Mad Bars lyrics

Yeah, this sh*t right here is for all the 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
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'll spit a whole bunch of bars, re-roll up cigars
I am greater than the rest Supernova, the stars
You're just the common cold I am SARS
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
Drop sh*t on any topic, hotness
Then swap spit with hot chicks and get my c*ck licked
I'm a rot pit mixed with a little bijon
Hugh Hef in the 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 then I'm outtie, 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 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 keepin' 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 sex tape
Me, Kim Kardashian, and Paris in a three way
Burn it 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 lightnin' bolt, cause I'm always spittin' thunder
Runnin' sh*t like Ari, cause drama like Vince's brother
Smoother than butter with a pocket full of rubbers
And skills that'll make your girl s-s-s-s-stutter
Back up in this m-motherf-f*cker with a vengeance
Make 'em pause like they got a comma in their sentence
You can tell I'm the sh*t as soon as I hit the entrance
f*ck the shampoo, we that rollin' that Herbal Essence
Cause I'm great like Alexander
Two Poke balls hangin', spit flames like Charmander
And I got your chick wetter than a Blastoise
She said I'm sexy and she love my raspy ass voice
I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house, ask Royce
f*ckin' with Webby is just a bad choice!
I'm a mothaf*ckin' goblin man
Get the cable vision rhythm, rippin' on demand
You can see me with the mic on my sonogram
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 ass, thirty rack up in the f*ckin' 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 Tuck
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 euthanized
I am back ill 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
And I'm young as f*ck, and still nobody f*ckin' with me
I am in A&R's wet dream ready for the sh*t
Cause the games a f*ckin' 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 ill, yeah, what