Pat Stay - Jimmy Pistol vs Pat Stay lyrics

[Round 1: Pat Stay] So I'm back from retirement Haha tricked y'all s**as If you talking about money, holler at your boy like a pissed 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**s 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** his a** 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 damn 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**'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 thorns A knights sword with a frame made from a dinosaurs spinal cord Sharpened against a rhinos horn 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** are you? How can I help you? Yimmy what? It's Jimmy! I don't know f** 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 embarra**ed 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**n 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 embarra** 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**ing 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**h ill make yo face Neapolitan Slit your wrists like Emo gothic kids Pop the clip reload co*k 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**h who said his co*k was so little They f**ed that he lost his dick 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 Willy! [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 willying s**as since '86, gangsta sh** Feel like you got juiced in the ear by a baby dick b**h, 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 scrape 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**ing blow job Where's yer pistol at? b**h Id snatch that sh** so fast like gimme that you little brat Jimmy Pistol? Oh shut up that fibs as big as a midgets a** You're such a f**ing dickhead 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**h 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 s**a Ill go retard 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**ing beer and wipe that loogie out your ear, you son of a b**h!