King Of The Dot

Pat Stay vs Daylyt (Title Match)

by King Of The Dot

on KOTD Title Matches

[Round 1: Pat Stay]
Charron, Charron, Charron
You had it boo
I think you beat Charlie Clips, I proud of you
Now, I promised if you won, I'd battle you
And I am a man of my word
The only thing left you have to do
Bench 350 pounds incline, no spot
Have sex with a girl and take all your clothes off
Diss me in your next battle without giving me a phone call Beforehand and asking permission to like a fucking cornball
Aye, who wants to see me battle Charron?!
How that kid winning?
Got me confused? My head spinning
Yo I was told he'd eat Clips, and he did
I thought it'd be total eclipse, I guess he's next then
Cause I'm 'bout to turn Daylyt to a total eclipse now let's get busy
I'm gonna make this clear, the chain is fucking mine
I'll body you, Clips and Charron at the same fucking time
I fucking hate how you faggot rap
Spelling out all your fucking rhymes like inter-gal- looking like a bunch of fucking mimes
Yo, I keep it classic, the same since then
Crafting my style but ain't changed it yet
I stick to my guns like a bayonet
Bust in your crib, stack your son
Knock over his...
I'll knock over his Lego set
Fucking Super Bowl kick his stupid gold fish and put his favorite pet in the razor's edge
Charron's corny, Clips is boring and all he has is antics
And schemes where you pronounce a word a thousand different ways that suck...ant dicks...ant-ics
He be like, "Yo, how you think I got up here? I got a pair
Brought one of my homies with me, I got a pair
Came on my private boat, I got a pier
Even got a French butler too, I got a Pierre."
My my man was like, "Whoa, look at that girl."
Excited like a dog, I got up ear
Which made my listening senses stronger, I got
Shut up
Guess what room Charlie's in
Clearly the fucking kitchen
Know what rhymes with "Charlie Clips"?
Party bitch, Smarties and crunchy chicken
"Yo, yo it's Charron. All of a sudden now I'm gangster and street
Don't make me pull my Glock 9 out of these Wrangler jeans."
Bitch shut the fuck up
You scrawny little faggot, I'll fuck the shit out you
Wring your boney little rooster neck like, "Look at me while I'm drilling you!"
Aye, fuck everyone
Suckers got me aggravated
You think I graduated when I toss my cap like Raiden and decapitate 'em
Like your costume versus Real Deal, but let's not replay that scene
Cause I'll knock your head off for real you try that shit on stage with me
I got a hundred fucking pounds on you
All power, boom
Make your head spin around like an owl, whooo you talking to?
I'll light up Day'
Beat the day light outta Daylyt
Daylyt won't see the light of day
Light will take flight, whoop Daylyt on a light day
Don't think just cause of Daylyt you can walk a day in my life Day-
Lyte/light will say night in broad daylight
Daylyt acts like a broad I'll give him a straight right like Ray Rice
Now that's how you flip a name right
Daylyt just hit a dark cloud
Put a price on your head like a mannequin
Mark down, loose your fucking wisdom teeth for giving me that smart mouth
Got a hockey stick, shit could get messy aye (Messier)
He Marked out, where art thou bars now?
Yo, see before the Spawn shit, he was nothing special, just a regular guy
It's sad you had to tattoo your entire face just to get recognized
And the irony is it's a mask, a disguise
Which best describes and exemplifies his inner struggle with being identified
But it's all strategic
For example, take away his rhymes, he's still got all your attention
He's actually smart, entertainment wise
Then he'll say these lines right fast that are so confusing
We just assume they're amazing right?
He's got it clocked an hour ahead but see that's just Daylyt saving time
And though I am amused by your gimmicks, some of that shit you be doing just ain't right
Swearing on your son's life you won't do something, then do it that same night
Like your example you setting is not bad enough
He name should never be Daylyt
Cause the sun rises on the east and your sun/son's not being raised right

[Round 1: Daylyt]
Like we forgotten to cotton pick
And the avi they display to our planet is the obstacle
Just another one of the man's plantation for a plant they planted
They made it organic/Organik as possible
They holler, "Blacks bring that dollar back."
So we strive for they cheddar cheese (Chedda Cheese) and the work hard
Like it was meant to be but simply they had our kids twisted (Kid Twist)
So we all grew up with reverse lies (Reverse Live)
We sold our 'cane (Arcane) to our old kind
Joined gangs, threw up the fingers, made our own brothers lay to rest
The race we had it mixed up, we was fighting for peanuts
But when they weigh in the AM, it was us who created the mega deaths (Megadeaf)
But this is where the situation get tricky people (Tricky P)
They tell us, "Go get money." And we realize if we pocket checks we can get out of the low picture
But owe some of us, don't realize there's no way for us to make the po' richer (PoRich)
So war is the only option
Every step easy, but it's toxic
They lift up AK's with unlimited ammo
And they be the one to pull it
So they attack but only the blacks had to fight back with was 100 bullets/100 Bulletz
But our soul constantly (Soul Khan) leaving
Every shotty/Shotti they aimed just another brother brainless
Unidentified killings, just another brother nameless (Knamelis)
But it's a difference
When you in Cali end tables (Kaliente) turn
And you realize you in a real hood
Every 24/7 you gotta watch you're on (Charron) back
That's the only way for you to Feel Good
Cause a random goon will walk up to you and holla hand (Hollohan) me everything you got
And if you say "No", the sig will fold ya
He feel handsome 'til they ransom his little daughter
Then bend her (Bender) over
But these are facts
And if y'all not listening to me, they straight coats
Just another fake Canadian gangster and I want y'all to take notes/Notez
But I look my peoples in the eyes and tell y'all, "I got a plan."
If ya understand what I'ma saying, I'ma take my people to the promise land

[Round 2: Daylyt]
I start this round off saying for everybody who drunk, you like the blues
'Lyte is gonna defeat a Canadian, just like your shoes
I said the crowd still feeling me
Due to my ability to rap
Most of the time I don't show it
So my opponents get the prepping wrong but see what they stepping on
Until I remind them where the flow (floor) at
I go kill with average, even when they got home field advantage
Yo Pat the fight is right in your hands, just don't throw it
This is your big chance for you to win off the mouthpiece, but just don't blow it
That one should've got two horns off top viking
I'm who they liking/lycan, it don't matter where/were I hang
I'm in wolf mode
That mean I will forever come in first dog
That's exactly why you should fear my name
I tell you this
I'm not asking for help when the flare gun bang
I crack heads when I lift cans, can you spare some change?
Pat you was dissing, now you gotta see these/CD's, I hope you will listen
The tool I'm lifting
Your whole crew will get flat tops; New Edition
I'm in your grass with all type of arms, I'm like a bug
Get up and put arms around you, I like to hug
You will take a shell to the back, you like a slug
Your face, I gotta sock it/socket, you like the plug
But I said I'm back to break 'em, spleen chopping
You seen 'Pac when this Thug Life was on a dirty flo'; we clean mop it
Team drop it, we lift up 40 nines, box, you seen Hopkins
No Batman but you seen robbing/Robin
Mean stocking, mean stalking blast weapons
Think I don't like ass catch 'em, I'm trying to give his team rockets
What rhymes with Patrick? Anybody knows?
Charron's balls
I said, you look like Tommy [?], who bought me some tacos
Two packs of nachos, on side of Tahoe
What y'all didn't catch that? No?
If you buy me I ta-tac those
You get two packs that's not yo's
On side of a Tahoe
Shells like a taco
You feel like you the man Randy, you macho
Until I come in march up
I go at 'em/Em' and it's not Marshall
Y'all don't catch that?

[Round 2: Pat Stay]
I hate that shit
What? Dress up like this cause me being white, him being black?
You know slaves were saved in Canada, Nova Scotia to be exact?
Always blaming me cu- aye- being racist
Got me bugging y'all
Stair lift chair, that shit drives me up the fucking wall
Aye, real shit though
I spent the last two months in and out of the ER, spaced
Yeah, spell it out bitch, in outer space
It started with pounding migraines, blurry vision
Now I'm in an even worse condition
It's like a pinched some nerves and thinks to hurt, er, hurts to think
Stabbing pains in my brain looks like I got a nervous wink
Don't know how I'm still functioning
It's scary when the thought of blowing your own fucking head off feels comforting
The doctor's prescribe me opiates now I'm worse from what the pills done to me
Everything just feels numb to me
I'm ready to kill somebody
Fuck with me
I'm the wrong one
You think you Spawn huh?
I'll smack that tat off your face and smack it right back on ya
Yo, eh, smack it on and smack it off like a game of fucking racquetball
Til my palm leaves your face looking like the basketball that Shaq's was on
Animistic characteristics, frame can't even fit in panoramic camera lenses
The man handler, Van Damme kicking grand slams hitting, flip a Trans Am [?] dismantling the damn engine
Found the Grand Canyon by a man fishing transmission land in San Quinton
[?] hair missing fuck around and get found in the sand like I'm clam digging
Leave you dead in the middle of Little Italy a Philly with Will and Hillary
Feeling Aunt Vivian slithery amphibian who's slippy hands who literally can't get a grip on me
Too advanced lyrically
Eave you dead in the middle of Little Italy a Philly with Will and Hillary
Feeling Aunt Vivian slithery amphibian
The slippy hands who literally can't get a grip on me
Too advanced lyrically
Man, you're damn gimmicky antics can't win with me
We could've made history
But I get it, you wanna make this look like something you didn't take seriously
Cause deep down you knew bar for bar you ain't shit to me!
Straight up
Eh! And I don't need home field advantage, I don't need no one
I could've beat you at Battle Of L.A. on Molly
Ebola, I'll fucking...
I'll flip this whole fucking club upside down, you only tough with the camera's on ya
But once he gets put under pressure, this man will fold up just like in Arizona
These dudes were all scared
I watched these motherfuckers fold like lawn chairs
Ask Organik
Over one little dude, aye bro
Them suckers ran off quick
And it was you saying "Bolt" (Usain Bolt) but I expect that shit
These dudes were sweating bricks
Tucking in their phony, macaroni necklaces
Fucking faggots
No one wants your fake chains and rubber anklets
A coward and a fraud
You might as well be like, "Here, I'm just fronting. Take 'em."
But there was something that happened that weekend that really proved you're a pussy
It's the moment I lost all respect for you, fucking rookie
You tried to shit on stage, squirming on stage, pushing like a bitch
All that fast food that we ate that day and you couldn't even shit?!
What kind of a man are you?
You should be ashamed of yourself
You had like six different positions, you up there straining yourself
If I want I'll sit down and drop a log of shit now
Fucking relax a bit, take a laxative, calm that shit down
Pathetic, your tight little balloon knot asshole can't touch this
Poop Loggy Log bitch, bathroom thugging
Stank up handicap stalls and don't even flush it
I ain't with the fake shit homie I get to dumping
All shit aside, that shit was a failure
And you can tell he knows it
It's how his accents change like Iggy Azalea
I thought Arsonal was a gentleman, whoh!
The manners Davone's been having
He held the door for me today, I was 40 feet away and it was automatic

I'm done I guess, he cut me off

[Round 3: Pat Stay]
I hope none of you actually like those bars
And if you hate him, you're gonna hate him twice as hard when you realize those were recycled bars
Bro, you said you'd fuck P. Diddy?
Who wouldn't?
He's a fucking bombshell
What are you gay?
No honestly, you are actually gay right?
When he fights he throws gay rights
Hey, son/sun finally came out, now we're starting to see Daylyt
Check this out though
Eh, very important
My greatest gift in life is profiling people through character observations
I watch their faces in conversation and study their body language
Calm and patient I slowly pick up things most people wouldn't normally notice
And leave the most comfortable guys you'd think had nothing to hide with their insecurities open
Now Math was easy, but Daylyt? What could you really say, right?
This guy gets naked in battles, but I watched him and something just ain't right
Think of every picture and piece of footage of him you've ever seen
What's the only thing that no one has ever saw before?
His teeth
He's been hiding behind his smile his whole life
Huh, show your teeth
Davone Campbell
Teeth like an old fucking camel
Know what rhymes with that? "No more enamel"
Eh, this motherfucker could eat an apple through a chain link fence
That's why they call him the G.O.A.T., it all makes sense
Fucking skeleton, but you never thought I'd mention it
Aww, don't talk about his teeth they're sensitive
Eh, eh, they got feelings (filling) too
Oil and chocolate, you little Sugar Daddy you, you fucking spoil them rotten
I know you hate that shit
Your smile is beautiful Daylyt
No, brace that shit
Yo, I'm trying to talk to you here
For what it cost you for all the props you bought through the years
The Spawn suit, all the other costumes you wear
I mean what the fuck bro? You could've got you veneers
It's okay to be insecure, rappers are insecure dudes
In fact, my teeth used to make me insecure too
They're kinda crooked, I use to hide my shit before too
I had the same smile as you, that's how I knew
But you'd never admit that, too god damn self absorbed to
You do everythang, little desperate attention whores do
You look for message board news, whoever's getting more views
And do anything to gravitate that attention towards you
Like the fight with Math and Dizaster
He staged a scrap with them after cause he was jealous of the attention
Plus to save his own ass like a coward
And we can keep saying, "Eh, it's just Daylyt, we have to accept it as entertainment."
But when it's coming to actual beef now, how far do we let him take this?
But it's pointless to try to expose him for all the lies that he's told
Cause he's made it so there's a fine line between being a liar and a troll
I can't stand it, but you're transparent
I can see there's no thug inside of you though
If you're moving grams it's into a retirement home cause she's 90 years old
I see you waving the steel in the video
I don't care if it's real or not
Being broke and dehydrated is the only time you steal a pop
You from Watts right?
Well let me kick it up a little notch
And kill a Watts (kilowatts) killer with a milli and kill the watts
Leave this G shocked
Watch it or you getting clocked
Cut him, make him look like Seal then peel his tops as he used to box
I don't care if he did or not
Like common Christmas stocking against this boxer getting socked
Dawg, my flows too clean you getting mopped
The motherfucking King Of The Dot, bitch you lost kick rocks
Charron can finally get his shot
Heliotherapy I put Daylyt/daylight in a box

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