[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
I swear to God I love Toronto, Canada
'Cause y'all let rappers like 100 Bulletz say they Black
And let niggas like Pat walk around, puttin' on the illest façade
But y'all forgot when him and Hollohan was fuckin', huh?
And they was runnin' around nekkid and pretend to be gods
Until I killed Hollohan, and since they a couple, I'm back now to finish the job
Oh, y'all think it's a game until I load and give PS two (PS2) in his memory card
Remember that? Well, that nigga back
And I'm so motherfuckin' mean wit' it
This is World Dom 7
Out the gate, I gotta do a whole 'nother (scheme wit' it!)
First of all, Pat, I'm so NY
And outside of New York, I'm just a different artist
The chrome black like a PSP
And you think it's a Game, Boy, until I switch the cartridge
Y'all book Pat Stay more than me?
Oh, I see, you like the Nintendo DS more
But if he ain't sellin' tickets me and Con' sold (console), then what you keep bookin' PS for (PS4)?
Headshot, now you gotta walk around wearin' your hat different
You don't even look the same
Organik want his money back - he think you catfishin'
Pat, listen
I got options wit' the gun
I could have the Ruger or have the MAC spittin'
Or go medieval times, and reach for the sword like my back itchin'
Every bar, on top of bar
And every line is only gettin' better
Ratchet bitch in a beauty salon
If I pull here (hair), it's wit' a big Berett-
-a shot'll lift you in the air
You and your organs is tryna stick together
Put a dot in the middle of PS
It look like I'm tryna extend a letter!
You struggle against Black rappers, Pat
Facts - I did my homework
I had to study, P
You gay and love DNA
Then you had your shot at him and couldn't fuck wit' D
You let Calicoe push you until he won
You lost to Arsonal
And now you on stage tryna fuck wit' me
You wouldn't do good in the movie Get Out, 'cause killin' Black people is not your cup of tea
Who in here think Pat is a fuckin' goon?
(*Three people on camera raise their hands*)
Aight, well, get a refund and leave the fuckin' room
'Cause you and Rone were so close to kissin' in y'all battle...
I thought you was gon' get married and then jump the broom
You a weird type of nigga
Make announcements like, "Aye, I'm not gay...but I just think drinkin' cum is cool."
Wit' all them kids in your body, PS must stand for "public school"
You bald wit' a Johnson on your back
They'd prob'ly boo him in Boston
That's a New York Knick reference, by the way
Organik, what I'm doin' is awesome
See, 'cause if Pat rally (Riley) his troops together, I'mma pursue 'em and off him
And how you gon' lead your team, Patrick, if you in (Ewing) a coffin?
That was a New York reference, by the way
Oh, I forgot, we in Canada
Let me take that scheme and throw that away
You look a lil' Irish, so for the cream, I'll lick a (liquor) shot, then put the gat away
No, I'll March and give him 17, so for the green, I'll blow his hat away
Pay attention to the scheme
I'm tryna tell you this ain't (Saint) Patrick's Day
All them quotables you claim you got, and it's not one known
Hah - not one known
I'll catch Head I.C.E for that little chain like, "I want Rone"
Oh, since he the King of the Dot? This his palace?
And y'all don't think I'mma take y'all son throne?
No, this a Airbnb: it feel like his house until I come home
Round 1 - y'all ain't gotta cheer for y'all-
Y'all can cheer for y'all champion
I got more for him
I swear to God I love Toronto, Canada
'Cause y'all let rappers like 100 Bulletz say they Black
And let niggas like Pat walk around, puttin' on the illest façade
But y'all forgot when him and Hollohan was fuckin', huh?
And they was runnin' around nekkid and pretend to be gods
Until I killed Hollohan, and since they a couple, I'm back now to finish the job
Oh, y'all think it's a game until I load and give PS two (PS2) in his memory card
Remember that? Well, that nigga back
And I'm so motherfuckin' mean wit' it
This is World Dom 7
Out the gate, I gotta do a whole 'nother (scheme wit' it!)
First of all, Pat, I'm so NY
And outside of New York, I'm just a different artist
The chrome black like a PSP
And you think it's a Game, Boy, until I switch the cartridge
Y'all book Pat Stay more than me?
Oh, I see, you like the Nintendo DS more
But if he ain't sellin' tickets me and Con' sold (console), then what you keep bookin' PS for (PS4)?
Headshot, now you gotta walk around wearin' your hat different
You don't even look the same
Organik want his money back - he think you catfishin'
Pat, listen
I got options wit' the gun
I could have the Ruger or have the MAC spittin'
Or go medieval times, and reach for the sword like my back itchin'
Every bar, on top of bar
And every line is only gettin' better
Ratchet bitch in a beauty salon
If I pull here (hair), it's wit' a big Berett-
-a shot'll lift you in the air
You and your organs is tryna stick together
Put a dot in the middle of PS
It look like I'm tryna extend a letter!
You struggle against Black rappers, Pat
Facts - I did my homework
I had to study, P
You gay and love DNA
Then you had your shot at him and couldn't fuck wit' D
You let Calicoe push you until he won
You lost to Arsonal
And now you on stage tryna fuck wit' me
You wouldn't do good in the movie Get Out, 'cause killin' Black people is not your cup of tea
Who in here think Pat is a fuckin' goon?
(*Three people on camera raise their hands*)
Aight, well, get a refund and leave the fuckin' room
'Cause you and Rone were so close to kissin' in y'all battle...
I thought you was gon' get married and then jump the broom
You a weird type of nigga
Make announcements like, "Aye, I'm not gay...but I just think drinkin' cum is cool."
Wit' all them kids in your body, PS must stand for "public school"
You bald wit' a Johnson on your back
They'd prob'ly boo him in Boston
That's a New York Knick reference, by the way
Organik, what I'm doin' is awesome
See, 'cause if Pat rally (Riley) his troops together, I'mma pursue 'em and off him
And how you gon' lead your team, Patrick, if you in (Ewing) a coffin?
That was a New York reference, by the way
Oh, I forgot, we in Canada
Let me take that scheme and throw that away
You look a lil' Irish, so for the cream, I'll lick a (liquor) shot, then put the gat away
No, I'll March and give him 17, so for the green, I'll blow his hat away
Pay attention to the scheme
I'm tryna tell you this ain't (Saint) Patrick's Day
All them quotables you claim you got, and it's not one known
Hah - not one known
I'll catch Head I.C.E for that little chain like, "I want Rone"
Oh, since he the King of the Dot? This his palace?
And y'all don't think I'mma take y'all son throne?
No, this a Airbnb: it feel like his house until I come home
Round 1 - y'all ain't gotta cheer for y'all-
Y'all can cheer for y'all champion
I got more for him
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