Video 50 Barz de Chris Webby 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Chris Webby - 50 Barz Lyrics

50 Barz Song Lyrics
50 Barz by Chris Webby 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**k 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 brass knucks,
And kick 'em with Tims on, f**k that ass 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**k, yup.
I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya,
Shock ten thousand volts, Zeus 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**kin' 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 sex.
I never met another rapper of my caliber yet,
But them beatin' me is like me passin' a 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**ch 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**kin' 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 ass straight out the galaxy.
Fact not fallacy, I rapidly drop sh*t,
Pilot in the cock 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**ch, I'm nice!