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 worthyThe only player out with a CT jerseyYou see me, heard me, felt me, purelyThe sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure meI am surely, a rhyme busta, ***** yaIf you go against the kid then I'll have to crush yaKnock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch yaCause I always stay on my grind like Chad MuskaTake that suckas, hit em with brass knucksAnd kick em with Tims on and ***** that ass upI eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds upShould be in a trash can, shit I'm grouchy as *****, yupI'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke yaShock ten thousand volts, Zues lightnin bolt yaSo keep your courage close if I go and approach yaCause I'm here to "Face Off" like Nick Cage and TravoltaSpit molten flows that shatter your chestLeave you with a broken nose for a lack of respectSo please son, if you really wanna battle the bestI'll put your *****in life in "Jeopardy" like Alex Trebek, yesI'm not your average vet, blastin a tekI'll ravage your set, beat you up like masochist sexI never met another rapper of my caliber yetBut them beatin me is like me passin an Algebra testI be flippin like a calender, lyrics be scorchin emRap valedictorian, swingin, stingin like scorpionsSkin whiter than porcelain, but bringin them dark forces inSick like the shit they caught on the Trail to OregonI'm talkin Cholera, Scarlet Fever, and DysenteryIt's scary, you'd swear to god I memorized the dictionaryI'm buyin if the "Price is Right" with Drew CareyFairly out of my mind got you runnin like Tom and JerryI am very mentally nuts, spit with quicknessStep to a ***** like baseball, designated to hit thisGot your head spinnin like kickflips, when I rip thisHardbody like my flows lift weights at Planet FitnessYou can't get with this shit Chris spit I'm this sick hit piffTill I'm flyin through the air quick as a discusYou simply can't dismiss this, ready to go the distanceIn the booth feelin like a *****in kid on ChristmasThis is, me back and fresh as can beHell I got more kicks than the UFCMore kicks than Jet Li, or Tekken 3I'm nice, anybody I've ever met could agreeCould it be? The dude who's droppin analogiesHustlin to make a salary, and burnin opponents quick as a calorieI will glad-a-ly, charge up the batteryAnd swing with a bat and see if I can knock your ass straight out the galaxyFact not fallacy, I rapidly drop shitPilot in the ***** pit and sure as a clock ticksI'll be here throwin more fists than a mosh pit50 bars later and I'm still spittin hot shitYea *****, I'm nice!
