Just messin around lyrics

[Chorus: Pat Stay]
Pat Stay with this chilled-out track
Give me the motherf*cking microphone and you just lay back
Ride to this, get fried to this
Drink a p*ss-warm Colt 45 to this
It’s ya’ boy Pat Stay, I’m just messing around but check it out, yo

[Verse: Pat Stay]
Yo, f*ck around you’ll be a ghost buster
‘Cause for a swig of a Colt I’ll swing at ya’ throat with a blade
Duck you get jigged in the mouth sucker
I got so much buckaroo in my bone structure
Suckers see me and f*cking beat it like Roadrunner
Like duck they beeps and f*cking delete they phone numbers
‘Cause they call me cussing and screaming, I’m like ‘oh shut up’
I’m the sucka-free boss
You got a big mouth word, you can suck a mean c*ck, faggot
Six-fo’ two hundred and twenty-five pounds
f*ck around bliggity f*cking blaow, better be ducking down
I get wild, when I throw hands, my old man boxed
So when pops was a young’un he showed me little man
I’m a chilled-out dude but I still will go through and kill yo’ whole crew, ‘cause I don’t give a damn
Uh, f*ck with me get buck-fifty’ed or I grab a deuce-deuce and bust quick like a minute man
Uh, now who f*cking with Pat?
Suckers talking so f*cking much I say ‘suffering succotash’, uh
What’s up with that they punk, scared to battle me
I’m a f*cking animal: bestiality
Don’t set trip, tuh, you get slept quick
My fist is electric make you shake like you epileptic I’m representing the Darkside
Yeah, I’m low-down so I used to hold it down no doubt but yo
I’m known around to be a pretty cool dude
I’m too smooth to be going around acting a fool
I’m a man now, but back then it was funny
Man I used to go to court, see all of my buddies
We had no feelings at all
We’d ride a bike, find a dealer to rob
Ditch the bikes then go steal us a car
I remember being able to hit up Green Gables every f*cking day with a duffel bag and never get caught
Huh, I don’t think I’m hard or nothing
I never been to jail, stabbed up or shot or nothing
I’ve caused some ruckus, but hey we’ve all caused some ruckus
See I’m calm but I’m something y’all don’t wanna f*ck with like a condom that’s busted
Get it? Think about it b*tch
In the meantime I’ma drink a Colt and dip
Bust a rhyme make the world say ‘holy sh*t
Who is this Pat Stay character, I will blow his di*k’
Tuh, I don’t rap much ‘cause rap sucks
I just say whatever, I was drunk when I wrote this sh*t
Tuh, speak ya’ mind never hold ya’ breath
‘Cause tomorrow’s a step closer to death, so f*ck it
[Chorus: Pat Stay]
Yeah, get fried to this, sip a motherf*cking Colt 45 to this
It’s ya’ boy Pat Stay, with this chilled-out track
Give me the motherf*cking microphone and you just lay back
Ride to this, get fried to this
Cop a, eight-pack of dry ice to this
It’s ya’ boy Pat Stay, with this chilled out track
Give me the motherf*cking microphone