgun lineup don’t mean shit when that white boy puts that pressure on you! But, hey…(*clap-clap-clap*), I actually made him do a flip For his next trick, ladies and gentlemen, Jimmie here’s gonna do the splits! You got rebuttals, too, bro!? Look at you GO! You told Chef, “You won’t be sayin’ ‘Chef Life” when you’re a vegetable” I know you’re not a big veggie guy, Jimmie, but chefs do cook vegetables Just sayin’... What’s my life like, Suge? It’s actually pretty dope You know, bein’ the man, not losin’ battles with Charron Not havin’ to look tough all the time, ‘cause i no longer feel the need to Peaceful, and when you learn to let that guard down, you can be, too What’s my life like? That’s not the right way to diss me See, I don’t wanna be street ‘cause I know firsthand where that life gets me I’m tryna do good, raise my kids right, give back to my city You tryna be like Suge Knight, I’m tryna be more like Nipsey I’m a bad dude I could just do whatever and rap, dude Freestyle at you When did QueenzFlip get so many tattoos? A fat dude Disrespectful shit Fuck a pocket-check - I’ll check your tits Always doin’ Houston references! The whole last battle, you said the shit I look like so-and-so? Bitch, you look like a pregnant bitch from Alabama avoiding consecutive life sentences “Aye! You know what it is! You heard me! I ain’t got no-” Yes, you do! DARKSIDE! Boy, time!