Abscaand - One Bar lyrics

[Verse 1: CG Kid] I'm a motherf**ing savage with a method to my madness Handcraft this static like a blacksmith With the black magic pouring through my sporadic synapses Coming harder than the average, harder than the ma**es When I rap it so rapid, gotta have it status f**ing rap addict, right back at it, right back at it Texan testin limits of perfection with the weapons of my perception a**hole trapped in a black hole, waco, grabs flows with a la**o Makes you quiver like lactose, what you mad for? Don't like my sh**? Eat a dick ca**erole Let my cash flow, let my pants sag low On tha low down, profound with the pronouns that I pronounce Show down, drop it like a four pound in your home town Who's a clone? Who's a drone now? Not here to imitate, intimidate with the style I innovate Ya, I been up late, pen to a page to expose the fakes Drake, Waynes, bringing about chains How they make it, make it rain b**h, you s** dick, sound like a chicken lickin on its lips Take the hop out of hip, here to drop this motherf**ing rap apocalypse With the dominant, Jeffrey Dahmer spit Straight demonic sh** with a toxic twist "This is why I'm hot, I swang and I beat up the block" I'm hot cause I got 5 b**hes s**ing on my delicious co*k I cum on their face, cum, diddy, cum, cum Come a little closer, let me cum on your motherf**ing rump, b**h I don't give a f** what ya'll think about this, b**h You can s** my motherf**ing dick if you ain't with The rhymes that I spit, never slipping, always ripping on this b**h Back on this b**h to attack this sh**, CG Kid [Verse 2: Abscaand] Abscaand coming to attack ya'll rappers So, you better back off on me, we are not homies 'Specially when you paying for bars, claiming to be hard Made it this far by playing your cards right My syllables are rowdy, so it's time for a bar fight Eddie with the Venom, sticking it to 'em, I just might Tear your flesh right off of your bone, I told you to leave me alone I'm known cause I'm prone to explode on foes with flows That'll leave more holes in you than an Obama drone strike Haunter, I'm ghostlike Hunting you like Kayako Saeki, there's nowhere to hide "Say hi to the bad guy"; Taxstone I try to be innovative, and I know you hate it Cause all you do is take it and emulate it; Schama Noel But, unlike him, you don't know rap as well Doing whatever you feel will make records sell That's what you fail to understand, see, I don't care what it sells My only concern is rocking the bells The profit itself will excel, but not if the love isn't there Watch the novice applying the pressure to your pocket His flow is immaculate and there's no way that you can stop it, I'm just being honest So, you might as well just drop the mic and get inside of the coffin I will never soften on a wannabe artist, so Next time you decide to get inside my arena, you need to be more equipped My rhymes whip more than Simon Belmont I Stro on, but I'm not from Brooklyn Taking in all of the knowledge that I learned from this game Stacking up my ammo cause Shady told me to do it, man Georgia x Texas connection, we're helping out the progression of our respective areas Southside is in this now Now, we got your attention, we're taking a new direction We're stepping correct and bringing lyricism to a trap beat Upon further inspection, I think that we have detected defection in the industry The fakers are allowed to eat That's the problem, but we can solve it They can't ignore us all, some of us slip through the cracks like Kendrick Lamar Backpackers with an actual message are going far Feeling like Saitama, could end your career in one bar