K-Shine vs. Pat Stay URLtv (Ft. K-Shine & Pat Stay)

[Round 1: Pat Stay]
{Pat Stay uses a measuring tape on K-Shine}
Yep, that'll do it... another five-foot midget wit' a attitude!
Pff! Lil' squirt—I'd be sour, too!
All that tough-guy, killin' shit's gon' be soundin' cute
Till I Kevin-Nash-boot-the-shit outta you
Lil' twerp! Now, let's get to it
Fuckin' ugly lil' snappin' turtle
Been waitin' to go head-to-head wit' this busta like that old ram commercial
See, before COVID, we was locked in, then he got locked up
And I'm sure y'all know that 'cause he was fuckin' tweeting about it all month
Every time I checked his Twitter, "Uh! 'Nother day in court!"
All I seen is, "Uh! Really short! Insecure!"
Served, like, five days out of a thirty-day bid
Now, he's back to get his lil' stupid ass thirtied again!
This guy was in there, savin' his fruit to make some jailhouse hooch
By the time he got out, fuckin' apples weren't even bruised
You hittin' them weights in there, bro? You fuckin' huge!
Man, he just dyin' to crouch down and chuck the deuce
{to the camera} Ayy, you...
Don't get the awkward silence confused
All the people here either his dudes on they're guys in his crew
Plus, between us, I think I kinda got screwed
'Cause they said we'd be inside so I had all these small room lines that'd be huge
But pshh! Last minute, the staff switched it
Scrap what I had written 'cause it wouldn't work outside and I had no time to re-do
You think I'da been doomed but I'm a vet
Outside or confined in a room, I'm too polished
They shoulda kept Shine in the shoe
Man, who want it? Talk to you guys in a few
{to K-Shine} Yo, speakin' of shoes, them shits give you, like, three whole inches
It's funny—that last shit just perfectly flows with it
I told you: wherever we do it, makes no difference
No matter the size of the platform, he'll get his soul lifted
You make finger guns and battle rap gang signs with your baby hands
Here's my oo-op, idiot—means I'm greater than!
You land mad punches but lack substance from a creative stance
And then switchin' the location gives you no service 'cause I don't even need a day to plan
No crowd, no stage—brings me back to the old days
I get to just talk to you, right to that lil' exotic toad face
Fuck you! This is my show! I do it my own way!
{Pat Stay pulls his pants down}
Moon Shine and he won't do nothin' 'cause he's ho-made!
What? Look, he mad right now... all buns
Look... I would never man serious as short as you
They find you scary; I find you absolutely adorable
Give a fuck if you're wild or I'll Tyson-Fury you
You little schmuck! "What?" Don't interrupt!
Follow your slogan—zip it up! Chump!
I'll fuckin' flick you like that and merk you
You half my size—shit, not even a half! A third, like Surf do
Crybaby! I'll rock you like that and burp you
Then pshh! Shove a bottle in your mouth—I'll nurse you!
Look... ha! He's tryna deke me out!
Hahahahahaha! You tryna deke me, dude? You easy food!
That's the difference between me and you
I don't be dekin', dude
You fuckin' look like Betelgeuse and—
Pff, anyways, look, I said, yo...
I'm just takin' it easy, dude, for round one
But round two, I'ma take you to deep waters and drown you