Bars

Bars （星）-Lil Dicky
Yes sir Whats good
Look I feel like every great rapper has one of these man
No hooks just bars
Let me catch my breath right quick Lets go
What it do was twenty-two up my the room
Thinkinbout a way that I could make a move make a boom
Debated to move to L A to make it in movies
But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music
Now Im spittinthe hottest sh*t it dont matter the competition
Is sadder than a bladder that be lacking a pot to piss in
Its actually kinda sickninthe rap is beyond horrific
Admit it bruh Waka Flocka Flame is somehow respected
The game has gotta change used to listen to Jay
Up on the train now they floodinthe waves with 2chainz
I feel like I separate with my lines like 2lanes
Its a dark knight when the jokers better than them banes
Of the rap game all of em rap lame
They claiminall em ballinwell then all of em Sac Kings
At least they in the league tho I cant even cop a f* *king peacoat
Thats why Im aiming outside the box like its a free throw
The w**d smoke f**king the air up
Got this muthaf**ka snacking more than Miggy Cabrera
Got this maf**ka rapping some crack and yapping about it on his cell phone
Tell holmes this is the track that I got my swell on
And I spit that sh*t so fast sometimes I need to slow it down
All these b**ches up in the crib its like my home a pound
Tell me I aint hold it down
Spitting ridiculousticklinb**ches
Up into they britches and rip em like tickets
And fastballs lookinat a cutie on the dance flo
I visualize that booty with the pants off
Had a little dance off
And I aint had no shot it was the a**fault
Cuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault
They claiminthey great man these rappers straight lebronin
Im layinin wait to smack the f**k up out dat spauldin
Im hatinevery song they celebratinpoppinDom
But I be takinshots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic
Bomb sh*t yall should see my muthaf**kinblonde b**ch
The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic
I twist and I turn her on til she wet like she a faucet
No rapper give you more a set isnt it ironic
Because Im seeinthese labels
Pumpinout the horseshit got me callinem stables
Pumpinout the tours quick but they aint makinhits
Aint nobody great as this
White boy killinbrothers on that Cane and Abel tip
Tri-tip steak up on a plate Im on a date
With a dime b**ch nibbling cake
But nevermind that Someone tell me where the f**k the rhymes at
I was bumpinNas in his prime and you gonna sign that
Oh well guess Im better than theyll ever be
I could do it serious but they prefer the levity
I aint really hearinnothin
Say I aint the man
Im layinin sand zero spf for the tan
But now Im back in this muthaf**ka spit hotter than a flamethrowa
Waitinto hear em call on my name like rap a game show
Tell me this is lame though I know that is bogus
Gotta focus be the dopest with the most set of quotes and the grossest
When I flow sick and the hope is
Notice is right around the corner my time to shine
Is almost aligned something like a quarter to nine
If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes
Id only have a couple dollas so Im stickinwith dimes （know）
They getting off like a train stop
Im lookinat my d**k like how the f* *k do you stay rock
No Southern Carolina how you got so much game cock
Cuz you movinthat v****a in the dark like a stage prop
Its all good Im making this the outro
I had to f**kinspit this is what Im about bro
And you know what it is holla back up at the kid Slim Boner
So damn hard this sh*t is over
This sh* t is over
This sh*t is over