Chris Webby - Mad Bars lyrics

Yeah. This sh** 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** 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**h just watch me. I drop sh** on any topic, Hottnes, Then swap spit with hot chicks And get my co*k 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**h. I spit a rhyme and I'm oudie (Audi), Like an A6. I make hits And I hit the marijuana. Then beat the sh** 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 damn 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** 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**in' head case. If I don't make it on the mic, I'll make a s** 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** like Ari Cause drama like Vince's brother. Smoother than bu*ter With a pocket full of rubbers And sk**s that'll make your girl S-s-s-s-stutter. Back up in this mother f**er With avengence. Make 'em pause Like they got a comma in their sentence. You can tell them this sh** As soon as I hit the entrance. f** the shampoo We rollin' that Herbal Essense. 'Cause I'm great like Alexander. Two pokie balls, Hanging, Spit flames like charmander. And I got your chick Wetter than a blastoise She said I'm s**y And she love my raspy a** voice. I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house Ask Roise f**ing with Webby is just a bad choice! I'm a mother f**ing 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 a** Thirty rac up in the f**ing crib. Had 'em sayin, "What the f** 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 damn 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** with my manager Younger than me. When I'm young as f**, And still nobody f**ing with me. I am in A&R's wet dream Ready for the sh** 'Cause the games a f**ing rap When they let Webby in this b**h. Because the game's a f**ing rap When they let Webby in this b**h. [x2] Yeah, you know. Mad bars. Maaaad bars. Spit straight on any mixtape. I'm I'll. Yeah, what.