[Round 1: Arsonal]
Pat Stay is a sucka free boss, but he'll be left dead
If you ever let the cals (cows) fly
Want beef? I'll eject lead
Your favorite movie is How High but you neglect Red
Cause Red smoke weed, this motherfuckers a Meth head
In my city you wouldn't show face
I wouldn't let you get a penny off the dollar at a slow pace
I'm a gorilla but in yo' place, I'm just a nigga
Your mother, I'll kill her (Killa) without Ghostface
Now I'm slaying him, hooking, souffleing him
I'ma show y'all ten ways to kill a Canadian
First, feed him to the American people
Two, dress him from head to toe in American Eagle
Three, make him read the American Bible
Four is simple, don't let him watch no American Idol
Put you in a cell with an American fag
Make your Canadian bitch Carrie Weber suck 13 stripes off of my American flag
Six and seven, just bury the guy
Cock and let the Glock bust faster than Jimbo on American Pie
Eight and nine they both definitely bad
Pat, your past is no comparison to any of the rest of these fags
Number ten, tell you I ain't done
Then yell, "Hey son, you really got an African American dad."
Now it's time to radio in, Canadian down location
Nova Scotia, some small Canadian town
Hostile posed a threat so I engaged on sight
They like, "Other words you just killed Pat Stay, right?"
Wrong Bishop, I just killed Pat Stay wife in front of Pat
Pat ain't do shit cause Pat can't fight
But ooh, don't let me catch him slipping
Have Pat in a bad position
Shooters on the roof, the scope attach for the Mac's precision
One blast, Pat in half, that was fast division
Split him into two by accident, oops I'm a bad magician
Abracadabra, I smack, tackle I clap, you're my gat packed in my knapsack
I'm back packing my clapper
Black gats will clap to you wack talentless cast
But I'm past Pat on a fast track
Raps travelling past ya
Y'all remember Fight Klub when Hollow's eyes showed the fear
I Scorpioned that nigga told his ass, "Get over here."
Beat him up public, fuck waiting til the coast is clear
Chicken noodle soup on him and threw a lot of jokes in there
That was in '09
2010 was my smoking year
That bud got me wiser, no alcohol, beat yo' face with an open beer
You copy, you capiche, you Canadian fag
I disrespect you and smoke the leaf off the Canadian flag
Your time is up and you know it's over
I brought a map of Canada put a hole where you from so I could fuck Nova Scotia
Pat Stay is a sucka free boss, but he'll be left dead
If you ever let the cals (cows) fly
Want beef? I'll eject lead
Your favorite movie is How High but you neglect Red
Cause Red smoke weed, this motherfuckers a Meth head
In my city you wouldn't show face
I wouldn't let you get a penny off the dollar at a slow pace
I'm a gorilla but in yo' place, I'm just a nigga
Your mother, I'll kill her (Killa) without Ghostface
Now I'm slaying him, hooking, souffleing him
I'ma show y'all ten ways to kill a Canadian
First, feed him to the American people
Two, dress him from head to toe in American Eagle
Three, make him read the American Bible
Four is simple, don't let him watch no American Idol
Put you in a cell with an American fag
Make your Canadian bitch Carrie Weber suck 13 stripes off of my American flag
Six and seven, just bury the guy
Cock and let the Glock bust faster than Jimbo on American Pie
Eight and nine they both definitely bad
Pat, your past is no comparison to any of the rest of these fags
Number ten, tell you I ain't done
Then yell, "Hey son, you really got an African American dad."
Now it's time to radio in, Canadian down location
Nova Scotia, some small Canadian town
Hostile posed a threat so I engaged on sight
They like, "Other words you just killed Pat Stay, right?"
Wrong Bishop, I just killed Pat Stay wife in front of Pat
Pat ain't do shit cause Pat can't fight
But ooh, don't let me catch him slipping
Have Pat in a bad position
Shooters on the roof, the scope attach for the Mac's precision
One blast, Pat in half, that was fast division
Split him into two by accident, oops I'm a bad magician
Abracadabra, I smack, tackle I clap, you're my gat packed in my knapsack
I'm back packing my clapper
Black gats will clap to you wack talentless cast
But I'm past Pat on a fast track
Raps travelling past ya
Y'all remember Fight Klub when Hollow's eyes showed the fear
I Scorpioned that nigga told his ass, "Get over here."
Beat him up public, fuck waiting til the coast is clear
Chicken noodle soup on him and threw a lot of jokes in there
That was in '09
2010 was my smoking year
That bud got me wiser, no alcohol, beat yo' face with an open beer
You copy, you capiche, you Canadian fag
I disrespect you and smoke the leaf off the Canadian flag
Your time is up and you know it's over
I brought a map of Canada put a hole where you from so I could fuck Nova Scotia
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