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o-zone battles - jimmy pistol vs pat stay lyrics

[round 1: pat stay]
so i’m back from retirement
haha tricked y’all suckas
if you talking about money, holler at your boy like a p-ssed off mother
its king kong;s brother tobin bells jigsaw puzzle
a big thick dog with a clinched jaw trying to rip off its muzzle
my sh-ts raw you’ll have withdraw from it
graffiti brick wall rugged i go ham even islam love it
and i ain’t losing again cause you learn more from a lose then you do from a win
so with that said i’m going to feed this rumbling in my stomach
now he’s going to feel the wrath of a silver back
gorilla bout to k!ll his -ss my presence will make the ceiling crack
windows smash and whole building collapse
blast your pistol i react as quick as african serval cat
i dodge it and toss a little miniature axe
that’s spinning so fast it’ll split him in half
morpheus swinging with more force then george foreman’s fist
torture him, shank in my hand like scorpion get over here
i love’em showing fear, my frozen stare
make a polar bear be like d-mn it’s cold in here
all swollen looking like i’m rocking shoulder gear
ill split your wig in half like a part when you comb your hair, finish ’em
nah i’m not even done i’m not close to there
i’ll k!ll’em and no one will care about him like henry bowers without the beard
viking lord light a torch then i’m off in the night it’s time for war
ride a horse through your village swing a ball and chain with spikes and th-rns
a knights sword with a frame made from a dinosaurs spinal cord
sharpened against a rhinos h-rn when you swing it it sounds like a lion’s roar
drive it inside his core lift him so high he can’t find the floor
vital organs pouring out of his guts it looks like a child was born
medieval weapons i’m giving ‘c’ sections he’s crying like, why’d you strike me for?
that’s what you get for waving a metal pistol around in a lightning storm!

[round 2: pat stay]
who the f-ck are you?
how can i help you?
yimmy what? it’s jimmy!
i don’t know f-ck all about you
i saw like one of your battles and it was terrible and awkward
so weird it made me nauseous i could barely even watch it
i closed my blinds so no one could see me i’d rather be buried in a coffin
made sure no one was home, double checking rooms staring in the closets
put headphones on left one off so i could hear if someone walks in
thinking about my girl and how i’d be so embarr-ssed if she caught me
haha then she walked through the door dropped the laptop on the floor
all shook just like a kid that got caught watching some p-rn
she said, “whats going on?”
“nothing.”
“are you cheating on me or something?”
i weighed out the consequences and said, “yup! yes i am.”
his own parents hate his guts he embarr-ss them both
for his birthday this year they bought him a chair and a rope
send his naked baby pictures to a bunch of his friends
put a gun under his bed and instructions on how to play russian roulette
you look like a f-cking lesbian or a cheap security guard
he’d be like, “shoplifting huh… pfft, that’s a pretty serious charge.”
where you from at hoe i roll through the scariest parts
i’m invincible when i drive through the block like i got a star in mario kart
i ain’t the dude you wanna leave you wallet with
the white deebo, i’ll steal yo’ pocket lint
keep those dollars clinched, zero tolerance
he don’t want it with me, oh stop it
b-tch ill make yo face neapolitan
slit your wrists like emo gothic kids
pop the clip reload c-ck the fifth
and turn his dome to a meatball pasta dish
freestyle! wait!
this skinny little twerp, mr. bigglesworth
so timid when he writ his verse
he probably scribbled worse
then trying to copy a written doctor’s prescription
with micheal j fox’s signatures
i talked to his b-tch who said his c-ck was so little
they f-cked that he lost his d-ck in her
i juiced her so hard my back looked like it got hit with baraka’s finisher
you know how you can tell no one respects jimmy
look at his own boy laughing at him in the back
look at him! wet w-lly!

[round 3: pat stay]
i’m about to make you look real stupid
but before we get to all that tells us, how’s that ear doing?-+
wet w-llying suckas since ’86, gangsta sh-t
feel like you got juiced in the ear by a baby d-ck
b-tch, i know that’s hard for you to hear
you have cauliflower ears and haven’t fought a man in years
a damp soggy mustache and a tangley scraggly beard
if you say his name in the mirror three times and f-ggots face will appear
and i hate your tattoos, i wanna scr-pe them off you
i will pay for you to have them laser removed
look at that stupid little star, is that jupiter or mars?
you should take a picture of a f-ggots sphincter and tattoo it on your arm
you flimsy little f-cking bl-w j-b where’s yer pistol at?
b-tch id sn-tch that sh-t so fast like gimme that you little brat
jimmy pistol? oh shut up that fibs as big as a midgets -ss
you’re such a f-cking d-ckhead they call his fitted caps jimmy hats
picture him strapped
hands shaking, legs chaffing, “i can’t take this.”
the kick back would make your wrist snap like a slap bracelet
you’ll get b-tch slapped and jacked up quick
this mans faking if he’s peeling the sawed off/sod off
hes on his moms lawn landscaping
not me i’m from the dark side sucka
ill go r-t-rd and just start clapping like marvwon’s brother
and i murder in the day time when the suns flashing bright
i know you heard it through the grape vines, so you should be glad it’s night/gladys knight
now shut your little mouth i already ruined your career
go grab me a f-cking beer and wipe that loogie out your ear, you son of a b-tch!

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