[CopyPat]

I rap McDonalds and bullets, style is dangerous to visit
I’m maxin out to the fullest, rhyming crazy delicious
I crack a smile and practice how to blast ya while ya was chillin
The blabber mouth with a thousand rounds to mow ya down when I spit it
See my tongue is a calibrated weapon of death
So when I mumble the cavalcade of metal ejects
I stutter and shrapnel makes a heck of a mess
Cause I suffer one of the baddest cases yet of Tourette’s
The basket case of data bases after mainly results
When rappers fake I activate, its aggravated assault
The accolades just gravitate to Pat the way that he spat
I advocate a rap campaign eradicating the wack
The Channing Tatum of rap, I’m having ladies react
They’re salivating the chance to have their way in my pants
Ejaculating was fast, they have a way with their hands
Congratulating my champ, now that’s debatable, ha