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Chris Webby lyrics : "Bar For Bar"

[Intro]
Yeah...Webby
I drop 50 bars mad bars raised the bar twice

The bars are on me all night
If they wanna go bar for bar we can do it on sight
I'm a beast you're gonna never see me lose a bar fight


[Verse 1]
Everyone got an opinion but they won't step up

Can do a $#&@ing handstand still got no leg up
So go ahead talk your %#@! yo come on get tough
I'll Instagram a dick pic you could all get $#&@ed

I'm still as sick as a malaria patient I'm very impatient
Stomping up the stairs of the ba!@&(t (I'm coming)
No hibernation yo this bear is awakened

And half the game be softer than what Ben and Jerry are making
I'm a transcendentalist with literary arrangements
Vocabulary is like a dictionary replacement

But they only talking money and they last time I was checking
The greater percentage of America is in a recession (hold up) (what)
So what you're sayin' is these diamond crusted necklaces

And convoluted messages is really what you're messing with
Where's the dope %#@! what happened to that
Back when people stepped up to the mic and actually rapped

But now I'm on it been here for a minute and now I'm back to get them
Had this devil on my shoulder during catechism
Staying high from the purple and the hash I'm hitting

Brain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolism
I'm here to rap a rhythm so why you saying %#@! (why)
So many $#&@ing punch lines I'm about to break my wrist

Undefeated yo I'm hard to be playing with
I'm the king alter alias is Marcus Aurelius
Killing beats murder scene and I'm washing my hands carefully

Scrubbing all the blood out the trunk of the Grand Cherokee
In need of therapy but the doctor's scared of me
Says I need a trip to Shutter Island cuz apparently

I've lost my damn mindyo I'm sick in the head
The reason women say that chivalry's dead
I'm that guy trying to find some company laying in misery's bed

Staying blunted with a fifth to the head
Judge Dredd with a weapon now laser beam flow bout to blast that
Mother $#&@ing lyricist you can hashtag that

Freestyle crazy they like; "Yo how he rap that?"
So hot off the top I'll melt the plastic in my snapback
In a hatchback running people over till your body parts are stuck in my motor

Never sober I got to charge my G-Pen like 12 times every weekend
Sharks and minnows with it always treading in the deep end %#@! who needs friends
I got my headphones an iPod rhyme book and a pen homes

%#@! I even got bars in a dead zone
I get it crackin' like chiropractors with neck bones
%#@! I been slept on way too $#&@ing long now

Studied every fork in the road taking the long route (yes sir)
Mapped it out like cartography build my bridges strong
And now I know that anyone that stomps at me will tremble in my hands

Run them off my lands see I always stuck it to the man
$#&@ it cuz I can bringing out the ruckus is my plan
Puffing on a gram if you want some trouble I'm your man

Comfortably stand right where I'm at
Soon to be legend ain't no fighting the facts
About to rise to be a mother $#&@ing titan of rap

Give them pieces of my soul and put my life in a track
In the game where people quick to put that knife in your back
Gotta teach yourself to move like a wolf or get preyed on

$#&@ blowing up the real challenge is to stay on
You must be $#&@ing stupid if you take on
This crazy white boy keep my game face on

And my shades on and my brim low and my mind right
Cooking up a sick flow chewing through my leash now see the kid go
Because now we here (*##$ welcome to the show

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