 This shit right here, let's close it, let's open it, come on man, give it up for Rascal! These are two of my personal favorite battle rappers, super excited to do this shit. I got my man Chris Cady, I got Mike Stickham close with me. First and foremost, Aldugosha! No f**king Aldugosha! John, John the mother! It's USA, A3C, much love that everybody involved tonight. Pat's taking one of the go first. So it's on you when you're ready bro, let's get it. You hear me? Love you. John, John the Don. What's your puppy's name? Jean-Claude the Dove. Pat's day, I tell these cats straight. You got the most mixed-matched face. Chipmunk, cheeks, monkey ears. Yo chill, hold it down. Chipmunk, cheeks, monkey ears and a back face. You hear me? That's what's up. Say it. Say it. Hey there's guts, be like, dang, look at that, bang, neck chop. Head drop, lady, had a bad day. You think cousin from Canada, we don't clap things. Man, my chick butt shells like I hatched eggs. Just cause we in Atlanta don't try act brave. I kick up ducks like Chippa Jones in his last game. Like your whole energy, get too close next to me. Hennessy, popped in his head like an old memory. No thought, robot batteries sold separately. Now we got his head ice, I control everything. Look, I'm old school like tailwaters. The beef ain't done till I see blood like a rare steak. Let it manate. Yo, Aiken, I see a bum. Yo, Aiken, I see a bum sleeping, jacket spare chains and step on his head like a high top staircase. Bitch, I'm the wrong one. Yo, I'm the wrong one. Yo, he ain't strapping. If he listen shirt, his glass is fucked up. Black on black, look in the brown eyes of this shotgun. I wish his brother would. I turn his ass into sawdust. Oh, shucks, oh, shucks, oh, snap. The guard's back, all black. Smoked shades, goat's chain with the claw class. Funky ball cap with some contrast, all that. Thoughts on my nuts like a review on my ballsack. Oh, snap. Oh, back the wrong pack, that wrong wrap. Punching through the roof like Mortal Kombat. Watch me out, do you? Watch me out, do you? If John strapped, soon as I see John Hancock back, that's the sign to give him all cats. Oh, snap. Let me take these frames off. James Bond 007, let's get this game on. You see me look at my watch, I'm not checking the time. Cross enemy lines and boom, this proximity's my backup. For your face gets put out wide. I'll drop Johnny on the spot if we take this shit outside. Oh, I know a couple grimy landscapers looking for work. So if John dare test me, they'll peel the sawdough and put him in dirt. Man, so what are you gonna say to me? Make me look like a racist or try to steer the crowd away from me? Huh, yeah? Exaggerate all the struggles of painting your life that I could never understand and can't relate with because a white light, yeah, white wood. What you know about being poor and all you got to eat is a gun. Crackle face. Arthur the oddbark looking sucka. Big ass nerdy fucking bifocals sucka dick fucking bitch. You ain't got these folks' food, you white as snow, dude. His idea of soul food is tofu. Don't even try that gangster shit with me. It's not you, dude. Honey boo boo and fooboo, it doesn't suit you. 260 pounds hard body, fucking doos doos. I could probably pick up a bullet and shock it right fucking through you. Dog, it's a one round body like Bruce Bruce. John John the Don. That story is so instant. It must have patten that name instantly. I remember vividly how sad I was when I seen that pat pat the Don's copyrighting. Geez. That go ahead, spend your garbage, stop screaming, because that's all you do. Wrote this shit in 24 hours and still body to you. What's up? Now I knew me taking the race angle may be predictable, but what else am I supposed to talk about under these fucked up conditions that we're living through? It's in the news, cops came to black people like it's the thing to do, but when the white boy shoots up a black church, the same cops go and bring him food. You see me too. Don't be looking like I'm Canadian, eh? What you want me to do? Don't be looking like I'm Canadian, eh? What you want me to do? Well, since you're here, make it clear you don't condone the shit your people do, but let me guess, you're from another country, right? I got the wrong guy. Well, I hate to break it to you white boy, but you came to the wrong place at the wrong time. You don't gotta know. They know. You don't gotta know. They know. But since I can't speak to the dead, ring on his head. That's my way of saying, hey, Lord. They say it's from the West. Like Sony, and watch every bitch in your crew die because we pulled up with cans for you bones. Now that's a food drive. I call a goo squad. Time to sweep the whole room. That's a broom job. Better yet, put something in his bitch's chest. Making a boot job. Gun bars can be redundant, but I find it fun. Fuck a gunline, King. Nigga, I'm a king. I got a line of guns. I'm sorry, Rome. You mad that we can set that up after this. But for now, it's Pat's turn. Let me test. Let's show you who your daddy is. Hey, and from the looks of things, I should begin some extra cash today. Ain't you Irish? You're Irish? No. I was hoping some kind of luck get passed your way, but it's me that's seeing the green everywhere. This ain't Patrick's day, but that's his day. Because you just stepped in my back yard. I'm comfortable. I don't even got to try that hard, but don't try that hard. And say, we buy it. It's like, don't nobody rock with him. Because I'ma let a 44 go behind him. Now we got a cult following. You got your s***. You not a star. You just a gas bitch. So if you win, you got them Swainsie. I know your tactics. No reactions? Don't worry. It's a good thing y'all ain't catch it. I said, star, you win. Swainsie, that lets me know y'all ain't falling for none of Patrick's. Classic. Classic. Which one of you silly motherf***ers said that s***? My last s*** was a dog walking the park. Y'all see me bashing. And you just lost, and you just lost to Sirian Jones. The guy who mad hit. Hold on. And it was caught on TV, so he may judge your honor if I show madness. I'm acting. I'm acting. 50 different cities. 30 different leagues. That chain made you the king of the dead slave. You ain't get the leave. He said watching B and A, and Charlie Thits go off the top. It's as big as P. That's how I know you racist. Because you just hate seeing n****s free. I get it. Get up here. I do stuff. I get it, jeez. You looking like... I get it, jeez. You looking like you want to say n***a please. To say what you think we say as if you're fitting in with ease. But now that you've been exposed for all your bullshit n***a schemes, I feel these people hate you more than me for what he did to bees. Hollow. Hollow. Hollow. Calico. Even Sirian's got him. But a hollow from this calico will give you Sirian's problem. She's surprised if he lose, because he never wins. Funny how that compliment battle you did verse rule was the nicest you ever been. You really get a compliment battle though. What in the holy f***. So you had to come up with clever shit to make your opponent blush. One minute you'd a sucker free boss. All swollen tough. Next minute you call in another man handsome morning lowly lux. We know what's up. We know what's up. Because you're already dead. It's just the time relapse. My mom went black. You know you heard what's... Like a designer track. Ten shots. One in the stomach. Guess where the other nine was at. Pat head like a bitch with a weed shit. Don't you? You're calling cops if I'll push you on your face won't you? So save all that booty sh** for the birds. I'll f*** you up with these glasses or I'll call it revenge on the nerds. You can fight. You can give a f*** how tall he is. I'm still taking a break. I'm bleeding dopey. I'm saying it twice in a week.