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bar crawl - george p. wang lyrics

[produced by t-diesel]

[introduction: george p. w-ng]
it’s f-cking hot in here!

[shout-outs: big c.h.r.i.s]
shout-out dan cam, shout-out ra ben
shout-out that b-tch emily, thanks to our girl susan
thanks to my ma and pa, let’s get it!

[verse 1: big c.h.r.i.s.]
we up in this b-tch, we reppin’ in shippee
you know my floor squad they always be with me
they call me big c.h.r.i.s. no i ain’t a f-ckin’ joke
they beg me for mercy, but no i’m never gonna choke
not a rap czar yet, but i’m on the way up
more flames than calgary boutta get the stanley cup
like that’s so raven, its the future i can see (oh snap!)
i’m a visionary, sky’s the limit for what i could be (oh snap!)

[verse 2: ruthless]
you don’t f-ck with shippee 4, our hallway’s always getting colder (george)
and we’re making chicks scream with just a touch on the shoulder
we got a senator, a general, with his genitals increased
and several students in pre-medical watching chemicals be released
we’re rocking madden, talking trash in room 417b
we dopplegangers, soccer players, always up til after 3
yo all you f-ckers who be sayin my bars are useless
man y’all are liars, i’m spittin’ fire call me ruthless

[verse 3: whiteboy b]
jesus christ, these people on the streets
why do i need to learn about chemistry?
people give nothin’ but looks of apathy
y’all are -ssh0l-s, nothin’ compared to me (nah)
providing a hand when you spit on theirs
you give a penny when i give dollar bills
you may be asking, “what’s the moral of the story?”
enjoy eating zinc when you wind up on the street, f-ckboy

[verse 4: jbuse]
all the f-cking haters sittin’ out there smilin’
you don’t know we ’bout to shut this down, you’re on revis island
and i’m the mvp, call me joe biden
that’s mr. vice president, greatest shippee resident
we’re murdering the beat like oj or ray, it’s child’s play
yeah i’m the greatest of all-time, b-tch i’m c-ssius clay
and you already know the squad be doin’ work
we be all over this track like viv’s all over billy burke (oh shoot yo!)

[verse 5: dr. patel]
straight out of storrs, we fly as sh-t
you better take them hating words before we make you quit
don’t think you’re the best, because i’m the one that’s the pro
so while you keep sippin’ on that lean, i’ll make that dough (moolah)
you can’t compete with us because we too good
we the shippee squad and that better be understood
so to all the people that think they heard the greatest
tell your b-tches that they still haven’t heard the latest

[verse 6: dirty dharma]
got a lot of people depending on me
mom, pops, my little bro abi
expectations i gotta meet, bum rappers i gotta beat
and i’m a hindu, so you know i don’t eat that meat (vegan)
all in a days work, puttin’ in those long hours
so talented, think i got those superpowers
everybody in shippee know i’m the best
and at the end of this verse, imma c-m greatness

[verse 7: daddy meech]
daddy meech! i’m about to smash a beat!
reppin’ up this track with my n-gga t-keats
the show is ’bout to start, so sit and take a seat
cuz i’m standing, time to pick up my d-mn feet

hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up! (beat stops)
yo, i’m tired of doin’ this basic -ss sh-t
i ain’t no bedrock-level rapper! cheez-itz. (i love cheez-itz)
the f-ck you think i am?
top dog this sh-t. lets get it. (beat starts back up)

daddy meech showin’ up in the house
put out the flames with a little bit of doubts
i’m tired of just standin’ stayin’ quiet like a mouse
got t-tties on hands like the man of the bounce
i ain’t whipped though, that’s how i wanna be
so shut the f-ck up, don’t mention melanie
i’m standin’ free, so give me some liberty
can’t crack the whip, it’s like god d-mn slavery (true)
stompin’ grounds with the prime squad on 4th (true)
wreckin’ sh-t like destroyer scorched
i’m blazin’ on this track, they call me the arson
i speak like a master, i’m on johnny carson
you know it b-tch, i’m famous now!
ascended into f-cking stardom
shoutout to my homies who are reppin’ this track well
–unintelligible–………………if y’all couldn’t tell
but hold up, i’ve been waitin’ for a while (???), i’ve got a point i’ve been tryin’ to sell
there’s no emanc-p-tion for my n-ggas stuck inside jail cells
so bust out my n-gga and bring back the truth, the real kenan and kel

[verse 8: t-diesel]
look! i’m in the nook, my bars are n0ble
spittin’ the same type of flames that scarred chern0byl
fans far too vocal, far too hopeful
had to hit em’ with a verse so they ain’t sayin’ “aren’t you woeful”
mean muggin’ a picture, call it stealin’ angrily
so handsomely i black ball ya till ya wheelin’ bankruptcy
not randomly or close at all i do it f-ckin’ handily
it’s in the family but not with sanity (b-tch!)
try to step to me, i guarantee you get knocked back by the word
i overheard yo’ sh-t and it’s just absurd
flow slurred, recurred, recurred, recurred
writer’s blocked by the unibrow but undeterred
you know how i do it when i do it, go into it, no one knew it
i thought i was through it when i grew it, screw it, just my view
and if there’s hatin’ on the forty-two and all the shippee crew
we queue em’ up, we shoot a few, we watch the bodybags accrue

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