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chris webby – mad bars lyrics

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“mad bars”

yeah. this sh-t right here is for all the haters (haters). alright?
everybody sayin’, “yo dude, you can’t spit.”
and i’m like, i’m like, “yo f-ck that i can spit! “.
ha. so uh, let me just lay down mad bars.
(mad bars) yeah.

i’ll spit a whole bunch of bars
re-roll up cigars.
i am greater than the rest,
super nova, the stars.
you’re just the common cold
i am sors,
i do not spar,
every single blow will hit hard.
and i know what you are,
and hm, you’re not me.
outdo you in anything,
b-tch just watch me.

i drop sh-t on any topic,
hottnes,
then swap spit with hot chicks
and get my c-ck licked.
i’m a rot pit
mixed with a little bijon.
hugh heff in a flesh
stay rollin’ with three blondes.
so don’t hate this,
i can’t help that i’m great b-tch.
i spit a rhyme and i’m oudie (audi),
like an a6.

i make hits
and i hit the marijuana.
then beat the sh-t out of rihanna
just because i wanna.
haha. nah, i ain’t chris brown.
i am chris web.
ct is listenin’ to everything this kid says.
the only time i get bread’s
at a meal
before my main course,
god d-mn i need a deal.

i’m broke out on bail
and i’m livin’ with my parents.
but i spit,
and got these high school girls starin’.
darin’ to be different,
apparently it’s rhythm
that’s keeping me goin’
every moment
that webby be spittin’.
spittin’ like i got a loogie
stuck in my throat.
but f-ck it
i’m dope.
the ring leader’s runnin’ the show.

so ring around the rosie,
with a pocket full of oc’s.
pop ’em all at once
and od,
oh me!
oh my!
so high!
i don’t even want to land
contraband in my waistband
rip it ’cause i can.
half man,
half ninja turtle,
half a f-ckin’ head case.
if i don’t make it on the mic,
i’ll make a s-x tape.
me, kim kardashian, and paris
in a three way.
earn a right to disk
and make a million off of ebay.

i got true blood
runnin’ in my veins.
sharper than a vampire’s fangs,
bang!
sneeze a lightning bolt
’cause i’m always spitting thunder.
runnin’ sh-t like ari
cause drama like vince’s brother.

smoother than b-tter
with a pocket full of rubbers
and skills that’ll make your girl
s-s-s-s-stutter.
back up in this mother f-cker
with avengence.
make ’em pause
like they got a comma in their sentence.
you can tell them this sh-t
as soon as i hit the entrance.
f-ck the shampoo
we rollin’ that herbal essense.

’cause i’m great like alexander.
two pokie b-lls,
hanging,
spit flames like charmander.
and i got your chick
wetter than a blastoise
she said i’m s-xy
and she love my raspy -ss voice.
i’ll turn the stage into a slaughter house
ask roise
f-cking with webby is just a bad choice!

i’m a mother f-cking goblin man.
get the cablevision,
rhythm, rippin’ on demand.
you can see me with the mic on my sonogram
and the doc was like,
“hm, i think we’ve got a problem ma’am”.
had a rattle in my right hand
dutchie in the other, kid,
diaper on my -ss
thirty rac up in the f-cking crib.

had ’em sayin,
“what the f-ck is up? “.
’cause all i do is fill up cups
and puff a dutch.
rollin’ with a crew of giants
like justin tucks
so if you really wanna step
better muscle up
’cause i really got to show ’em
when enough’s enough.

’cause now these rappers trying to bite me
like scruff mcgruff.
gotta get these d-mn dogs youthinized.
i am back,
i’ll as can be,
and super-sized
like star fox
i am truly fly.
can’t do what i do,
excuse you…

i be runnin’ sh-t with my manager
younger than me.
when i’m young as f-ck,
and still n-body f-cking with me.
i am in a&r’s wet dream
ready for the sh-t
’cause the games a f-cking rap
when they let webby in this b-tch.

because the game’s a f-cking rap
when they let webby in this b-tch. [x2]

yeah, you know.
mad bars.
maaaad bars.
spit straight on any mixtape.
i’m i’ll.
yeah, what.

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