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Abscaand - One Bar Lyrics

[Verse 1: CG Kid]
I’m a motherfucking 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 masses
When I rap it so rapid, gotta have it status
Fucking rap addict, right back at it, right back at it
Texan testin limits of perfection with the weapons of my perception
Asshole trapped in a black hole, waco, grabs flows with a lasso
Makes you quiver like lactose, what you mad for?
Don’t like my shit? Eat a dick casserole
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
Bitch, you suck dick, sound like a chicken lickin on its lips
Take the hop out of hip, here to drop this motherfucking rap apocalypse
With the dominant, Jeffrey Dahmer spit
Straight demonic shit 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 bitches sucking on my delicious cock
I cum on their face, cum, diddy, cum, cum
Come a little closer, let me cum on your motherfucking rump, bitch
I don't give a fuck what ya'll think about this, bitch
You can suck my motherfucking dick if you ain't with
The rhymes that I spit, never slipping, always ripping on this bitch
Back on this bitch to attack this shit, 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