Count Da Bars by Mad Comedian Lyrics
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Verse 1 (Mad Comedian) 30 Bars
Before I hit you /
With a cup of issues /
I will give your baby moms
A box of tissues
And tell her not to miss you /
I got your neck swinging quicker /
Than Pikachu because I dissed you
I'm sick of you Rap pinochle millenials /
Bieng subliminal and cynical /
About a white boy with a bunch of stan fans
Can take down the Creed of all dreams /
The kaiser on most teams
Don't make me suprise ya /
With a bullet of word streams
Some of y'all are sweets with the same /
Type of stains in your sheets
Just a little bit of Chucks /
With a whole lot of bucks /
Fronting because everyone alrеady knows you suck
Do some push-ups / Cuz Imma give you a heat check /
Blast you off the deck / what the heck /
Now you lose your respect /
Before you could ever protect ya Neck
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Verse 2 (Omar Dyer) 26 bars
Cough set offset / where is the henny though
Cute booty / Yeah, she a Jenny though /
You broke / she broke / you smashed a stripper though
1 gun, two gun / you instagram the moment of conception though
You gets no props for knocking up Cardi though /
I ain't mad at you / you T-Pain a stripper hoe
I'm tiered of this disrespect in Arcadia /
What's beef?
Beef is the heat between you and me /
What's beef?
Beef is the fight between me and your wife /
Under the sheets
What's beef?
If you really want beef / go beat your meet /
Now that's beef
I'm pissed off / I'm in my chariot now /
Cuz I'm pissed off / I'm strutting around town/
Cuz I'm pissed off / Now i'm show you how i get down/
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Verse 3 (Mad Comedian) 17 bars
I'm a go a little bit of quick /
Just to get a little bit of sick /
Give you a little bit of that /
And give you a little bit of this /
Just to make you a little bit trick
There's only one Rap God /
I got the lighten bolt to shatter the Raptors
Don't make me rapture your stan fans /
With a play from the American Band Stand /
I know to them you are their Idol /
To the rest of the world you are my decibel /
Please don't turn into my rival
They say the sky has no limits / guess what?
I am standing in the clouds / with lighten bolts /
And I am ready to strike you down
Verse 4 (Mad Comedian) 65 bars
The bigger the badder
The freaky the bladder
You just a white boy
With a bunch of Stan fans
Trying to be the next
Americans band stand
I got the gland though
To strike your hand though
Leave you ducking in sand though
Calling your moms my favorite mand
You lucky though, I'm chucky though
Feeling kind a plucky though, while getting ducky
And burring you dickface in dough
Don't make me roll up and truck you
In smoke; leaving you broke like Samoa Joe
Put your money where your mouth is
Let me show you what this is about
As I run up in the house / take the loot up out the couch
Put the gun up in your mouth;
Then shout: Biggie Smalls is the illest
You ain't breaking shit
If I never entered in it
Go get the grits, and clear those zits
Tag your it
To many morphisis as I leave you often
Crying in a coffin, thinking you
Got power, now your a ranger
Striving since your rap life is in danger
Cling on the hanger, the mad mangler
Pulled up in a wrangler, to rap words
And un tangle ya
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Verse 1 (Mad Comedian) 30 Bars
Before I hit you /
With a cup of issues /
I will give your baby moms
A box of tissues
And tell her not to miss you /
I got your neck swinging quicker /
Than Pikachu because I dissed you
I'm sick of you Rap pinochle millenials /
Bieng subliminal and cynical /
About a white boy with a bunch of stan fans
Can take down the Creed of all dreams /
The kaiser on most teams
Don't make me suprise ya /
With a bullet of word streams
Some of y'all are sweets with the same /
Type of stains in your sheets
Just a little bit of Chucks /
With a whole lot of bucks /
Fronting because everyone alrеady knows you suck
Do some push-ups / Cuz Imma give you a heat check /
Blast you off the deck / what the heck /
Now you lose your respect /
Before you could ever protect ya Neck
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Verse 2 (Omar Dyer) 26 bars
Cough set offset / where is the henny though
Cute booty / Yeah, she a Jenny though /
You broke / she broke / you smashed a stripper though
1 gun, two gun / you instagram the moment of conception though
You gets no props for knocking up Cardi though /
I ain't mad at you / you T-Pain a stripper hoe
I'm tiered of this disrespect in Arcadia /
What's beef?
Beef is the heat between you and me /
What's beef?
Beef is the fight between me and your wife /
Under the sheets
What's beef?
If you really want beef / go beat your meet /
Now that's beef
I'm pissed off / I'm in my chariot now /
Cuz I'm pissed off / I'm strutting around town/
Cuz I'm pissed off / Now i'm show you how i get down/
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Verse 3 (Mad Comedian) 17 bars
I'm a go a little bit of quick /
Just to get a little bit of sick /
Give you a little bit of that /
And give you a little bit of this /
Just to make you a little bit trick
There's only one Rap God /
I got the lighten bolt to shatter the Raptors
Don't make me rapture your stan fans /
With a play from the American Band Stand /
I know to them you are their Idol /
To the rest of the world you are my decibel /
Please don't turn into my rival
They say the sky has no limits / guess what?
I am standing in the clouds / with lighten bolts /
And I am ready to strike you down
Verse 4 (Mad Comedian) 65 bars
The bigger the badder
The freaky the bladder
You just a white boy
With a bunch of Stan fans
Trying to be the next
Americans band stand
I got the gland though
To strike your hand though
Leave you ducking in sand though
Calling your moms my favorite mand
You lucky though, I'm chucky though
Feeling kind a plucky though, while getting ducky
And burring you dickface in dough
Don't make me roll up and truck you
In smoke; leaving you broke like Samoa Joe
Put your money where your mouth is
Let me show you what this is about
As I run up in the house / take the loot up out the couch
Put the gun up in your mouth;
Then shout: Biggie Smalls is the illest
You ain't breaking shit
If I never entered in it
Go get the grits, and clear those zits
Tag your it
To many morphisis as I leave you often
Crying in a coffin, thinking you
Got power, now your a ranger
Striving since your rap life is in danger
Cling on the hanger, the mad mangler
Pulled up in a wrangler, to rap words
And un tangle ya
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