Bar For Bar

[Intro]

Yeah...Webby

I drop 50 bars, mad bars, raised the bar twice

The bars are on me all night

If they wanna go bar for bar we can do it on sight

I'm a beast, you're gonna never see me lose a bar fight

[Verse 1]

Everyone got an opinion but they won't step up

Can do a fucking handstand still got no leg up

So go ahead, talk your shit, yo, come on get tough

I'll Instagram a dick pic, you could all get fucked

I'm still as sick as a malaria patient, I'm very impatient

Stomping up the stairs of the basement (I'm coming)

No hibernation, yo, this bear is awakened

And half the game be softer than what Ben and Jerry are making

I'm a transcendentalist with literary arrangements

Vocabulary is like a dictionary replacement

But they only talking money and they last time I was checking

The greater percentage of America is in a recession (hold up) (what)

So what you're sayin' is these diamond crusted necklaces

And convoluted messages is really what you're messing with

Where's the dope shit what happened to that

Back when people stepped up to the mic and actually rapped

But now I'm on it, been here for a minute, and now I'm back to get them

Had this devil on my shoulder during catechism

Staying high from the purple and the hash I'm hitting

Brain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolism

I'm here to rap a rhythm, so why you saying shit (why)

So many fucking punch lines, I'm about to break my wrist

Undefeated, yo, I'm hard to be playing with

I'm the king, alter alias is Marcus Aurelius

Killing beats, murder scene, and I'm washing my hands carefully

Scrubbing all the blood out the trunk of the Grand Cherokee

In need of therapy but the doctor's scared of me

Says I need a trip to Shutter Island cuz apparently

I've lost my damn mind,yo, I'm sick in the head

The reason women say that chivalry's dead

I'm that guy, trying to find some company laying in misery's bed

Staying blunted with a fifth to the head

Judge Dredd with a weapon now, laser beam flow bout to blast that

Mother fucking lyricist, you can hashtag that

Freestyle crazy, they like; "Yo, how he rap that?"

So hot off the top, I'll melt the plastic in my snapback

In a hatchback running people over till your body parts are stuck in my motor

Never sober, I got to charge my G-Pen like 12 times every weekend

Sharks and minnows with it always treading in the deep end, shit who needs friends

I got my headphones, an iPod, rhyme book and a pen, homes

Shit, I even got bars in a dead zone

I get it crackin' like chiropractors with neck bones

Shit, I been slept on, way too fucking long now

Studied every fork in the road taking the long route (yes sir)

Mapped it out like cartography, build my bridges strong

And now I know that anyone that stomps at me will tremble in my hands

Run them off my lands, see I always stuck it to the man

Fuck it, cuz I can, bringing out the ruckus is my plan

Puffing on a gram, if you want some trouble I'm your man

Comfortably stand right where I'm at

Soon to be legend, ain't no fighting the facts

About to rise to be a mother fucking titan of rap

Give them pieces of my soul and put my life in a track

In the game where people quick to put that knife in your back

Gotta teach yourself to move like a wolf or get preyed on

Fuck blowing up the real challenge is to stay on

You must be fucking stupid if you take on

This crazy white boy, keep my game face on

And my shades on, and my brim low, and my mind right

Cooking up a sick flow, chewing through my leash, now see the kid go

Because now we here bitch, welcome to the show