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basementality battles - pat stay vs. shotty horroh lyrics

[round 1: shotty horroh]
this here is a solution to bring back the original form like embalming fluid or formaldehyde
don’t be embarrassed you’re about to die
just look at all those dead legends you’re surrounded by that doubted mine
pat stay’s big, but only cause of the drugs that he’s takin’
i don’t give a f+ck if he’s freestylin’ back at me when i’m freestylin’ so f+ck what he’s sayin’
i just got off a plane from sweden+ from england to sweden
i’m doin’ this for a reason
big up my uncle steven
and rest in peace i’ma beat ya f+ckin’ bl++dy ’til i see him
i’m deeper, listеn
shotty horroh, i’m the horroh man
i don’t give a f+ck about you and your bullsh+t g+y relationship with hollohan
i was gonna talk about you and hollohan but i don’t do rеligion
well since you diss god i think your crew’s a fiction (crucifixion)
yo, f+ck that
i know some people that’ll put a strap on his head and they don’t make snap backs
if you test me, it’s u.f.c., they’ll spin pat backwards to make “pat” “tap”
yo, f+ck, and i hate when i f+ck up when i’m spittin’ my bars
this is cause i don’t give a f+ck i don’t give a sh+t i’m a star
i’ma run up in ya f+ckin’ hotel room, kick the door off, light up a cigar
f+ckin’ bend your b+tch over the telly, stick my d+ck in her ass
and say bas+m+ntality b+tch, i ain’t rid of my bars
yo, my name is shotty horroh, i get foggy off the weed talk
you see me walkin’ around kickin’ pat stay’s face with my reeboks
i don’t give a f+ck if he’s hot
i’m in sweden, you’ve seen block, i’m around ak+47’s out of windows with these lot
bllllat
f+ck it, and your hat’s stupid you ain’t even from shaolin
you think he tries testin’ with me, i’m little i gotta fight him off with a knife i’m going to f+ckin’ stab him
i’m from hardford, all of that
listen, i’m talking back
you got f+cking jails, let’s just call it that
wait, let’s just call him “pat”
wait, he stopped training let’s just call him “fat”
listen, he’s here rappin’ in front of a bunch of dudes and what can i say since i forgot my bars and i have to freestyle except
moobs!
moobs!
moobs!
man b00bs
moobs are man b00bs, and that’s great
those b00bs are so big they actually lactate
so if i was skinny and i need nutrition all i have to do is suck on those two titties
[pat] that’s muscle baby

[shotty]
no, really though, job on the spot
drop and give me ten
why you talkin’ about hollohan stop dissin’ all your friends
and i’m gonna f+ckin’ run up in your house and f+ck your auntie
and f+ck you b+tch i already heard all your bars from bishop brigante
yo, bang
my name’s shotty and i’m so mean
i don’t give a f+ck, i freestyle i’m so lean
i ain’t got no written but i got mo’ frees
and who the f+ck gave organik (organic) loads of protein?
you f+cking grape
listen, when i linked up with some chick+
f+ck it time

[round 1: pat stay]
moobs all day baby
moobs hahaha

shotty i like you, but you be on some sucka sh+t
cause every place you go and battle you be suckin’ d+ck
you’ll make a couple of sweden references to get these people’s attention which in a way is almost smart
it’s just a cheap way to get it
he’ll just say some sh+t y’all both can relate cause they’re popular right now
you wore a maple leaf shirt to toronto rappin’ about poutine and hockey, you’re a clown
i’m surprised you didn’t walk in through the crowd kickin’ a f+ckin’ soccer ball around
and juggle the ball through all of your rounds without it droppin’ on the ground
yo i just battled ice, the wolf, close matchup
when two real dudes clash it’s always a dope battle
you just faced arsonal, but see what y’all have in common is your both actors
only thing you have in common with wolf is your “flow” backwards
“wolf”? “flow” backwards?
i slow roast rappers ’til they’re so black joe jackson will cold smack them
mob sh+t, roll past them in an old fashioned volkswagen like the wisest brotherhood, slow clappin’
closed casket
cause static like wool fabrics, i pull back in and make you do a full backflip
bull mastiff
thick like nerd’s glasses
seduce your b+tch rockin’ an albino, tiger fur jacket
d+mn
pat stay, peep the mack game
clean cut with a jacked frame
steppin’ up to his girl’s crib
psst psst axe spray
soon as i get there her top drops, my d+cks there
nut sacks slappin’ on her chest like rick flair
whoo!
yo i’m not gonna end this, we’re all gonna get drunk after. that’s my dawg. f+ck it. let’s go let’s do this man

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