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[Round 1: Illmaculate]
Man listen lil homie
Folks act like the outcome is already decided
Said I’ll beat him anywhere but here like y’all really that bias
But I don’t buy it cause this is nothing personal
No animosity or none of that
That’s my man, after this we’ll probably get drunk in fact
This might come as a shock but I fuck with Pat
No? You just ain’t gonna have my fucking back from the jump
Well damn now I feel like your brother Pat
His bro got jumped over some shit this clown provoked
Loyalty says blood’s thicker than water
Betrayal says you can drown in both
Let’s go, punches have his blood dropping by the liter
We ain’t on the same plane now you flying like Aaliyah
Shit, last World Dom his bitch topped me in the theater
While you was home beating meat like Rocky in the freezer
Stick and jab Drago that swag shit is corny
You just getting gassed…. throttle
Now you can filter that, paint a picture fans follow
But that shit only works at home like an Instagram model
Somebody tell his bitch ass watch when he spits that verse
Or get his bag ass popped like the implant burst
Guarantee he’ll make a short joke and the roof will blow
What’s funny is you gotta look up to me
In battles you stoop as low as you can go
See the thing about being short: there’s always room to grow
Like this ain’t the Mac y’all used to know it’s 2.0
Y’all gassed him… now his fuel is low
So for three verses I leave Earth like a UFO in cruise control
Remove your soul from your body
Your body gets used as coal
Remove your name from my hit list
A line through it like a music note
This the truth exposed the last line in Belushi’s nose
The change in tides, the lunar pull when the moon is full
The rise, the fall, the star and the supernova
Is the fire that destroys allowing something new to grow
So your death will be as beautiful
As the flowers in your funeral
Throw a shot then reload when the gun fire
You getting 3-0’d…I’m talking steamrolled, I’m a truck driver
This might be off base
But a swing make his knees fold like a sun visor
Funny he think’s he’s safe
Cause he never leaves home like the umpire
I know exactly the things you’ll do
Down to the schemes you’ll use
He’ll belittle me and pinch my cheeks like „isn’t he cute?”
But that’s a distraction from the bars so you focus on our size
But see I know your tricks
That’s just the left hand waving
Cause the right hand wrote some medicore shit
He uses his mass to his advantage, it’s a method he’s devised
Rounds are full of power poses it’s all misdirection as he hides
Take up more space
Displaying dominance in our perception but it’s lies
Cause I’m an artist like Donatello
He’s more like Raphael though; his only weapon is his size
Why you always look like you just ate some bomb ass food?
There’s a little left on your upper lip and you want that too
Ol’ lick lippin’ slythery bastard, shit’s a distraction
This motherfucker’s hittin licks in the middle of matches
That shit’s a distraction so let’s play a drinking game called
„Take a sip from your glasses
Every time he licks his lips while he’s rapping”
Go ahead… at home and in your head try to keep your best count. He licks his lips under 5 times, I’ll do 10 push ups before my next round… time!
[Round 1: Pat Stay]
You are not a man, you will never be a man
No woman on Earth will ever look at you as a man
Puny little loser…I have zero respect for dudes your size
Know what rhymes with dudes your size? Suicide
I would kill myself if I was as short as you
I’m like a motherfucking dinosaur to you
There is no fucking way I’d believe in God
You’d chop your micro dick off to be this tall
There’s not a girl in the world that wants a guy your size
You have this forever
You try to lie and tell them your 5’5″ like that’s any better
If my girl spent the night at your house
I wouldn’t even have an issue
I’d let her pop a molly and let her take a shower with you
You’re always defense
Because you figure people think you’re a punk
You feel emasculated every time you get in a truck
You’ll never be dominant to any of the women you fuck
You have the body of a 12 year old and every inch of it sucks
Yuck…Illmaculate, lil flaccid dick
The feeling that you get when you hop out the shower and now you have to shit
You see this control?
That’s a power you can’t be taught, it’s a natural gift
So you can rap your ass off tonight
But the fact is what you’ll never have is 'it’
See I know it ain’t fair but the shit ain’t just about rhyme skills
And until y’all figure that out, you’re another victim that I kill
See line for line you give me a run like suicide drills
Because your punches land
But they’re just not as explosive as mine feel
The king give your spine chills
Look in my eyes I define real, I will
Clear this whole fucking building like a fire drill
Double Glocks busting shots
Till they get so fucking hot the iron peels
You a bitch you belong in high heels and a skirt
Like the sound when tires squeal
Welcome to my home…it’s pretty empty ain’t it?
Freshly painted but she still needs some renovating
But I’m not just about to let you invade and redecorate it
I ain’t gut it all upstairs, you’re welcome to rent the basement
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