Chris Webby - 50 Barz lyrics

Yea, this is where I show you how nice I am. 50 bars. I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy The only player out with a CT jersey You see me, heard me, felt me, purely The sickest on the earth, ain't no sh** to cure me I am surely, a rhyme busta, f** ya If you go against the kid then I'll have to crush ya Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska Take that s**as, hit em with bra** knucks And kick em with Tims on and f** that a** up I eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds up Should be in a trash can, sh** I'm grouchy as f**, yup I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya Shock ten thousand volts, Zues lightnin bolt ya So keep your courage close if I go and approach ya Cause I'm here to "Face Off" like Nick Cage and Travolta Spit molten flows that shatter your chest Leave you with a broken nose for a lack of respect So please son, if you really wanna battle the best I'll put your f**in life in "Jeopardy" like Alex Trebek, yes I'm not your average vet, blastin a tek I'll ravage your set, beat you up like masochist s** I never met another rapper of my caliber yet But them beatin me is like me pa**in an Algebra test I be flippin like a calender, lyrics be scorchin em Rap valedictorian, swingin, stingin like scorpions Skin whiter than porcelain, but bringin them dark forces in Sick like the sh** they caught on the Trail to Oregon I'm talkin Cholera, Scarlet Fever, and Dysentery It's scary, you'd swear to god I memorized the dictionary I'm buyin if the "Price is Right" with Drew Carey Fairly out of my mind got you runnin like Tom and Jerry I am very mentally nuts, spit with quickness Step to a b**h like baseball, designated to hit this Got your head spinnin like kickflips, when I rip this Hardbody like my flows lift weights at Planet Fitness You can't get with this sh** Chris spit I'm this sick hit piff Till I'm flyin through the air quick as a discus You simply can't dismiss this, ready to go the distance In the booth feelin like a f**in kid on Christmas This is, me back and fresh as can be Hell I got more kicks than the UFC More kicks than Jet Li, or Tekken 3 I'm nice, anybody I've ever met could agree Could it be? The dude who's droppin an*logies Hustlin to make a salary, and burnin opponents quick as a calorie I will glad-a-ly, charge up the battery And swing with a bat and see if I can knock your a** straight out the galaxy Fact not fallacy, I rapidly drop sh** Pilot in the co*k pit and sure as a clock ticks I'll be here throwin more fists than a mosh pit 50 bars later and I'm still spittin hot sh** Yea b**h, I'm nice!