Mad About Bars - S5-E4 - Mixtape Madness, Kenny Allstar, Kwengface

I don’t think the game is even ready for what you’re about to do with this

freestyle

Scary

Grap

Brap

Yuck man down 'till the blade’s all gooey

The world shall be mine like Stewie

I like my steak kinda medium done cah the well-done ting’s too chewy

Old days couldn’t buy no Trueies

Now my trainers cost me a blueie

Got my shank on me

'Cause the mandem there too booky

Yuck man down 'till the scene goes red

Everyting ments

If a man extend it, no forensic, no way that a man get catched

Two-two step like a man go flex

Man just said it for the cause

You know my style, we all know Kweng

I’m in OT servin' leng

Whip it, whip it

Chop down crack with Gillettes

I’m still in the trap with kittens

Out, still tryna get my riches

I just linked my plug from Sierra Leone

Got me speakin' Pijin

This ting wanna be my missus

Biggest back, finest pickin'

Exit, exit

Man said the wrong thing so I cheffed him

Opp block with the waps get tested

Or I’m doin' late-night decks in the West End

I’m smokin' Cali and Stardawg with Sharna

Now I feel like WSTRN

I just tapped that one

Now I’m tryna make bro tap her best friend

Old days would’ve fed that pasta

Now I just drive down the sideroad, park off quick

Tell her jump in that backers

She said she never done this before

Sure, sweet lil' one be an actor

The opps say we love chat

That’s no cap, but the chat get backed up

Yo, Skully what you on fat boy?

Let’s skrr in a brucked-down Astra

We got them tryna get some Dominos

I jumped out, then suttin' got stabbed up

Mad ting sad up

Brownskin, I’mma fuck that

Big batty ting, man it haffi get grab up

I try smoke my man with a hammer

Mazza, pissed that the hand ting jam up

Part 2

You can’t be tellin' me that Kwengface ain’t one of the hardest

Impossible

But true say it’s that Mad About Bars shit

It’s Madara Beatz

So let’s go hard then

Gang, gang

Two shit man

You know how it gets bruv

Mad about bars

Free all the guys dem

Come on, man

Yo

I’m mad up

Strapped up, no I’m soldier

Man don’t act up for bullshit

Man just slide 'round the opp block

Quick like man just rinsed off the full clip

And no, I ain’t leased these kicks

I went to the store and bought 'em

Need my stack all enormous

Dem man tried and got thwarted

I need a 4 and a half of the dirty slag

Feds don’t want my brewin', brewin', piss in the dirty slam

I ring, trap from the dirty flats

Shout out Adz, that’s a certy cat

Bro smashed him and I could not look, dirty splash

And if man don’t talk 'bout drills

They won’t love no more

They wanna know about all of these rideouts

And that time that we slapped this corn

They locked down Shay and they locked down D

But they still want more

We said that this is just music and that Zone’s will break that law

Two and a Q of each

That’s an Olson Twins and Sista Sista

Back my shank on an opp

I don’t really know why man’s puttin' his fist up

He try run got tripped up

Pissed, next thing you know he got dipped up

Tryna spill some sauce in Harrod’s

Stop so I’m doin' up

Stop so I’m doin' up

Both hands on when I clutch this heater

Bro tryna slap, slap, slap that ting how I done Tina

I put a 125 on Tanita

Now I’m at the worktop doin' up cleaner

Ghost inhale my zoot

Numb that pain when I smoke my rifa

Got like a .125 in that Uber

Now I’m doin' roommates with a drug user

He already knows I’m a trooper

I told him «Try with me I’ll do ya»

Two and a half on a Sunday

I paid for the jugg, ring, trap, hallelujah

If I bring this mash to your crib

All you’ll see is a clips I ain’t talkin' lunar

I was in the strip doin' nuttin' but lurkin'

I should’ve been in the studio doin' up workin'

I done back my shank on an opp

And swung before him, and this arm all hurt him

Can’t lie man I thought that he splashed man

Man still swingin', swingin' with urges

Long story short man picked this ting

Straight back to the Nizz from excursions

Peng lightie, she flirtin' (Ay come 'ere)

Biggest back she twerkin' (Ay come 'ere)

She saw how my phone line be

Should’ve seen my face when she asked for a Birkin

For a Birkin bag

Mad, better just stuff this fours in a long chop bag when we’re lurkin', akh

I can’t sleep on a vio

Same day ting man’s lurkin' mad

Man’s just lettin' it hit like hi-hats (Woo, woo)

Back your mash and slap one

Dem man don’t make no cake

And they lowe them fakes so I’m callin' them catgun

On the ride with the guys when we lurk on the strip

And we got two tap ones

I just heard my Nokia echo

Got a new ting and that’s the way to tap one

Man’s just lettin' it hit like hi-hats (Woo, woo)

Back your mash and slap one

Dem man don’t make no cake

And they lowe them fakes so I’m callin' them catgun

On the ride with the guys when we lurk on the strip

And we got two tap ones

I just heard my Nokia echo

Got a new ting and that’s the way to tap one (Mad)