Mad About Bars - S5-EP3 - Mixtape Madness, Kenny Allstar, Scorcher

Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, alright

I swear we about to turn the game into a frenzy with this one

It’s the general

SJ

And you know what I came here to do

True say, it’s season 5

I felt like it was only right

We bring through a seasoned vet

So let’s go over to the Nine and let’s get it crackin'

Scorcher

I stepped in the dance with bae

She’s got a flick knife in her purse for me (Gang)

Boujee, but ratchet before I can grab it

She might do it first for me

I’m in the whip with a six year bird on me

I ain’t chattin' 'bout bitch from a burglary (Nah)

I’m from lower E where they do surgery

I go first, if I hear you want (Wah), murder me (Woo)

You take out your phone and press all the buttons

I’ll put it in flight mode just like Khabib in fight mode (Fight mode)

Take out a Russian and push on a suttin' (Pah-pah-pah)

Forget a discussion

If I’m with my brothers, then yeah it’s a rushin'

If I’m on my ones (Yeah), and you’re on your ones (Yeah)

I beg you don’t run, let’s get to the scuffin'

I was sixteen with warlord, putting up 3's on the scoreboard

My killers got beef, what’s talk for (Ay, what’s talk for?)

He don’t know what he got bored for (Chattin')

No explanation, and it faded then step out the station

I said a prayer asking for forgiveness

Because I X’d my man that he came with

I don’t care if he’s involved or not

Forehead ting, no Voldemort

Them boy there got load of talk

My man them go over (Ah)

My man them go overboard

Bystanders, like oh my lord (Uh)

Cause on a dry day, man soak the floor

And then drop a new tape and then go on tour (Ay)

Anywhere I go, man fi know the whole of the Niners are welcome

I got real killers on the line, I can bell them

Feds ask man shit, I don’t tell them (Shit)

You know middle man bits, I sell them

Dark from Iraq, but I come via Belgium

Plus I got bank, so it’s looking like twelve then

But I’ve got another leak from an ex-girlfriend

I wish that I weren’t, but I’m local

Got it on deck, no phone call (Woo)

Them man, they make threats on socials

But it all ends with a Bogle (No sweat)

My brothers got bagged with pro tools

And they weren’t layin', no vocals

True the judge gave out twenty in total (Ay)

I’m a send man credit on postal

Fumez The Engineer

That one’s crazy

Shout out to Scorcher

You already know he’s coming with a bag of new material this year as well

It’s Mix-tape Madness, it’s Kenny Allstar

Let’s keep it moving