50 barz lyrics – chris webby

“50 barz”

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*t to cure me
i am surely, a rhyme busta, f*ck 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 suckas, hit em with br*ss knucks
and kick em with tims on and f*ck that *ss up
i eat em like pac man, the score just adds up
should be in a trash can, sh*t i’m grouchy as f*ck, 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*ckin 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 m*s*ch*st s*x
i never met another rapper of my caliber yet
but them beatin me is like me p*ssin 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*t 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*tch 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*t 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*ckin kid on christmas
this is, me back and fresh as can be
h*ll 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 *n*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 *ss straight out the galaxy
fact not fallacy, i rapidly drop sh*t
pilot in the c*ck 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*t

yea b*tch, i’m nice!

/ chris webby lyrics