[Round 1: Rone]
Yo, the guy in the blue, had never been in the hood
He's the one, two wreck
And after I'm finished with you, your crew next
{Silence}
Nobody? Alright
Yo, from the feedback it seems that I need to slow what I rhyme 'bout
They're claiming I'm aiming over people's heads
Well how's "right between his eyes" sound?
So f** speaking in high-brow, you better leave for the high ground
Hide out, lie down and just die now
See, I had verses with D but he won the crowd
And he still needed a bomb threat to bump me down
So if you think that YOU can pa** ME at rapping it's on
But you better be strapped with an actual bomb
You think that Tricky P is tricking me, tricky please
When I spit swifter, sh**'s sicker with slicker trickery
It's Halloween so mama she wanted to trick or treat
So I showed my Snickers treat and watched the b**h trick for free
This cat's basic, getting castrated for talking sh** to me
So try to tickle without a pickle, now that's a tricky P
But he said "Aboot my raps, have any suggestions?"
I said, "What the hell is that? A f**ing trick question?"
You needn't be this suave to see that he spits badly
I should be singing I'm A Thug because I feel like Trick Daddy
sh**, even my little cousin can write better sh** than you
Like, "Tricky P. What's that stand for? Tricky Poop?"
[Round 2: Rone]
Yo, you're fu*kED Tricky Patrick without a lick of foreplay
I'ma ruin your day because I'm feeling short changed
I wanted to battle a beast, this couldn't be more lame
I was hungry for steak they gave me orange sorbet
This isn't a good look for me battling his a**
But I was hungry for blood, even if it's this bad
So I'ma eat you alive like the Gingerbread Man
And I won't stop chomping until this ginger's dead man
I'm like a f**ing pastry chef, believe I'm getting into that
Cause I can make a ginger bend and I can make a ginger snap
So fu*k whatever family members you thought you were loyal to
Cause they're going off the cliff with you yelling "Odoyle rules!"
Yo, an unfunny redheaded b**h with jokes that are badly written
Who are you supposed to be for Halloween? Little girl Kathy Griffin?
Yo, I would never buy your stock cause it seems you lie a lot
Like claiming your rhymes are hot because you're a fire crotch
And playing Patty Cakes with get Pat erased so don't doubt that
Cause I need just a couple seconds to have you down Pat
You messed up seeking a fight when you came to tour the states
And our health care is not free...so you'll pay for your mistakes
[Round 3: Rone]
Yo, ahh, these Canadians, say ah
Say "f** Grind Time" without an American kid in the place
Well say that sh** to my face and watch this b**h get erased
Or they'll say, "Hip hop's not dead it lives in the north"
Which epitomizes corny son, mission abort
If he lives in the north, that b**h is a dwarf
And the neighborhood kids light sh** on his porch
Philly, Philly, Philly believe me we go harder
I've been had beef with Toronto, this is for Joe Carter
And you s** at battling, believe me buddy
Almost as much as your country...s**s at being a country
Any nation in the world for a fact could steal your cookies
But does Canada care?
Nah, you're just happy being pussies
And him battling in Grind Time is like trying to get an MBA in the 11th grade
Or like Lisa Leslie going the NBA like, "Can we play?"
"No Lisa, you can't play."
Yo, Mr. T isn't me, I don't pity fools
I'll belittle you and ridicule down to the minuscule
Just for f**ing fun I will have you as my whipping mule
I will even pop your buzz like a fat kid on an inner tube
The high school bully had to pound the kid from middle school
You can't swim in our league, now back to the kiddie pool