Welcome, welcome,
I’d like to welcome you all to Webster’s Laboratory
I’ll be your host for the evening,
Chris Webby if you didn’t already know,
Step right in, let me show you around real quick,
Ha, let’s cook some shit up
(Ehhhuh ehhhuh)
Yeah, yeah,
It’s that verbal visionary, criminally, literary,
Spit it clever b*tch it’s Webster you can check me on the dictionary,
Under author credits, I’m the author get it?
Mind sharper then a cutlass that I’ll saw your head with,
So authentic Donald Trump’s is my apprentice,
Shave his f*cking comb over off his head and made my exit,
They can’t see me cause me see dyslexic,
Cooking acid tabs in my omlette during breakfast,
Three moves in Tetris, nah, but I got a triple stack,
I’m talking E pills till I can’t remember jack,
Shit, rolling with aliens like men in black,
Reppin’ for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that,
I’m a dirty dog down to f*ck your lady raw,
Roll a j and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw,
I’m a motherf*ckin beast off the leash
Until the obituaries say that Webby is deceased,
Killing beats call a priest, they can’t censor me, cause if they try,
The whole f*cking song will be a bleep,
I’m a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco,
Rolling on these b*tches with better stats than Rondo,
Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco,
Running people over like it’s Grand Theft Auto,
CT to ‘Cago, I’m killing them with hot flow,
Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy
So you see, here in Webby’s Lab,
I’m gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples, some industry beats,
All cooked together with a nice topping of dope lyrics,
Oh yeah and it’s free, courtesy of Datpiff, and myself of course,
The album’s coming soon so buy that, but until then, enjoy this
Yeah, it’s that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian,
I’m not in it for the fame and the money but shit I’ll take em,
I’ve been waiting here patiently while others got big,
Now I’m like, "Pick me coach, I’ll slaughter these kids",
I’m so hungry you can hear my f*cking stomach through my ribs,
Call it dibs on the title let me show em what it is,
I’m wrecking tracks doing shows and getting cash, huh,
I’m Triple X way too big for any freshman class,
It’s in my repertoire, every single bar is hard,
Spittin’ fire like I’m the human version of Charizard,
Or super smash brother, make that money stack brother,
Stick my d*ck in instrumentals kill em on my last rubber,
Motherf*cker what, long as I can bust a nut all over a track
And then I’m bouncin’ with a couple sluts,
Not to be derogatory but you need to drop it shorty,
Take em panties off I’m in that ass like a suppository,
Pop a 40 and chug until I’m puking all over the rug,
Never sober rollin’ a bud, master of the multi-syllable raps,
No one’s iller in fact with a precision Reggie Miller would bat, huh,
I’m just a Looney Tune way more rude than you,
And if you don’t like what I’m doing, sue me dude,
I have an ever and I’ll never give an F word,
Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter
So boys and girls, 6 mixtapes deep,
And I still haven’t lost my touch as you can see, you know,
I just really wanna say thank you to everyone that supported me this far,
I feel like it’s really time to take this shit over, ninja swag b*tches,
So again, welcome to Webster’s Laboratory, and have a lovely f*cking day,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Boys and girls,
Get your boarding passes ready.
I'm about to take you to a place
You ain't ever been before.
Where insanity is the norm
And you can party all damn day.
Follow me!
(Ha ha...)
Step into my world.
[Chorus:]
Come, come with me.
I got anything you need.
Just follow my lead,
You'll leave early
But you see...
It's insanity.
So just step into my world.
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
Come, follow my steps.
No, you won't be ready
For whatever's coming up next.
We got music, drugs, and sex.
Come join on my quest,
So just step in on my world,
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
Come and drift in space
Bring you to a different place,
Where it is crazy,
Everybody here got explicit taste.
Every girl is beautiful,
And I could fuck all of them.
'Cause it's Webby's World,
What else are they gonna call it son?
No one's locked up
'Cause everybody's good people.
No one stops the partying
'Cause every drug is legal.
Ha! We puff blunts
Fatter than a sumo.
Till we gettin' lifted
Like the roof
Higher than Pluto.
'Cause Webby's World is deep within
The parallel dimensions.
So follow me
If you begin to lose your sense of direction.
Webby's World is hard to find
Unless you know the address
And only I know it
So forget searching on MapQuest.
This is madness,
I need my perscriptions
Before I start flippin',
A Vicodin should fix him.
You could try to understand what I envision,
But ain't nobody enter into the mind of Christian.
[Chorus:]
Come, come with me.
I got anything you need.
Just follow my lead,
You'll leave early
But you see...
It's insanity.
So just step into my world.
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
Come, follow my steps.
No, you won't be ready
For whatever's coming up next.
We got music, drugs, and sex.
Come join on my quest,
So just step in on my world,
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
I live in the future,
So you are history.
I'm so original
That nobody could mimic me.
Don't front to back
Kill it with my symmetry.
Like a drunk driver,
I stay hittin' trees.
Touch down
On the surface of my planet,
Disabled tractor beams
Cruisin' steady as I land it.
A martian like Weezy,
Homie I'm just tellin' facts.
We're both hunted by
The mother fuckin' Men in Black.
So come adventure
With the Mutant Ninja Rapper.
Outdo Shredder,
'Cause I learned it from my master.
Splinter taught me how to kill it
With all of my adverbs.
Now my word play
Is enough to knock you backwards.
Pop a pill
And step into reality,
Start seein' like me,
Fuck gravity.
Follow me,
I hope you're ready girl.
I'm a bring you up to Webby's World.
[Chorus]
Come, come with me.
I got anything you need.
Just follow my lead,
You'll leave early
But you see...
It's insanity.
So just step into my world.
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
Come, follow my steps.
No, you won't be ready
For whatever's coming up next.
We got music, drugs, and sex.
Come join on my quest,
So just step in on my world,
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
Once you step into my world
You never leave.
Now jump into the world of make believe.
Tricks up my sleeve,
Now get lifted,
To a place where reality is twisted.
Nothing's what it seems,
And everything is opposite.
I will take the lead,
And baby you should follow it.
'Cause where I'm going,
You need to come.
Time to blast off now,
3, 2, 1.
Like...
[Chorus:]
Come, come with me.
I got anything you need.
Just follow my lead,
You'll leave early
But you see...
It's insanity.
So just step into my world.
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
Come, follow my steps.
No, you won't be ready
For whatever's coming up next.
We got music, drugs, and sex.
Come join on my quest,
So just step in on my world,
I'd like to welcome you to Webby's world.
Man, I don't even know what I'm doin in this motha fuckin booth right now)
Haha, let's go!
[Chorus:]
When you walk in the room, it is clear to see
I'm the one, with the bong, and the bag of weed
I'm a pothead
And everybody knows it's so drop dead
If you will oppose it
I'm the one whose burning
Back by popular demand
Wait no not yet, no one even knows who I am
But I'm the White Noise and I'm kickin it again
Kick em to the curb as I stick it to the man
Chris Webby, check the Johnathan Hancock
Walk around buzzed on and pot
Got so many lyrics, when I drop it I can't stop
Find me a biddy and I'm watching her pants drop
Whoa, start unzipperin now
There's no way I be simmerin down
But I be Donkey Kong and I'm a hit em with a simian pound
Keep buzzin like a sippian
Wow now, Kowabunga
When I come and hit em from the under
Round make sound like thunder
Quaint as the weather in a tundra
Stunned ya cause I'm rappin I'll
It'll really make ya wonder
[Chorus]
I'm the illest white rapper on 20 muscle relaxers
Sniffin anthrax just to feel the shit faster
I'm fuckin jedi master no need for a blaster
My lightsaber will leave none standin after
I swing it around and cut everyone to fractions
Keep em in a pile then drive away laughing
I think that I lost it, I can't explain my actions
Neither can the therapist, he says that I'm on crack
And I only have to agree cause I been smoking that
Since I was like 6 sittin on Santa's lap
Askin for my own prostitute and a bat
So I can knock her out and jerk off on her rack
A little animal is what the fuck I was
Poppin Ritalin, tattling, just to get a little buzz
Fuck, what was I even talking about? Uh...
Oh yeah, where was I? Kids, don't do drugs
[Chorus]
And that's why
My dutch
I've never had enough
So I'm a roll me up another once I finish this up
And that's why
My brain
Is now completely fucked
So I have no idea why I am even saying this stuff
I'm a young buck, fucked up, trashed like a dump truck
With bundles of smelling like a skunks butt
Slaughter any dumbfuck, messing with the come up
Like Mario with a green shroom, got 1up
On anybody cause you know I flow a dope
Walk around with a cane, beatin up older folk
I'm just looking for a pair of titties I can motorboat
Or a bottle of penicillin so I can overdose
Comatose mother fucker and the morning wood
Raspy ass voice sounded like Donald Duck
Mad Game, Crazy, rolling with a lot of sluts
Pop so many pills, who would know what I could vomit up?
Hanukkah to Ramadan, I got a bomb tickin
Goin on and on, who would stop at my mission?
Murder Robin Hood, fuckin choke him with my belt
And I steal from the rich and keep it for myself
[Chorus]
Get High High High
Get High High High
Get High High High
Yeah.
I love you hip-hop,
I really do.
Yeah.
What's love?
I don't know yet,
When I think back at every single
Blonde or brunette.
A-a-and it's not that I don't like sex
But I fuck one girl
Then it's on to the next.
The way hip-hop
Is something more.
Can't tell if it's lust
Or it's love for sure.
But uh,
We've been seeing each other now for a minute.
She made me the man that I am
Now I live it.
A-a-and it's more than just music.
She taught me to have no fear
And just do it.
When I was locked up,
She helped me get through it.
She gave me a dream
And I swore to pursue it.
She whip me in the whip
And then I get home.
And she's laying beside me
Reppin' the headphones.
Fuck a girlfriend,
Hip-hop's my only.
With her and a stereo,
I'll never be lonely.
Yeah.
She's acting like I lost a step
When
I haven't even started yet.
And these other broads are recked,
She's playing hard to get.
I'm sending compliments.
Then,
She's still far from yes.
And got me coming back like a pharmacist.
My only hope is
This isn't all for sex.
And if it is,
I have to press pause for rest.
And these other hoes can't get it done,
That's 'cause,
I like to fuck beats when I fuck,
So what?
If this chick is my savior,
Even though she does that switch
And rotate her.
B-b-but you've got to have patience.
She's so much more than an acquaintance.
And if you're looking for the same life style
Don't trust her.
'Cause she can't trade right now.
It was 9-9-95, age ten.
I basically spent my time alone,
Only had like eight friends.
Felt like no one understood me
Way back when.
But then I met you,
And I was like amen.
We been together since
I was in a playpen.
But you started acting different
And I saw you change then.
You best switch it up,
Bitch, what's up?
I love you,
But you fuckin' this shit up.
I'm pissed enough,
That me and you went everywhere.
Slept with my Walkman,
Not a teddy bear.
We were always together,
Now you're never there.
I know what they say,
Life,
It ain't ever there.
Hard not to shed a tear,
'Cause you're a piece of art.
8-8-808 drum,
That's the beat of my heart.
I miss you,
But believe me I'm smart.
So no worries,
The main stream ain't deep enough
Oh, whoa, okay.
Ha ha ha ha ha...
It's Chris Webby mother fuckers.
Yeah,
Where the party at?
Where the party at?
Yo back in middle school yo
This used to be my joint.
For real,
So let me get it uh.
Yo...
I can't lie,
All day,
I'm a partier.
I walk in more fly
Than Laguardia.
Yeah I'm white,
I don't mean to startle yah.
I rep the burbs from CT
To Narnia.
I'm talkin' Solo cups,
Keystone Light.
Cop 'em by the 30
Ain't no beating the price.
When it comes to gettin' twisted,
This dude here's gifted.
Got cats and boss
And sayin' I'm wicked.
'Cause if you bring a beat,
Them I'm a bring bars.
Then I'm a show you
Where the Wild Things Are.
I make it rain till it's pouring,
I don't spit game.
I put my cleats on, bitch,
And start scoring.
Ye, I'm nice as fuck
So light it up.
Hmm, where's the journalist
To write this up?
In the tabloids,
'Cause I'm making mad noise.
Fuck making a band, dude,
I already know I'm a bad boy.
'Cause the rules?
I don't follow 'em.
And my family jewels?
She gon' swallow 'em.
'Cause you know
I'll make your neighborhood rock,
Turn the house party
Into fucking Woodstock.
No cut, paste, and copy,
Don't mean to sound cocky.
But that's just my confidence, yo,
And I'm hardbody.
Cruisin',
Something like Ducatis,
Maybe Kawasaki,
I'm cooler than Lifanzie [?].
'Cause I've been a superstar,
Ever since my mommy
Wen't into labor,
Then out popped me.
Not even a street sign's
Capable to stop me.
Keep my lyrics stuck in your head
Like some Epoxy.
Now, motherfucker,
Comin' out of the south.
On a CT,
Get it poppin' off
And I'm out.
I'm nice, so you better notice.
Pop bottles with
Andy Sandberg and T-Pain
On a boat, bitch!
So honey how you doin'?
How's your night goin'?
We can head back to my crib
If you like boning.
And I like boning,
Until it's bright mornin'
And I'm a spit
Until I get my fucking mic stolen.
But I won't allow a burglery,
I'm goin' in like
Open heart surgery.
Until I'm on TV
Like Ron Burgundy,
I'm a spit until everybody heard of me.
It's Chris Webby.
Man,
I said it's Chris Webby.
Bitch,
Where the party at?
Now, where the party at?
Where the party at?
Now where the party at?
Yeah
Planet's fucked up man
Human beings are the worst thing that happened
To this all Mother Earth baby
This is what it is, uh
The world we're livin' in, this shit is messed up, sometimes I feel like God packed up and left us,
Terrorist killing people for no reason, the good die young while evil's still breathing,
I can't even turn the news on, all you hear about is dangerous people creating new bombs
Serial killers and natural disasters, I'm just prayin' there be some pieces to put together after
Oil spills after hurricane Katrina, Kim Jong I'll sending threats from North Korea
The middle east, war in the streets, people strapping bombs cause of their religious beliefs
Killing others by the dozen, as the human race falls victim to our own self destruction
We gotta change the way we live cause it's the same fucked up world that I'll be leaving to my kids, man
How the fuck am I supposed to raise a family here, man?
How can I leave what we got, give it to my kids like... crazy
Sometimes it's nothin' but bad people, nothin' but bad things goin' on, ah?
Fuck... What can I do, you know? What can I do?
We gotta make a change, it's our duty we're raping the planet of it's resources and beauty
Gangs kill each other on American soil, while we destroy entire ecosystems drilling for oil
I know times change, the shit evolves, but I remember forests and now the mini malls
Mother Earth been givin' us a warnin', what happens when the ice caps melt from global warmin'?
Some of the most majestic creatures on this planet, are hunted till the point the population's nearly vanished
Gunned down for recreational activity, and now can only be found at zoos and captivity
We've just become too technologically advanced, at this rate the earth never stood a chance
The Mayans say our time is almost done, so if 2012 is true I guess we had a good run right?
Yeah
2012 man, it's coming
Whatever your opinion is... we fucked
We got oil spillin' on the Gulf Coast
Deforestation in South America man, read about it man, fuck
I'm not trying to seem to pessimistic, but if things don't change, that outcome is realistic
And everyone should be aware of all this shit, as the world spins on it's axis like a kick flip
They say I poorly influence all of this kids cause honestly they shouldn't idolize the crazy way I live
But I don't want 'em making the same mistakes I did that will lead 'em to a life full of nothin' but shit
Cause it's not cool to pop mad pills and act crazy
But I got my own demons, my own Slim Shady, that alter ego always up to nothing but trouble
But I left all that behind me when I stepped out of the rumble
And try to get my life together followin' this rap shit
When I say it's all I got, I mean it, that's it
It's the way nobody stoppin' me from makin' it,
And if it's not given to me, then I'm takin' it
I'm here baby
You know, I'm always on my party shit
La la la, Off the chain
I'm an intelligent person, I know what's good
Go out, read the newspaper, see what's goin' on around you man
Aw shit
Uh, uh
Yeah
I am not Simba, I am Mufasa
Roar so loud that it shakes the casa
Blowin’ more lines than Vinny Chase and Sasha Grey
A lot to say with penne a la vodka
Woof, woof
On my plate to eat it then I
Woof, woof
Spit like a bulimic
Raw bile on a track but you better believe it
Webby half robot call me General Grievous
Tryina be a millionaire, steppin’ to Regis
Killin’ competitors I’ll leave ya skeleton deep six
Go too hard you can tell when the beat hits
I write a whole page while you pencil a prefix
Woof, woof
No jokin’ homie
(Cough) I gotta quit smoking bogeys
Real hip hop, never quote the phonies
USDA checked what you wrote’s baloney
Spaz on the track and show ‘em what I’ma do
I’m a certified dude from my fitted to my shoes
Makin’ kissy faces at bitches like Pepe Le Pew
Tryina get ‘em from the bar to my fuckin’ bedroom
Asshole rap I’m a douchebag still
Drinkin’ like a pirate Bootstrap Bill
Brain f*cked up on these two fat pills
If I don’t got ‘em I know a dude that will
I’m nice and I will never lose that skill
Spit truth you never head a dude that real
When I woof woof like a fuckin’ dragon
Make love to a beat need a bunch of Magnums
Step to the rappin’ call it a stand off
These Frodo Baggins ain’t fuckin’ with Gandalf
Pitbull rap, I’ma bite your hand off
She was your girlfriend now she takin’ her pants off
Uh, uh, then I stuck it in her
So damn hard that she’s fuckin’ injured
Skin tone white like I’m stuck in winter
Body covered in ink like I fucked a printer
Ya better step go find a stairwell
Turbulence incoming hittin’ an air swell
Tell my haters farewell
Cause them beating me
That’s like seein’ Pauly D without hair gel
Stay up in the booth like Snooki when she’s tanning
F*ck J Woww right here where I’m standing
Guidos getting famous when I’m on the grind and makin’ hits
I lift my shirt and show ‘em what the situation is
Let me take it down a notch
For real
I think a blood vessel just popped
But I’ma do it ‘til my heart stops
Load a sniper rifle baby take your best shot
I spit cold as sub-zero
I’m Hendrix, ya’ll just playing Guitar Hero
Who else is givin’ you this many free tapes?
No one
I’m on a roll like a Philly Cheese Steak, ha
Ease off the flow, it’s too dope
Every single quote is going right at your throat
Every single musical note that I wrote
Will have you bobbin your head until your neck broke
I’m the most
Underrated dude up in the circuit
But I’d rather be that than overrated final verdict
Cause I’m nice
I say it all the time so I know you heard it
In my personal opinion, I’m perfect
Now who fuckin’ with Webby
Bubble in the answer if you wanna test me
Get buns every day of the week so let’s see
All I gotta do is send ‘em a poke on FB
It’s me
Another animal up out the cage
Grapple a beat like I was Diamond Dallas Page
Hey! Connecticut’s finally in play
So press the start button and watch me wreak may
Hem on any motherfucker in my way
Just another Jabbawockie to slay
Mayday
I got a lyrical resume and it states
Uh shit, I forgot
I’ve been high for days
I climb the stage
Jump out, crazy as hell
Rep New England like Tom Brady himself
Take a little Weird Al and some Shady as well
Get brains
You should see the way my cranium swells
Oh my god
Is he openly talkin’ about fellatio?
What, you think I came here to talk you f*ckin’ crazy ho?
Hit your knees open your mouth or we can take it slow
Meanin’ you should leave
Sorry babe that’s just the way it go
I’m really running out of breath
I’m like 4 bars away from death
So I’ll give you 2 more just to show you how dope I can rap
And since you prolly missed half the lines I said run it back
Like I said run it back
Uh, uh
Like I said run it back
Uh, uh
Like I said run it back
[Intro]
Welcome, welcome!
I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory
I'll be your host for the evening
Chris Webby if you didn't already know
Step right in, let me show you around real quick
Let's cook some shit up
(Cough)
Yeah!
[Verse 1]
It's that verbal visionary, criminally literary
Spit it clever, bitch it's Webster
You could check me on the dictionary under author credits
I'm the author, get it?
Mind sharper than a cutless that I'll saw your head with
So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice
Shaved his fucking combover off his head and made my exit
They can't see me, cause me see dyslexic
Cooking acid tablets on my omelet during breakfast
Three moves in Tetris? Nah but I got a triple stack
I'm talking E. pills until I can't remember jack, shit
Rolling with aliens like Men In Black
Repping for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that
I'm a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw
Roll a J of Sour D, get twisted like a crazy straw
I'm a motherfucking beast off the leash
Until the obituary say that Webby is deceased
Killer beats, call a priest, they can't censor me
Cause if they try, the whole fucking song will be a bleep
I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco
Rolling on these bitches with better stash than Rondo
Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco
Running people over like it's grand theft auto
CT to Cabo, I'm killing them with hot flow
Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy
[Interlude]
So you see, here in Webby's lab
I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples
Some industry beats
All cooked together with a nice topping of Dope lyrics
Oh yeah and it's free, courtesy of Datpiff
And myself of course
The album is coming soon, so buy that
But until then, enjoy
[Verse 2]
Yeah! It's that wacky underrated rapping caucasian
I'm not in it for the fame and the money, but shit I'll take em
I've been waiting here patiently while others got big
Now I'm like "Pick me coach, I'll slaughter these kids!"
I'm so hungry you can hear my fucking stomach through my ribs
Calling dibs on a title, let me show them what it is
I'm wrecking tracks, doing shows, and getting cash, huh
I'm triple x, way too big for any freshman class
It's in my repertoire, every single bar is hard
Spitting fire like I'm the human version of Charizard
A Super Smash Brother make that money stack brother
Stick my dick in instrumentals 'til I'm on my last rubber
Motherfucker, what? Long as I can bust a nut
All over a track and then I'm bouncing with a couple sluts
Not to be derogatory, but you need to drop a shorty
Take them panties off, I'm in that ass like a suppository
Pop a '40 and chug until I'm puking all over the rug
Never sober, rolling the bud
Master with the multi-syllable raps
No one's iller in fact, with a precision Reggie Miller would back, huh
I'm just a Looney Toon, way more rude than you
And if you don't like what I'm doing, sue me dude
I haven't ever and I'll never give an f-word
Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter
[Outro]
So boys and girls
6 mixtapes deep and I still haven't lost my touch as you can see
You know, I just really want to say thank you
To everyone who has supported me thus far
I feel like it's really time to take this shit over
Ninja Swag, bitches!
So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory
Yeah, check it.
It's my life.
It's my life.
I can't go every day with being sober.
It gets kind of hard trying to cope
With this devil on my shoulder.
(Belbian?) some soda
Like well I'm getting closer
To either heaven or hell
Every second I get older.
Till I'm dead or in a coma,
I'm a live life like
Well,
It ain't over till it's over
You're supposed to live every day
Like it was your last.
But that and itself is a really hard concept
For me to grasp.
'Cause if this was my last 24
I'd probably spend at least 3 or 4
Praying to God for 20 more.
I'm lookin' in the mirror
At the man in front of me,
Like I know everybody goes
But I'm 23.
That's why I come off as wreckless
Respect it
I'm getting my moneys worth every second.
I'm less than perfect,
But so are you.
So who are you to judge me?
I don't judge you.
Yeah.
(I'm not sober all the time
And you bring me down,
At least you try.
But do we see this side
Till I
I don't want you.)
[x2]
What's life?
Fuck life.
Yo I'm telling you what.
I'm a nineteen year old
Rebellious fuck.
Living each day like the next I might not wake up.
That's why I always stay puffin' a blunt
With a full cup.
Poppin' pills out the bottle
Till it's hollow.
I'm going to hell
And y'all are more than welcome to follow.
And if I'm not here tomorrow
Light an L in my memory.
Pour out some hennessy.
Fuck it,
Just remember me.
Gotta know I made a mark
On the short time I'm on Earth,
Since birth,
I've been spittin' it
Proving my fucking worth.
And for what?
I try to give a fuck
But I can't
Cause it sucks to be me
But I am who I am
And I am just a man
Who will stand with his hands
In front of him;
Just waiting for some shit to hit the fan
And I cannot stop.
Music fuels my every movement
And drug abusing helps bring creativity to my music.
I may not be into a reality
But my music is sick
And I'm so high
That I defy gravity.
So fuck being sober,
Live life and enjoy it.
Yeah, 'cause soon enough the ride will be over.
(I'm not sober all the time
And you bring me down,
At least you try.
But do we see this side
Till I
I don't want you.)
Yeah
See, listen up girl,
You're looking good all but
I gotta make my money
I gotta have priorities you know
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you
But is money to be made and I'm really tryin to get it
So baby what I need you to do
Hook:
Bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
I got no fucking time you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
You see I'm out here on the grind you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Yeah bitch I know you fine but you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah
There's a woman that I love and she gave birth to me in 88
It's time from all these bitches all come second to the paper chase
Not to sound conceited but I work my fucking asshole
For be a dumb motherfucker river let the women
Take away from the stack and all of my cash out
That's all, in the story you're good or bad
And all we're making money is mandatory
So salute the canting when I come through, when I rack the rapping
Got money on my mind it's time to make it happen
Aside from me attraction you ain't shit but the distraction
So just seat there and relax while I work on bringin this cashin
Now that I got the taste of it, I just can't stay away from it
They made me selling out this is me I'ma make em paper shit
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you, like you
But this money to be made and I'm really tryin to get it
So baby what I need you to do
Hook:
Bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
I got no fucking time you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
You see I'm out here on the grind you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Yeah bitch I know you fine but you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah
I need this second, yeah we could work it out
Wait a minute, get it girl give me some time
I'm bout my money on the grind 25 A spring
Summer winners snow nice sunny on
I just need you to be my ride of that
You know what I'm going getting money is the alibi
Maybe when I hit a hundred mili I'll be satisfied
To it... gotta keep it rolling get your camera time
Hard that gotta hit the road jack
Why you're acting crazy think you need some rose
I know how to hold Zack, and I know I leave em alone so
You should know who the star girl it's your...
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you like you
But this money to be made and I'm really tryin to get it
So baby what I need you to do
[Hook:]
Now ask the world keep revolving and the plan is keep rotating
Got my eyes on the prize and if our only suckers hatin
I'm posted in the lab man I'm putting in the time
If I'm tryin get the tickets so our stack to get the shine
It's people on the sidelines, waiting for a chance
To be here in starting line with the rock up in their hands
All I needed was a shot, but nobody up a game
So I got tired awaiting on it and with one
Now I'm in the game fuck the fortune and the pain
Don't get caught up in the pleasant lights and banners switch your name
It's all get today and it's all gone tomorrow
And I'm glad you've made it rainin wont' let you come back and borrow
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you like you
But this money to be made and I'm really tryin to get it
So baby what I need you to do
[Verse 1:]
I'm a punch line professional, far from conventional
Always make a point like what comes right before a decimal
I never ate my vegetables, skipped outta pre school
Spit molten lava, ain't a second I could be cool
I'm nasty, so come right at me
I am, fresh to death shit I'm great like Gatsby
My voice stays raspy but ladies like it
They always jock my swagger and tell me that I'm the nicest
I'm righteous, so who fucking with Webster
Stay bangin' out tracks in the lab like Dexter
I'm clever, ever-y day under pressure
Bow down to king Mathers, but I am his successor
An MC like Escher, fresh, flyer than feathers
Rollin' up the trees and light up like a projector
I'm better, bitch trust me
I'm Super Mario with a star cause' y'all can't touch me
[Chorus:]
You could never be the man that I be
Never go to war with a dude like me
You'd be barking up the wrong tree
Trust me
You could never do that things that I do
You could never spit the words that I spew
You could never stand to walk in my shoes
Trust me
[Verse 2:]
You'd be barking up the wrong tree, barking at the wrong dog
Power walking around you mother fuckers in full jog
I go hard, shit I'm oh so sick
I'm loco bitch, eat rappers like Coco Crisp
And get it jumping like a pogo stick, nobody next to this
I been rapping since Sonic was running on Sega Genesis
So I'll throw Knuckles like his nemesis, now who could step to this
I'm so fly I got a leg up on Pegasus
Put together sentences, verses to the chorus'
On the underground like bones of Stegosaurus'
My kicks harder than Chuck Norris'
One roundhouse will knock you all the way to places that your foreign with
I'm rolling with at least 3 Ninjas, call me Colt
But bitches call me the carpenter, I screw nut and bolt
I won't just give up, and don't just back down
And don't give two fucks, you know all that now
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm a mother fucking ani-mal, scrodem full of cannonballs
Playing drinking games till I hardly even stand at all
I bite bitches like Trueblood this dude's rough
Brain screwed up, from too much drugs
I never grew up
Drinking till I threw up, throw up, vomit
Barf on the game you bitches don't really want it
Sorry homeboy but do not interrupt me
I'm better at rapping than you, bitch just trust me
Baby I'm a trouble maker
Tell ya baby I'm a trouble maker
La da da da da da da da
[Chorus:]
Baby I'm a trouble maker
That's just always how it's been, I'm a be one till the end
'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker
And that's just how I do, I don't listen to the rules
'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker
Not givin' one fuck with my middle fingers up
'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker
And that's just how it is, that's just how it is
[Verse 1:]
Causin' trouble's in my DNA, part of me
Pardon me, rebellion runs deep in every artery
Hardly containable, aimin' like archery
With more screws loose than poor carpentry
My armor be, heavier than Lancelot
All I need's a gram of pot
And I will cause a ruckus that you couldn't even stand to watch (I'm a trouble maker)
'Cause I just have complete lack of discipline
Beat up any citizen who steps within an inch of him (yeah, yeah)
Me like Leif Ericson, steal, plunderin', pillagin' every village
I'm a villain like Cruella Deville and them (whoo)
On so much Ritalin, my mind's lost at see like Gilligan
Then step back to reality, pop another pill again
Wow, I'm just continually killin' them
'Cause I'm nothin' but trouble or any one of it's synonyms (Da da da da)
And yeah I know that I'm a cocky fuck
But I'll be wreaking havoc till they lock me up
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
You see it started at detention then it moved into suspension
Then expulsion and arrest with a possible jail sentence (yeah, yeah yeah)
But I flow hot, body tight, harder than a robot
Port to starboard, I'm a make the fuckin' boat rock (Da da da da)
I inhaled a whole crop since I started to smoke pot
Got my brain baked on the stove top ('Cause I'm a trouble maker)
I spit sick, I'm speakin' the flu
Helen Keller couldn't see me and neither can you
I'm a trouble maker, you don't gotta tell me I'm wild
I step in and every drug dog can smell me for miles (yeah)
I'm an intelligent child, deep down I'm not bad bro
But trouble's always followin' me, somethin' like a shadow
So I chose to rap yo, causin' a fiasco
Hotter than Tabasco or burning tobacco
Start learning the facts yo, I am on my hustle
Girls look me up and down and say I look like trouble
'Cause you know I'm spittin' heat every time I hit the beat
'Cause I am a monster every day I trick or treat
'Cause you know I'm spittin' heat every time I hit the beat
'Cause I am a monster every day I trick or treat
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I just run raps trust me, been there done that
I don't make the guns clap, but sharper than a thumbtack
What's that? Homie outta private school rhyming fools
Under the table, since the cradle I've been tryin' to
Kill it with this rhymin' shit
Hit em' with a flyin' fist, one punch take 'em off their feet like a podiatrist
I am sick, you're just a giant vagina, try me bitch
I'll lead you to the lion's den, then tell you what time it is
No one is as fly as this, I just grab the mic n' spit
Fuck dumb rappers I'm a rocket scientist
Flowin' since sixth grade, you know I'm on it now shit
I am a monster, my crib is a haunted house
Rollin' with goblins, ghouls and vampires
Me and Frankenstein lightin' it up like campfires
Puttin in work, I'm a monster till the dirt
Livin' every single day like October 31st
[Chorus:]
So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
All day runnin' up and down your street bitch
So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
'Cause I'm a monster boy, trick or treat bitch
So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
All day runnin' up and down your street bitch
So trick or treat bitch, trick or treat bitch
'Cause I'm a monster boy, trick or treat bitch
[Verse 2: Tim Gallo]
I find a bitch and I be in the sack for hours
'Cause I fuck like I got supernatural powers
So if I'm a get the cheeks, they gon' get dick
'Cause I always get treats and I ain't never get tricked
When they put on the beat they say I'm a different guy
Like I dropped Doc Jekyll and switched to Mr. Hyde
Said I'm a monster like the spawn of Satan
Strong arm the leprechaun and get it on with Jason
I'm a ghoulish muthafucka, what I need with a goblin
Trip shrooms on witches' brooms, stash weed in a cauldron
Till I bleed in a coffin precede it with caution
Because you need to get off 'em
And so often, bring taste to mixtapes
Spit fire at Mike Myers, I'm flyer than ring wraiths
So fuck bein' a monster, I'm a Monstar
Trick or treat, I'm the reason you're afraid of the dark
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I'm the white boy wonder, drinking age under
Number one stunner who's as cool as a cucumber
Thunder, lightnin', mythological titan
With fire in his eyes and a bite like Tyson
Bark of a werewolf leave your ass frightened
With mics I ignite the site big as a bison
Anyone'll fight in my squad
Find me on monster.com not lookin' for a job
Put out hits like I was workin' for the mob
With a bottle in my hand and a tendency to rob
Like zombie, watch me I'm a kamikaze
Monster hard body since I learned to use a potty
I'm naughty by nature, darker than Darth Vader
A saber-toothed tiger, bye see ya later
Van Helsing couldn't even fuck with me
I'm a monster with the ink so fuck Disney
Yeah, ya know
It's Chris Webby, uh (brim low)
[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
[Verse 1:]
I keep my brim low, nobody's seein' me
I got a dutch rolled full of that greenery
Hoppin' out the scenery and spittin' the best
So hot you'll melt like the wicked witch of the west, yes
And now we rollin' up a fat one
Joint papers up in the wallet I always have one
Keef on the bowl pack, we gettin' high now
Brim low, pull the fitted to my eyebrows
Draggin' on a dutchie, I'm in my own zone
O-Z of Sour D and that homegrown
I don't fuck with no middies, just that headies
Twist it in a blizzie, now we gettin' dizzy
Crack open a fourty
Then roll yourself another we gon' party till the mornin'
That's how we get it goin'
Chris Webby number one supporter of that THC
My veins run green from all this weed
I'm so damn high I can barely even see
But I'm still burnin', take another pull
Wash down an Adderall with a Red Bull
Now I got my energy and I'm still blasted
Marijuana makes life so fantastic
It's more than a habit, it is an addiction
Can't imagine one day when I'm not twistin'
Brain moves slow, but I don't care
Everything blunt's worth it, nothing else compares
Mary Jane you are my baby, I'll take you as my lady
Until you take that last brain cell and I go crazy
Everything I been through, ain't know what to do
My first resort was turnin' to you, and now I'm burnin' with you
Go n' roll them windows up, now puff puff pass that lovely dutch
[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
Keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low low low low low)
[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
[Verse 1:]
I'm a beast on the mic
When I speak, when I write
Speak to the sight, OZ and a pike
I don't give a fuck that my jeans so tight,
Don't worry bout me go live your life
Just too nice, rock it I'll
No auto tune, just lots of skill
Crazy so says dr. phil
Rollin up and pop a pill
Do what I do
And I rep for the 2 to the 0 to the 3
I got it dude
Never hold back with the words I spew
Through my mouth aimed right at you
Through and through I'm that
You don't wanna try that
Can't see me like ya own eyelash
Snap on em like a venus fly trap
I'm back, best in the burbs
Kill the track with the excellent words
That I got in my brain, when I drop it insane
Top of the game, live and learn
Always drop the hottest
Cause you know that webby got it
Bein dope isn't a question
It's a fuckin pinky promise
I'm crazy, nothin but straight jackets in my closet
Roofy in myself with Zachary galifinakis
Higher than a rocket orbiting the rings of Jupiter
I'm the psychopathic illegitimate son of Lucifer
[Verse 2:]
Kill anything that I go and do
Come at me once and your dead
In the afterlife you'll be 0 and 2
It's fantasy to imagine me in a sober mood
Winnings what I chose to do
And I did and now it's game over dude
I'm the next white boy just to let you know
I grab a hold of the beat and I never let it go
That's why they buyin a ticket to come to webby's show
So grab a tampax, I got a heavy flow
Do what I does, always buzzed
Then say that I don't do drugs
Never been a day that I gave a fuck
So shut your mouth and tape it up
Rollin in with vitamins, vicadin, liquid nitrogen
So much fuckin weed that I'll prolly forget my lines again
Uhh, fuck, what was I getting at
I've lost my mind I'm surprised I still have my head attached
I get my razor in hand and you know I shred a track
[Intro]
Yeah, Webby
Freeway, yeah!
Block to the Burbs, man
If you nice, you nice
End of story
[Verse 1 - Webby]
You see I'm reaping for the burbs, still I'm murdering verses
With Connecticut inserted in ink on my epidermis
Written in my skin later, with rhyming I've been greater
Writing lyrics on a piece of paper since a sixth grader
With my CD disc player, playing loud up in the Sony phones
With a style of the flowin' that I call my own
CT's what I call my home and I'm never leaving you
Put us on the map is what I need to do
And even through the hate and the criticism I take it and listen
But all you fakers are breakin' the way I rape 'em with lyricism
I stay with the clearest rhythm regardless of burb spot
Burbs to the blocks if you spittin' a verse hot
And that's all that matters, you either got it or not
Regardless of where you grew up, there with your mom and your pops
See I'm in it to the finish, never plottin' to stop
Rhyming heat, pilot seat, kamikaze the spot
Man you dope, or you probably not
I could body the block with nothing but a sixteen on the top
I'm like Tony Soprano when I rip it I bust flow in a suburban commando
And I'm bigger than Hulk Hogan
Check it I'm wrecking every consecutive second
In from Philly back to the 2-03 that's what we representing'
I've been destined to make it, and I won't stop 'til I get it
And now it's Freezer and Webby, two different worlds are connected
[Hook - Freeway]
Ride to the 'burbs, take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
Man, they hatin' when we visit, come around they girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
From the burbs to the block take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
When we visit try to keep us from around your girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
[Verse 2 - Freeway]
One, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the burbs every one of you people heard of Free-
Way, if it y'all that ain't heard of me
House old one, in '06 no burglary
Survived the rock split, continued to drop hits
These rappers continue to bite my shit, commit purgory
Outer space bar treats are still spitting mercury
Flow is from outta this planet, women from Venus
Men are from whatever planet they think with they penis
Eat? bars? for me when they land it
'Nother panic, hit up Webby tell him, "Ready to canvas"
World trotter, I'm in Africa be back by the evening
Don't sweat it I will be there on behalf of the Beamer
Plus the Delta Sky team while I insist that I'm repping
When I fly that's who I fly with, I'm a diamond?
Any weather, I can? I'm on a jet? jetted
Back home they call me Chester, cause I get the cheddar
Yeah I get to the geen, I got my shit together
It's a national hustler, I still? rocks in the united states
Still bobblin' mecca, from the burbs to the ghetto
Word to the wise, never lie in your rap songs, learn from Geppetto
Pinnocchio, tell lies and your nose grow
Me and Webby ride, get cheddy 'til we old folks
[Hook]
[Outro]
From the Burbs to the Block
Yup, I'm back
Round two muthafucka
Chris Webby
Yo it's the teenage mutant ninja rapper you don't wanna' start bro
The combination of Donatello and Leonardo
Michelangelo and Raph rolled into one
With the knowledge of Master Splinter so Shredder is done (Finish him)
Coppin' pizza by the box
I'm the creature on the block, no beatin' what I got (nah)
And I'm heatin' up the spot
The way I rip it on the mic even Jesus gotta watch (ha)
Reachin' to the top, battlin' the villains
And a court case 'cause they tryna' send me to prison
I'm the illest white dude that ya never heard (what)
I'm the shit, for lack of a better word (uh)
I'm a dog like a boxer or a pug
'Bout to make a splash in the game, got water in the tub
And I thought you were a thug
But then they scared to battle me 'cause I could squash 'em like a bug (ha)
Mixin' 5-hour energy with Hennessy
Mind's so fucked up I can't even remember me (uhh)
Spit it dope with rhyme, homie I am so defined
Rollin' up more joints than a cobra spine
I am the master of the metaphors
Rip it from Connecticut, Australia to Equador
Settle scores easy, I do not try
I just put one in the air like carbon dioxide (yeah word)
I'm Popeye after digestin' a can of spinach
I'm handlin' business, say more in a sec than you can in a minute (damn)
Animalistic, you cannot attack this
One punch make 'em backflip the fuck off the atlas
I'm a Tempur-Pedic mattress I'll leave an impression
Danny Glover with the lethalest weapon (bang, bang)
Come back and I gots'ta get it
Joints rolled so big you think a Rasta did it
Sippin' on some Jell-O shots with some vodka in it
Known for notoriety, I'm Big Papa with it (oh)
So now listen up to ya boy
Yea, webby I'm back an I ain't goin nowhere count on that lets go
Still I'm off the chain webby need a leash I'm consistently givin shit that's cleaver n unique if you don't think I'm reckin every second that you sleep you basically played yourself like puff an get him to the greek now when I be spittin ppl acually listen cuz webby be rippin with grammatical precision adverbs an adjectives kickin all these damn vowels constanints till my enemy sweat his a hands howl sham wow salesmen beatin up you bitches cookin up a classic with this heat without a kitchen I'm original genius bring out a proportion an got your girls legs spread wider then air Jordan I'm ballin every single syllable I said is clear ridin in the Camelot stick it in the gwenovear kind aurthor flow on top like the northern hemisphere murder in the verse I guess that I gotta end it here
[Chorus]
Webbys on the flow hittin down low they already know it's about to go down bout to go down bout to go down bout to go down down down down an when I get signed on that dotted line they already know it's about to go down they already know they already know they already know they already know they already know it's about to go down
Verse two if your a mic then Imma merk you any problem I got I grin an bear an work thru so stop sleepin ill give you a later curfew not feelin it then you musta took a perk dude cuz I got everybody turnin up they volume cuz its about to go down like a log flume I live the life now rappin is my fricken job roll wit more bitches then racin the iditorid get it cuz girl dogs are called bitches the iditorids a dog race now keep up wit it if you cant follow my lyrics motherfucker just dance cuz my lines above your head like a red woods branch rhyming wit the best flyer then the rest steve corelian an the men men I put a trident to your chest I'm new school in the flesh n they already know they already know that webbys up next
[Chorus]
I'm rollin wit an OZ pocket always full of green Logan wit his dog tags on I'm fuckin wolverine slicing up my competition wit the adementium aiming for a title that never had a champion stay poppin ambient put me to sleep cuz with the adirol shit ill be up for a week fuck it I'm done the hottest dude under the sun my ninja's outnumbered haters by 100-1 shoutout to mac miller MGK wax and erbal T any white boy you can actually go hard its ok wit me I rep Connecticut exactly where I say I be an I got apathies blessin so imam stay ya see keep hatin on me you'll see the tables turn cuz Imma motherfuckin animal lamins term Imma scychopathic off-spring satins sperm so walk in front of me an will see just the way you burn
[Chorus: x2]
We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been 'round the fire
In fancy hotels
Drink water from farm wells
Uh, I'm stepping in this game and paying dues
Building a reputation now we making major moves
And now it's moving, how it's moving anyway I choose
And I've been working way too hard to just not make it through
You talk about me, prepare for what I say to you
Cause I'm a man and I will stand by what I say and do
There's a lot of ups and downs within this game of life
For every hater there's a girl that wants to stay the night
And now I got myself a taste of the fame,
I'm addicted I've got nothing else to chase
I kill it on the stage but still I miss the days
Of chilling in the crowd like a normal kid my age
But still I got this paper and still I got my pencil
And the craziest part is I haven't hit my full potential
The life I live is stressful, everyday suspenseful
Grinding every minute of my life to be successful
[Chorus:]
We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been round the fire
In fancy hotels
Drink water from farm wells
Uh, I'm trying to make it with my sanity
Moving from the underground roots up to the canopy
Do it how I do it I just hope they understanding me
Trying to make it right with every member of my family
I know I was the mess up but now Chris stepped up
And took hold of what I always wanted from the setup
Now when people mention me they saying I'm the next up
It's been a long time since that A.D.D. checkup
The underclassman's graduated, top of the class
Now when I walk around town people nod when they pass
I'm just a kid who messed his life up and put it back together
A kid who hit the bottom and came back stronger than ever
I've been jerked around, stolen from, told I would fail
But now the numbers going up on every check in the mail
And if they not feeling it, I'll spit it in braille
Hating on me gets you nowhere, keep on chasing your tail (B*tch)
[Chorus: x2]
We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been round the fire
And fancy hotels
Drink water from farm wells
You think the life I live is wonderful
Let me give you the flip-side
Try to go with the flow and get caught up in the riptide
Everyday it's studio or driving to a show
And no I'm not complaining I'm just letting people know
There's a lot of hard work that goes right into the grind
Especially without being signed and working overtime
Now every time I meet a girl there is a difference
Cause all they want is Webby without even meeting Christian
They just want to f*ck, maybe roll a l
And go back in the morning with a story to tell
And though it sounds great, the side of it you don't see
Is at the end of the day you're still lonely.
The fans show me love and I love my ninjas back
They hold me down and I'm forever thankful of that
And no I won't let you down you got my word on that
Cause I'm here for good, the Best In The Burbs is back
[Chorus: x2]
We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been 'round the fire
In fancy hotels
[Sample: Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova - If You Want Me]
Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can't tell dreams from truth
For it's been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore
Yeah, is that really you success
I know you're close...
But I haven't seen you in so fucking long man, you know
I'm a find you though, I'm gonna find you
Yeah, success, is that you around the corner
I've been on your trail, now they say it warmer warmer
It's been a long time since I seen you too
Probably since my last wrestling match in high-school
And after that you left me, packed up and bounce with lady luck
Then shit got messy, grades started slippin' and the drugs kicked in
E pills, coke, percs, colanapins
Either high or in a bad mood, pissed off teenager covered in tattoos
Grade A fuck-up, simple as that
I'm surprised my two parents didn't turn their back
But they never gave up on me, I love 'em for that
And I promise I'm a pay it all back with these raps
I know my bail was high but mom and dad I'm a pay back
Every penny or I'll try, let it rot
[Sample: Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova - If You Want Me]
Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can't tell dreams from truth
For it's been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore
Yeah, success, is that you?
People tell me that you're nearby and I'm hopin' that it's true
Cause lately you haven't made an appearance in my life
Just a spot at the bottom and a lot of long nights
Court fees, shity jobs, bad luck, drug problems
Or have a non-religious kid looking to God
Swear to God I been through a lot of shit on this path
I'm not here to brag about it but no one can change the past
I put together raps tryna make myself a stag with it
I've put my heart, soul, everything I had in this
Slice my wrists and I bleed for this rappin' shit
How could you motherfuckers say I'm not passionate?
This is all I've ever loved, do it till the death of me
Proven that I'm worthy, I don't care what they expect from me
And I'll do it till there's not a breath left in me
Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Ah, tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Yeah
So many people tell me success was up for the taking
But I can't tell if it's real or in my imagination
Spitted so sick that I need a vaccination
But I'm still underrated as fuck
Any occasion that I had to rise to, I did
But they still consider me a gimmick strictly just because of where I live
Dope when I rap I flow, it's my path to blow
This ain't the motherfuckin' white rapper show
Sharpin' skills like katanas in the arms of a ninja
Pure bred with the heart of a winner
Put my all in this shit, if I fall or I trip
I'm just gettin' back up, never callin' it quits
So hard when I spit, you need armor for this
Dusk till dawn till I'm gone I'm a spit
Do it till I got nothin' left
Word to my very last breath I'm a find my success
I'm a Super Villian where the fucks Kick ass?
One kick to the chest will give em whiplash
Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up
Twist a Bamboo, cause bein sober sucks
I'm the dopest young buck with this rap shit
Crazy motha fucker in need of a strait jacket
Rap it, grab the track and face bash it
Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket
Ha, cause you know I leave em hurt son
On the Grassy Knoll. sniper rifle nerf gun
You ain't ready for the crazy shit that Chris will pull
Fuckin despicable, leavin every hater miserable
Kicked back, so come on and distract
I hit em so hard they can't help it but sit back
I spit raps amazing
They flip the fuck out like Liam Neeson
When his daughter was kidnapped and taken
[Chorus]
I'm mentally insane
On more cocaine than Rick James
Chuggin doober while I be drivin and switch lanes
This kids brains suffer psychosis
Runnin into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roast clip
The dope shit, that roll, and smoke shit
Hotter then bein on the equator with a code zip
Get your boat flipped
I leave em capsized
They smell the chronic in the air when I pass by
I give em bad vibes
But you know I flow butter
DC, Boston the stone cold stoner
I took a shovel out and I buried The Undertaker
Drop the scissors and attack rocks with paper
Lord Vader mixed with a little Darth Maul
Pedal to the medal til the fuckin car stalls
Adderall, Ritalin, LSD
I'm meet you up in Webby's world
Yo, Follow me!
[Chorus]
I always got one eye open like a coked up Cyclops
No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops
Kill a beat when I grab the mic, watch
Connect more dots than a bag of dice got
The Raps I drop get flipped like IHOP
Throw more kicks the nukes I bought cause I rock
Make time stop like the Prince of Persia
Wanted in 47 states lyrical murder
So believe the shit, I plead the fifth
After a four speed of bulimic chicks Swedish fish
I'm an evil prick
With some diesel pits
Slaughter any competition that I'm beefin' with
Beatin Chris? Nah, not likely
I whoop my own ass with a tire iron now come fight me
Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin
Givin Satan himself this free promotion
Ea, it's Chris Webby. Yup, CT where you at?
Check, y'all mother fuckers can hate all the fuck you want.
You can't stop me from shinin'. Ha. Yea.
[Verse 1:]
You can't stop my shinin', drop fly rhymin'
And all day for love of hip hop I'm grindin'
Grindin' grindin', make sparks and blind em
Now throw that beat in like it was said so by Simon
I'm in, tougher than a double black diamond
Hofstra's Mufasa, watch out for the lion
I'm just a dog like Bryan, Griffin
Try and, listen I am, Christian
Graduated out of a prepped out academy
Leapt out, instead of a step out done gradually
That'll be the day I always used to think
Back having braces and only juice to drink
My mom's a math teacher my dad plays guitar
My dog's a Bichon, so I can't act hard
Only child in the bunch, I been told I'll go mad far
Fifth grade I said, "Mom I wanna be a rap star! "
And the whole family was taken aback
Embracing rap? Is he seriously taking the path
After a few years of practice I just played em a track
And now their all dead convinced I'll be famous in fact, cause
[Chorus x2: Samantha Davies]
Cause you could try to stop me shinin'
Or try to hold me down
But I'm a have to keep on grindin'
[Verse 2:]
Every single day I shine bitch, rhyme sick
I spit, till I can't breathe some one give me the Heimlich
My waves are seismic, got fly chicks on my dick
As time ticks, I spit it so hot I change climates
Cause I'm just a crazy white boy with mad talent
A Libra believe dog I'm a stay balanced
With a gallon of liquor within my bladder
Get higher than six ladders, and rock shows like Mic Jagger
Badder than anybody that you've ever seen
Rollin' up that ever green, since way before seventeen
Got a clever scheme, and I hit em with track power
Writin' lyrics stayin' up all night like Jack Bauer
I act louder, and way more belligerent
Got that keg on tap till I'm killin' it
Layin' down the rules like a syllabus
Speaking in gibberish
Tearing shit down more than a little bit
Cause I, have the flow and have the rhythm
That's why shit is coming together like magnetism
This cat is spittin', separating fact from fiction
Murdering the crowd with every single rap I've written (I'm nice!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I ain't a thug from the hood but can't stop my shinin'
So shoot me nine times gettin' rich, I'll die tryin'
And then I'll know that you hearin' it
Cause I won't stop till I'm on top like dessert in the food pyramid
Period, I'm clever with with
Cause if Winnie's the Pooh, then Webby's the shit
White boy murders tracks, leave em restin' in peace
(Destiny has a funny way
When it
Comes and takes all your
Cares away.)
Yeah!
(I can't think of a
Single thing
Other than what a beautiful state I'm in.
'Cause the world's still spinnin' round.)
It goes round and round,
It goes round and round,
And it goes...
(Ooooh, I don't feel like coming down.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's up lil mama?
Listen to me.
There's something about you,
Something different to me.
And I know there's plenty of fish in the sea,
It's gigantic.
If you're lookin' for a good time,
I I am it.
It's going down like the damn titanic.
Tan skin,
Lookin' Italian or Hispanic.
Damn it,
So dope,
Dude's can't stand it.
Every guy hitting on her
Walking 'round campus.
Book bag over the shoulder,
Fresh Nikes.
Step to the girl,
'Cause I heard that she like me.
She started smiling,
I ain't even gotta ask her why.
I just said I'm Webby,
You might know me as that rapper guy.
But you're fly,
Whatcha doin' tonight?
Oh, you're going to Jeff's party?
Word, alright.
She wrote her number down
On a little piece of paper.
And I was like,
No doubt,
I'm a catch you later.
Went home,
Took a shower,
Layed down to rest.
Woke up,
Threw a fitted on,
Super fresh.
9 o'clock rolled around,
Hit mammi with a text.
She said she was pregaming,
And to meet her at Jeffs.
So I cop a couple forties
And went over to Lavodi's.
Drank with the OC
And began to blow trees.
Only had a 10 spot,
5 for a cup
And 5 to throw down on someone else's dutch.
Hopped in the whip
And rolled right on over.
Someone else driving
'Cause neither one of us sober.
Rolled up to the spot
Then walked to the backyard,
Mad chicks,
Yo this shit was poppin'.
A whole lot of girls,
Many different options.
But I saw the chick from before
And I locked in.
Hit the keg
And filled myself a cup,
And then I put my brim low
And went to say what's up.
We talked for a little bit,
Joked around.
I could tell that in a little
It was goin' down.
I could see it in her eyes,
She could see it in mine.
I gave her my ten cents,
Told her she was a dime.
She grabbed around my waste
Then she looked me in the face
And said,
We should go and find a private place.
And I was like word,
Sounds great to me.
She grabbed my hand,
Don't know where she's takin' me.
(Whatever)
But I don't really care yo,
What can I say?
Give my man Lavodi dap
And was on my way.
She brought me upstairs,
Went into Jeff's room.
Undress quick,
Know we havin' sex soon.
She asked me if I had a condom,
I looked in my wallet like
Yo thank God I got one.
Then we got the bedroom shakin'
Noise so loud
They could hear it in the basement.
What.
(It's in your eyes.
I can tell what you're thinkin'.
My heart is sinkin' too.
It's no surprise.
I don't want you to leave me.
I want to make it with you.
Here's my story, it's sad but true.
Yeah right.
Yeah! You see I love women.
But I can't pick just one,
And like
I'm sure I'll settle down one day.
But I'm young, right?
I'm just trying to have a good time.
Living in the moment and what not.
You could call me a dog,
But everybody else calls me Chris Webby.
Haha, naw mean?
Yeah, yeah.
It's seems like every week
I get some girlie's number
In my phone
Bring her home
Make her scream
Make her yell
Make her moan.
I'm a dog
Always looking for somewhere to put a bone.
On my Entourage shit
Bitches looking like Sloane.
I'm an animal,
Off the chain,
I had to cut loose.
And judging on how you're dressed,
You're tryin to fuck boo.
You'll never hear me uttering about I love you,
I just really want to see them panties
Dropping to your Ugg boots.
It ain't my fault,
Your girlfriend sweats me.
She'll be getting back to you,
Right after she's left me.
And I ain't putting rose petals on your beadsheats.
Romance ain't my thing,
You should've known that when you met me.
Am what I am,
And I'll be it to my death.
Got a thing for brunettes,
With tats,
And big breasts.
So if you at the play
Don't worry,
You'z on deck.
Hate the game,
Not the player, Ma.
And then she make me say...
Whoa oh [repeated]
You see my life's good,
Where it ought to be.
All I gotta do is spit game
And slaughter beats.
And I know you'll probably tell your whole sorority,
Just don't expect my phone to answer
When you're calling me.
I'm a son of a gun,
Check my paternity test.
Always chugging on a 40,
And burning the best.
Unzippering your jeans
While you kiss on my neck.
Oh you're a good girl?
Psh, then it's on to the next.
I like a bad chick,
Just give her the chance.
While I'm trying to figure out
How you fit in those pants.
'Cause I'm partial to any exotic bittie
Looking like Mila Kunis in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
On the road every night
It's unique.
So you right across the party
And I like what I see.
Oh you're daddy's little girl?
Well tonight you a freak.
She grab my hand
And brought me right upstairs
And then she make me say...
Whoa oh [repeated]
(Like we always do)
Now everybody now!
Ha, yeah, it's Chris Webby
Danimal Lector in the mo'fucking building
You know, Connecticut, ha
Webster's lab, bitch
Let's go, yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You now have entered Webby's world, welcome to my habitat
Living like a Jason Statham movie, always action packed
Killin' competitors, cause seein' me lose a battle rap
Just don't happen these days like seein' a Pterodactyl hatch
So give me beats and I'll be runnin' to the lab with that
Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack
Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain't never matchin' that
Roll so fuckin' deep, we know where to get Krabby Patties at
Deeper than the ocean floor, U-571
Larry the cable guy, cause you know I'm 'bout to get her done
Pushin' all your buttons, you would think I had an extra thumb
Chug a fifth of moonshine, chase it with some ketel one
Spit nice with raps to rip mics,
Carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice
I'll keep strivin' for the title until I win right
This is what happens when you feed Gizmo after midnight
A fuckin' Gremlin, ain't nobody stoppin' that
Cleats on my feet and I'm a play em like a soccer match
Slaughter all these copycats, you could never follow that
(Ground control to major com) I'm crazy do you roger that?
[Verse 2: D. Lector]
Eenie meenie miney mo, my winnie in your hiney hole
Hidey hoe labor as I light the drow, psycho flow,
I can go from high to low, low to high man I don't know,
Too hot to touch too cold to hold and right now I'm at 5 below,
On the surface my mind's berserk, and I'm like
Give me a perc and a vibe with a verse to write
Each word too precise, verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife,
And certain it's curtains I'm the best you've heard in your life
Bourbon and Sprite, cause in the burbs we light the herb every night,
Turnin' the mic just warmin' up, so quit your queefin', it's girly
I making a 30 g's it's early walkin' all weekend like Berny,
I used to be weak and nerdy but now I'm Diesel like the typer fuel
Highway to hell but they didn't teach me this in driving school,
You giant tool I'm hittin' the track like Ricky Bobby, listen mommy
If, if you with a pretty body then shit I'll probably take brain,
Cause the kid's a zombie, never did karate
But it's Daniel-san, all I'm missing is Mr. Miyagi.
I'm fucking crazy smelling like a skunk with rabies,
Punching babies, humping ladies, blame my mother cause she made me,
I'm a product of the 80's high as a kite, high on life,
This rap shit is like ridin' a bike
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I'm Mr. Starship Trooper puttin' weed up in the hooka
Hittin' on my friends' moms tryna take me home a cougar
In your dreams like Freddy Kruger with the lyrical maneuvers
You Tube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer
I just live hakuna matata {Swahili phrase for 'no worries'}
I'm kicking it with Puba lightin' Buddha, stayin' flyer than you losers
Stella Luna I'm a dude who got some confidence, scratch that, cockiness
Syllable after syllable out of my esophagus
You don't gotta roger that, but baby I'm a roger this
Motherfuckin' party boy, call me Chris Panius
Bitch I'm just a jackass, higher than a rocket-ship
You chick reverse cowboy's the only one on top of this
She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it
Well, bitch you're sippin greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it.
The way you givin' brain you'll never get yourself a scholarship.
In fact, at this point your fuckin head's probably hollow bitch.
I'm fuckin' nice so all you haters should acknowledge it
Either way, who gives a fuck? I'm makin' me a profit bitch
I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that
Yeah
What's goin in on em knodge
You already know
Yo keep that vaporizer plugged
In though you already know
I'm be back there in a second
I'm sorry mom I had to do it to em
I mean uhhh yeah yo
I'm a hard one to get along
And get on a song
While I'm smokin that godzilla
And battlin king kong
Straddlin lovely women
And doin my thing hard
Eatin rappers on my diet
With a nutragrain bar
Ashor with the same car
Smoke bud out the same jar
And get higher then a fuckin quazar
I am a senior to these rappers
Never a JR and stay rollin like a cart
Though the isles of kmart
Spit it with flava
Don't work but play hard
I'm on my space ship about to invade mars
Any opposition, I'm embarrision
Alergic to wack
So if you steppin to me
I'll need a clariton
Rappin straight heroin
No one can compare to him
Spittin flames like arrogon
Canada to maryland
Brazil to alaska
They know me as a rapper
Stay fly just turned in
My applications to NASA
Roarin like mufasa
Eligible bachelor
Your girls like a slice of
Cheese all up on this cracka
Phenomenal flow bein better
Than webby is non probable
If it's even possible yo
Rockin a show droppin it
My brain moves very slow
Comin around like havin sex on a mary-go
Killin any scenario with my main adam generio
Whos had faith in me since the beginning
So there we go here we go
And I'm back on a beat
And fact I'm a be I'm actually
Gradually growin up, rollin up
A bag of the weed dope as fuck
Hittin em up like kimbo bitch
Swollen nuts hangin down lower
Than a limbo stick
I get it crackin get your
Windows fixed
So try to run I'm a catch em like we
Playin sharks and minnows bitch
Ya'll can't see me like a blind mouse
I'm a bad boy just got off a time out
This is my house you'll get
Beat without a doubt
Cause ya'll are sittin ducks
Like daffy on a couch
I get them punch lines know
What I'm a fuckin bout
Haters need to get them self
Some scissor bitch cut it out
I'm a fuckin grouch no oscar
Music runnin in my veins
Learned it from my father
Hoe don't even I'm back to chokin ya
That's why they scared of web like arachnophobia.
Ha ha
Bitch
And he's back, knowledge
Officially changin my name to
Danimal Lector, body collector
And you are about to get broken
In like a new clutch
Your rocklin with them two fucks
Who killed white noise
Them white boys not the Klu Klux
Don't get it screwed up I'm too tough
Built like a mother fuckin GI joe
Minus the crew cut
Holdin a huge douch swollen
Like it jucied up
I'm dolblin like dude what
I don't pass after two puffs
Two words I never heard "you suck"
Like Labron fadin away with
The J better suit up
I'm reinvented litterally
Listn to the differences
Now I got my green grow
Call me photosynthesis
I wrote a song about it
And it goes something like this
My dicks at the top of your
Chicks christmas list
So bitch let's get it poppin
Like acne, as we
Tag team this rap game tag me
And I'll gladly jump in and swing
For the fences relentless
So if you wanna step bring your
Dentist or catch a death sentence
My work place tramendas and the cronic
Super sonic on some Shawn Kemp shit
I'm a problem matter of fact I'm grimmy
Like mad max I've been a badass since the 90's
Flashback finally people start to recognize
That I'm the shit.com back slash try me
Faggot ass your solved in the add to that tiny
Push your eyes in traps back try and find me
I'm high so don't mind me
Danimal to cosminot lodipop
Shit hits hard I call it Ronnie Lott
Kicks like a karate shot
My dicks like a shotty cock
Ready to bang and your chicks like oh my god he's hot
No shit bitch
Ha ha
Yeah anytime I step I blaze it thoroughly
No one seeing me i need corrective laser surgery
Check my date of birth you see Webby's only 21
Hotter then the summer bitch you know I got it covered son
Get it done when I get up on a beat and I tear it up
Cause all I got in this world is my word and a pair of nuts
Bring em in ill air em out hustling like escebar
With lyrics sharper then the claws retracted in a leopards paw
Check my repretuar cause I been grinding for a minute
Heh, and even the haters admitted I can spit it
This rapping is a sport to me
Break it down importantly
Whiter then a kilo bitch I'm bringing Boston George with me
Rambling answering the hate and spitting gorgeously
cant handle him I'm Aniken
And yes I got the force with me
Torture be have them all asking where the chorus be
Bitch I'm good money and nobody affording me
Playing my cards right whiter then a Marb lite
Voice raspier then christian bale in the dark knight
I got my competition saying our fathers
And every fucking hater running scared like Paul walker
I don't fire deadly shots
Never with a semi cocked
Just light up heavy pot and spit venom call me eddy Brock
Webby drops, whether you ready or not heavy metal or pop
So steadily I'll get to the top
Clever as ever so watch the bass and treble will not
So fucking loud its like getting hit in the head with a rock
I leave em dead or in shock
When I spit I'm a rap rebel
With my size 10 Jordan on the fucking gas pedal
Grab the mic and I go
Aint nobody messing with the rhythm I flow
Need that dough
Tic tac toe
Break motherfuckers like a kit-kat bro
Hit that dro pass that back
Laying low 20 sack
Then I roll it up and hit it till that's ash
Then my drug dealer gonna get a call back back
On a track accurate that's the reason I'm so relaxed when I rap
Cause the facts are the facts and the fact of it is
Next to em nobody spit this rap
Bring it back
Crowd packed
Dog I'm ripping more beats
Carrying the game just like a baby in the storks beak
I'm serving my competition like roddic
I'm doctor robotic it with knuckles in my pocket
Toxic so fucking dirty you should wash it
Got this hot shit Lebron couldn't block it
Spitting it with flavor
Ripping wisdom on the paper
Bitch i get the block popping
Just like tiger was my neighbor
Precision like a laser no one playing with this
Cause this rap second nature like inhaling a spliff
I just throw together words and i rip shit ill
No one ever done like christian will
Spit with skills bitch this real
Brain slow down on proscription pills
Need a deal damn straight make the fucking land shake
Ari go looking for me since he seen the fan base
Youtube numbers up Facebook yeah whats up
All you do is Google me and haters keep they mouth shut
Now what like a deer hunter all about bucks
If your trying to burn with me you'll need at least an ounce plus
Its in my nature i guess
I'm fucking meant for this
Aint no type of censorship equipped for all my sentences
The booth is like my octagon you don't wanna enter this
I'm Anderson silver so step in here your getting leveled quick
Popping stars and ill be raving until I'm sober
I'm not afraid of shit I'm as brave as the little toaster
Cocaine and some baking soda
I'm crack next up to bat
Griffy junior to these losers
No ones fucking with the stats
Pupils fat and got a bag of molly in the pocket
I'm like pikachu shoving a metal fork into a socket
I'm electric stylorectic all these haters try to mock
It but spit so fucking flawless they cant help it but to jock
It son i rock it and now they all blogging about the hotness
Datpiff hot this week with a million comments
The big new thing read about me in the comics
Under high and low its rhyme and potent lyrics better watch it
Now I'm back and i rip it up and spit it so nice
Aint nobody messing with a poltergeist
Skin tone white
Taking flight
So far ahead that I'm out of site
hat I'm down to fight
Rip it on a mic
There never been a night where my pen don't write
There never been a night that i don't rap nice
When I'm on the right weed and rolled up tight
Hold that mic get it in
Who could ever mess with him
Said go get some levaquin
The medicine you get it then
Show them I'm never settling
Fucking paper shredder em
You wanna step your chances are looking extra slim
Grinding every day reaching the top
And I'm only a step away you don't believe me watch
I'm a beast on the mic
There's nobody left to help you
Cause bitch I'm nice
How many times i gotta tell you?
Yea. 203 where you at baby, Hempstead holla! I'm nice.
[Verse 1:]
Yo, I'm a out do you, don't know what I'd do to
You... Bitch I'm cookoo
Only white boy at private school rockin' Fubu
Spitting flames like a dragon homie call me Mushou
Like Yogi leave you with a Boo Boo, from punches and kicks
You'll catch a pummelin' now tell me who fucking with this
I'm runnin' this shit with my troublesome clique
Won't stop till I'm drowning in a puddle of spit
Pussy tends to come my way, call me cat nip
A fuckin' bull mastiff, hit em with a kick make em backflip
This is madness, drunk and chuggin' a forty
Writing in my Notebook but this isn't a love story
Grimier than N.O.R.E. but I stay with cream
Leaving you lost like Oceanic Flight 815
Real mean, when I get up on the mic and shred it
No copy, paste, or edit, I'm nice so don't sweat it
[Chorus: Vice Versa]
And you know that I'm a rider boy
So try the boy
I'll spit flames and fry ya boy
So ayyy
I'm a out do you bitches [x2]
And ya know I'm spittin' fire boy
Retire boy
Cause I'm a level higher boy
So ayyy
I'm a out do you bitches [x2]
[Verse 2:]
I make a point like Uncle Sam, stay puffin' grams
Drunk as fuck with my red solo cup in hand
You better fuckin' scram, cause I am back bitch
Bout to be blowing up like an inflatable mattress
Not one to mess with, cleaner than antiseptic
Check it, before this verbal tek makes your chest split
I'm blessed, A plus, five stars with a check bitch
Something like Borat, cause "You will never get this! "
Yes it's Vindictive stay blazin' the herb
Pockets full of more trees than a nature reserve
Oh word? The illest in the two-oh-third
So fuck what you heard, I'm kicking em to the curb
With words illy cause everything I write you felt
Until I'm rocking a gold medal like Michael Phelps
I'm a keep swimming laps around you, raps surround you
Out do you in things that I don't even know how to
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Vice Versa]
And I'm doing my thang, doing my thang (Yea, holla)
Coming back around like a boomerang (Like a boomerang bitch)
And you know, you know (You already know)
That I'm the one y'all can't touch (Can't touch)
Never stop rapping till I'm rockin' handcuffs (Till I'm locked up)
I'm dope, I'm dope (I'm dope as a muh fucker)
And I hold it down, holdin' it down (Hold it down)
First rapper reppin' a suburban town (Suburbs!)
I flow, it shows (God damn right)
Don't got a gun, but you gotta run (Yea)
Cause stepping to me, your gunna get out done
You know
Yeah, okay.
I got high and wrote this song in like
45 minutes.
Ha, what's good?
Check it, ay.
I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
Yeah,
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
I'm like a rap star
Minus the money and the record deal
Bitch I'm whippin' in a piece of crap car.
But I don't give a fuck
'Cause I spit it mad hard.
You could inspect my lyrics,
Never find a bad bar.
I'm in my backyard,
Rollin' kronic.
Rap rollick,
Artists like Jack Pollock.
Drop shit so sick
I need an antibiotic.
I'm an otter
And I'll crack you like the shell of a mollusk.
Oh my God, it's Webby,
With a machete
Ready to go after
Both Jason and Freddy.
I am deadly like a black mamba
Sippin' Odwalla
Mixed with vodka
Runnin' shit like the Godfather.
So call me Corleone,
I'm rollin' with 40 homies.
And you could hold the camera,
Come watch your shorty bow me.
My first is in five minutes
Like off of the brains
Or as anybody bitch
I'll say I'm off of the chain, ay.
I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
I'm the next big thing
Incase you couldn't tell.
Give me one mother fucker
Who'd say I wouldn't sell.
I'm good and well
Hearin' me underground
Unsighned tight
Dude, I don't fuck around.
And see I'm buzzin' now
All over internets.
Webby's on the web
You're behind if you haven't clicked it yet.
I'm shootin' free throws
All you people miss the net.
I'm off the chain bitch,
Like an evicted pet.
Get it?
'Cause if a pet got evicted
It, uh, wouldn't have a leash on...
Man, forget it.
I'm twisted.
Roll it up, hit it.
I'm so fucking dope
They should put me on exhibit.
'Cause you know I rip it
Every day spittin' more and more
Magic than any Slytherin or Gryffindor.
Dumbledore's steppin' in,
Feelin' like the principle.
Don't need a body guard,
Webby's invincible.
My life is inimitable
But I'm a push 'em to the back
Like I hired 'em as actors.
I'll put 'em in a cast
With the punches that be flyin' at speeds above fast.
So retrace your foot prints,
Bitch step back.
What?
I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
You just got to let me off the chain.
I walk in,
They call me the kid like Billy.
Crushin' Keystones all night
Get silly.
Let's throw down at beer pong,
'Cause bitch I'm illy.
Hit six cups,
Then I re-rack 'em like Willy.
I am a Gremlin,
And I rhyme,
Never ending.
Stay gettin' high,
Got no time for descendin'.
People give me praises any time I get mentioned
Even though my skin's whiter than the belly of a penguin.
I need an intervention
Before I go brain dead,
With a pencil is the only time I aim lead.
But me and your girl gon' wake up in the same bed.
Wiping her mouth,
Claiming she never even gave head.
I'll murder K-Fed,
And hit Britney up.
Oh, you got two kids?
I don't give a fuck.
She said hit me one more time,
So I hit it up.
Lohan, I got a Trojan,
Come here you little slut.
So messed up lookin' for a pair of
Double D's, please,
Step to me, I fucking dare ya.
Oh God, I'm seein' double,
No Tia and Tamera.
'Cause I hit 'em like bam,
I don't need a Margera.
I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Yeah, yep, my mamacita. Check, okay.
She's the picture of perfection let's start with that,
Tend to give an elderly man a heart attack.
She bad,
So God damn sexy,
Thinkin' dirty thoughts every single time she texts me.
Bedroom hot and heavy,
Naked and sweaty.
Hour after hour,
Non-stop stay ready.
We both down for whatever,
That's why I got you,
And you got me
Till we rollin' to the top boo.
She's like a top model,
And I'm an I'll rapper.
Time to kick it
Roll a blunt
And just chill after;
Pop a pill after,
Shit we're both nuts.
Tellin' us to slow up
And we're like, so what?
'Cause we don't give a fuck,
And they know it.
Throw our middle fingers up,
Bitch blow it.
The sex gets rough,
I got the scars to show it.
But she's the only one I roll with,
That's my baby.
[Chorus]
She's the one that I keep to the side of me,
Ready to roll
'Cause mami gon' ride with me.
From the moment the sun goes down
Untill the moment...
So sexy with every damn thing she do
That's why I can't hold back when I'm bangin' you.
She my, she my, my mamacita (cita).
She my, my mamacita.
She likes to fuck on the regular,
But baby I'm ahead of you,
I've been doing dirty,
You tamed a sexual preditor,
And since
It's hard for me to keep my dick in my pants,
I guess this is the chance
For me to find true romance.
Mami like 5'2,
Dark tan complexion.
Nice ass,
Real tits,
With a slim midsection.
I know
Every dude stays lookin' at you,
But since you're coming home with me
There ain't shit I gotta do.
You do
Something to me
Fucking with me
Under the sheets
Baby girl's nothing but freaks.
She's 500 degrees,
So hot and spicy.
Grab me, scratch me, slap me, bite me.
'Cause since she got an attitude,
She always wanna fight me.
But since I like it rough,
We can do it on the nightly.
We stay getting drunk and fight
But it's igh.
Yo it's worth it,
The make up sex is so tight.
[Chorus]
She's the one that I keep to the side of me,
Ready to roll
'Cause mami gon' ride with me.
From the moment the sun goes down
Untill the moment...
So sexy with every damn thing she do
That's why I can't hold back when I'm bangin' you.
She my, she my, my mamacita (cita).
She my, my mamacita.
She a dime piece [?]
Everybody know her
Girly's well known
Sending me naked pictures on the cell phone.
Baby girl,
I really think that I'm loving you.
Either that,
Or shit
I'm addictied to fucking you but...
It's whatever
We gon' ride till the sun's up.
HIt it harder then nun chucks [?],
Making you cum, yup.
I am one up on all of the rest,
Because I do it like I done it
And I did it the best.
Sex drive on full throttle,
You know what I'm about,
What?
Give a fuck,
If we wake the people in your house up.
Yeah, mami so sexual.
Don't gotta stretch 'cause them legs so flexible.
Pop an X-pill
And just fuck for 5 hours.
From the bed to the floor
And the floor to the shower.
Dry off a little and it's back to the bed,
'Cause she my mamacita
Yo you heard what I said.
Yeah. This shit right here is for all the haters (haters). Alright?
Everybody sayin', "Yo dude, you can't spit."
And I'm like, I'm like, "Yo fuck that I can spit! ".
Ha. So uh, let me just lay down mad bars.
(Mad bars) Yeah.
I'll spit a whole bunch of bars
Re-roll up cigars.
I am greater than the rest,
Super nova, the stars.
You're just the common cold
I am sors,
I do not spar,
Every single blow will hit hard.
And I know what you are,
And hm, you're not me.
Outdo you in anything,
Bitch just watch me.
I drop shit on any topic,
Hottnes,
Then swap spit with hot chicks
And get my cock licked.
I'm a rot pit
Mixed with a little bijon.
Hugh Heff in a flesh
Stay rollin' with three blondes.
So don't hate this,
I can't help that I'm great bitch.
I spit a rhyme and I'm oudie (Audi),
Like an A6.
I make hits
And I hit the marijuana.
Then beat the shit out of Rihanna
Just because I wanna.
Haha. Nah, I ain't Chris Brown.
I am Chris Web.
CT is listenin' to everything this kid says.
The only time I get bread's
At a meal
Before my main course,
God damn I need a deal.
I'm broke out on bail
And I'm livin' with my parents.
But I spit,
And got these high school girls starin'.
Darin' to be different,
Apparently it's rhythm
That's keeping me goin'
Every moment
That Webby be spittin'.
Spittin' like I got a loogie
Stuck in my throat.
But fuck it
I'm dope.
The ring leader's runnin' the show.
So ring around the rosie,
With a pocket full of OC's.
Pop 'em all at once
And OD,
Oh me!
Oh my!
So high!
I don't even want to land
Contraband in my waistband
Rip it 'cause I can.
Half man,
Half ninja turtle,
Half a fuckin' head case.
If I don't make it on the mic,
I'll make a sex tape.
Me, Kim Kardashian, and Paris
In a three way.
Earn a right to disk
And make a million off of ebay.
I got true blood
Runnin' in my veins.
Sharper than a vampire's fangs,
Bang!
Sneeze a lightning bolt
'Cause I'm always spitting thunder.
Runnin' shit like Ari
Cause drama like Vince's brother.
Smoother than butter
With a pocket full of rubbers
And skills that'll make your girl
S-s-s-s-stutter.
Back up in this mother fucker
With avengence.
Make 'em pause
Like they got a comma in their sentence.
You can tell them this shit
As soon as I hit the entrance.
Fuck the shampoo
We rollin' that Herbal Essense.
'Cause I'm great like Alexander.
Two pokie balls,
Hanging,
Spit flames like charmander.
And I got your chick
Wetter than a blastoise
She said I'm sexy
And she love my raspy ass voice.
I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house
Ask Roise
Fucking with Webby is just a bad choice!
I'm a mother fucking goblin man.
Get the Cablevision,
Rhythm, rippin' on demand.
You can see me with the mic on my sonogram
And the doc was like,
"Hm, I think we've got a problem ma'am".
Had a rattle in my right hand
Dutchie in the other, kid,
Diaper on my ass
Thirty rac up in the fucking crib.
Had 'em sayin,
"What the fuck is up? ".
'Cause all I do is fill up cups
And puff a dutch.
Rollin' with a crew of giants
Like Justin Tucks
So if you really wanna step
Better muscle up
'Cause I really got to show 'em
When enough's enough.
'Cause now these rappers trying to bite me
Like scruff mcgruff.
Gotta get these damn dogs youthinized.
I am back,
I'll as can be,
And super-sized
Like Star Fox
I am truly fly.
Can't do what I do,
Excuse you...
I be runnin' shit with my manager
Younger than me.
When I'm young as fuck,
And still nobody fucking with me.
I am in A&R;'s wet dream
Ready for the shit
'Cause the games a fucking rap
When they let Webby in this bitch.
Because the game's a fucking rap
When they let Webby in this bitch. [x2]
Yeah, you know.
Mad bars.
Maaaad bars.
Spit straight on any mixtape.
I'm I'll.
Yeah.
We all get to that point in our life,
Ya know,
Shit really hits the fan and,
Everything seems like it sucks.
But ya know, you always gotta think,
Everything happens for a reason.
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Check,
[Verse 1]
Everybody make mistakes,
I'm the first to admit it.
But once you make a choice,
You're forced to live with it.
Some people never get it till they live it,
And then once they live it,
There's not a chance that they ever could forget it.
You wish that you could switch it,
Waitin' on that lawyer visit.
Now the old me dead and gone,
Like I had Timberlake to spit it.
The way I had been livin' my life just wouldn't cut it,
Head always in the clouds with an attitude like, "Fuck it."
But that's just immaturity, and surely, I've figured out thoroughly,
That that was only hurtin' me.
Now I need to purposely, get my life back on track,
And leave some things in the past, it's as simple as that.
Yeah.
[Chorus]
Some people say that I'm not worth it,
I made mistakes but nobody's perfect.
I guess I'll give it a try.
One last chance to get myself together,
I can't lose no more time, it's now or never.
And I try to remember, who I used to be,
I got one last chance to get myself together.
[Verse 2]
Sometimes you need to realize you got one last chance,
When the outcome of your life rests within the judge's hands.
I'll never understand how one man with a gavel,
Can decide whether your future is worth bein' unraveled,
Or take away your paddle and send you right down shit's creek,
For as long as the dude sees fit, see.
It's a tough ass world that we live in,
You could find yourself imprisoned over one wrong decision.
It's difficult to get this shit outta your mind,
Just press rewind, go back in time.
But I've accepted that I need to find the bright side,
Cause often the dark is the only thing inside.
I'll find that silver lining cause I gotta keep on grindin',
Until I reach the top, you know I gootta keep on climbin'.
One setback won't stop me, I'm still here breathin'
Believin' that even this shit happened for a reason.
[Chorus]
Some people say that I'm not worth it,
I made mistakes but nobody's perfect.
I guess I'll give it a try.
One last chance to get myself together,
I can't lose no more time, it's now or never.
And I try to remember, who I used to be,
I got one last chance to get myself together.
[Verse 3]
And I don't wanna be misunderstood,
I gotta take this chance, and make it into something good.
Some people say that I'm not worth it,
I made mistakes but nobody's perfect.
I guess I'll give it a try.
One last chance to get myself together,
I can't lose no more time, it's now or never.
I got one last chance to get myself together,
I can't lose no more time, it's now or never.
And I try to remember, who I used to be,
I got one last chance to get myself together.
I got one last chance.
Yeah,
I got one last chance.
(But that's all I need)
Sometimes, you just gotta change everything up.
Grow the fuck up, ya know?
Cause you can always bounce back.
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
It's another one of them smoking songs, ya know what I'm saying?
Where my pot heads at?
Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check it
We rollin trees and smokin la la la la la
Another weed song from me
Burning more trees than Cheech Chong
Red and Meth or roll together in the same L
We smoke blunts all day you can't tell? Hell
I'm stompin in with my boots on
Rollin to the diner with my half off coupon
Fuck, I been burnin since I was newborn
So high flying through space with Jimmy Neutron
That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm
You would think I had a mother fucking pot prescription
Like the doctor's flippin
My grass stay fresh cut, sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch
But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed
Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'm a half to roll the next blunt fatter hah
[Chorus:]
La la la la la
Just break it up and smoke that la la la la la
Now twist it up and smoke that la la la la la
Now light it up and smoke that la la la la la
And then you keep on burnin
The way this weed hit your chest should invest in Kevlar
Chillin on Saturn, cruisin in the XR
Everyday I got the best bars
And the best weed same color as Reptar
Yes, we stay lightin up the purple
In my own entourage smoking like Turtle
Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies
Actin like I'm gonna kill a mother fucker cause I'm high
The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge, chill on the couch, and never end up leaving my crib, shit
But that's just how I do
Stay high, seeing from my birds eye view
I walk into a room and everybody starts sniffin
"Like, oh my God, I can guarantee that's Christian, "
"It's nine in the morning yo what the fuck's with him? "
And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction like."
[Chorus]
We lightin ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies
And then we stay around more trees than Fern Gully
I earn money, spend on weed, and burn money
Got the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from me
I rip like a beast when I hit the beats
But it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat, please
Shit's leaving you in disbelief
I'm that monster at your door, bitch, trick-or-treat
The way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles me
Cause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny Appleseed
I got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and spark
Til we start to see shit like Joan of Arc
I know I'm smart, I know I'm nice
That's why you can't see me like a poltergeist
Smokin la la la, give that bowl a light
Grab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like
Yeah! Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Ye ye, I'm killin' 'em
Till my bank statement reads 27 million
They said I couldn't do it so you know I gotta get it done
Acrobatic rappin' the way that Webby be flippin' son
Six mixtapes and the fans need more
I hit the fork in the road and took a detour
Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down
Cuz I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4
Blow minds when they heard the rap
Hustle so many tapes you think I'm servin crack
Make bass lines sizzle when I burn a track
Only dude who made Datpiff's server crash
Yo I'm nice better learn the facts
Came a long f*ckin' way not a chance I'll be turning back
Uh, so you know that I'ma rap check 'em
When I put my fitted cap back like Ash Ketchum
I beat 'em up grab an EMT
Think you better then you must be takin' DMT
Dream on mothaf*cka I am DMC
Hard body flow cop my tape at GNC
See,
I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc
Cuz I got more lines than a Stop & Shop
On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot
Of shit stealthy in the game like an ocelot
Mortal Kombat logo tatted on my back
So you know I'm gonna "Finish Him" from the moment I attack
I'm a train passenger all I need is a track
To be getting' where I'm goin' and when I do it's a wrap
So step when I bust
Get left in my dust
I'm in it to the finish investin' my bucks
The best and I just don't stop... an animal
My manager found me up at Pet Supplies Plus
Plus I be killin' 'em consecutively
Without expending any energy effortlessly
I got a bag full of trees, Chef Boyardee
And a hometown throne in the 203
Motherf*ckas know
They better tuck and roll
Cuz I'm the Master and Commander of this shit
They call me Russell Crowe
I'll never love a ho
So I'll wear a rubber bro
If I have a kid I'll get disowned by my mother yo
On another note nobody can step to me
I think I may have told you already but with my memory
It's hard to remember anything after all the ecstasy
But still they can't touch me like I got a case of Leprosy
I got 'em askin' questions like they playin' Jeopardy
"A dope spittin' white boy?"
Bzzzt
"What is Chris Webby"
See they take shit too serious, I'm here to add some levity
Roll a J and take one to the head John Kennedy
What I'm here to do is pretty f*ckin' clear cut
Even at 45 with a beer gut
I'ma still get your chick wetter than a tear duct
And make mixtapes that'll get your ear f*cked
Not in Taylor Gang,
Not a Young Mula
I'm in Webby's World
I am the 1 Rula
Nerf Gun Shoota
With a dumb aim
Leavin' Monica Lewinsky with a cum stain
Untamed understand the flows
I'm dope, but at this point the fans should know
HBO flow with a Band of Bros
And a chick with an ass fatter then Amber Rose
Hehh!
I throw 'em off like a star pitcher
They can't follow the flow the way the bars hit cha
I'm a bar spitta
Shit
Them beaten me is like seein' Mel Gibson at a Bar Mitzvah
Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Heh!
I be killin' 'em
Yeah!
Hahaha
Yeah!
Webby's Lab
Yeah,
Put your bottles of Adderall in the air.
If everybody were A.D.D.,
You know you got it.
Ha, listen, listen...
I got Attention Deficit Disorder.
I ain't kidding,
I don't know where I'd be
Without the Adderall and Ritalin.
Poppin' them shits three at a time
In heavy dosages
And go back to the doctor like,
"I still can't focus bitch".
That's right,
(What)
It's the A.D.D.
Got officially tested in upstate CT
And after I did my part
The dude went to my parents and was like,
"Hmm, where do I start?
His levels are off the charts, ".
This shit is killin' me,
But still I'm rappin' skillfully
Even with a certified mental disability.
I know ya'll feelin' me
It's driving me mad,
Got A.D.D so bad,
I can't even add.
[Chorus:]
I can't pay attention to nothing,
End of discussion,
I just got that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
And teacher I know that I can't focus,
Whatcha gotta know,
It's just that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
I day dream more than Lupe,
Sing a different tune.
Space out,
Eye fucking that biddy across the room.
It's true I'm not messing.
This shit would get you stressin',
Teachers callin' on me
I'm like, "Uhh...
Could you repeat the question? ".
I don't pay attention,
I miss out on every lesson.
Get lost 'cause I wasn't listening
When I got the directions;
Start typing in my phone
Then forget who I was texting;
Zone out during sex
And lose my fucking erection.
I really hate this,
Constantly misplace shit.
Losing my wallet, phone, or keys,
On a day to day basis.
It'd probably help
If every night I didn't get wasted,
High enough to be a passenger
Aboard a space ship.
But since I do,
Then fuck it.
Even though losing my scholarship
Is not within my budget.
'Cause son I'm not playin',
I... Uhh...
Shit. I forgot what I was sayin'.
[Chorus:]
I can't pay attention to nothing,
End of discussion,
I just got that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
And teacher I know that I can't focus,
Whatcha gotta know,
It's just that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
My brain just doesn't work
'Cause of all the drugs I've done.
Plus the A.D.D. to the point
That thinking even hurts.
Teachers try to talk to me
As if I am gonna hear it.
All I do is crack jokes,
Space out,
And write lyrics.
My brain's unraveled over time
Like a rope does.
Lost my mind
Like the change in your sofas.
But I don't gotta take my meds
To spit it dope 'cause
All they do is give me dry mouth
And a coke buzz.
So what?
I can't focus but it's straight.
At least I got a good excuse
When all of my work is late.
Baby, can't pay attention,
But there is still a place
In my brain that allows me to
Murder a mase tape.
Wait,
Maybe it ain't even so bad after all.
Fuck all the doctors,
I don't need to pop an Adderall.
I'll just be a rapper
And such to make bucks.
But if that doesn't work,
Uhh...
I guess I'm fucked.
(Yep)
[Chorus:]
I can't pay attention to nothing,
End of discussion,
I just got that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
And teacher I know that I can't focus,
Whatcha gotta know,
It's just that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
[Intro]
[Verse 1 chris webby]
Listen babe is it alright if I spend my night beside you
Cuz this liquor got me feelin' like I maybe really like you
But I'm not the prince charming you been waitin' for to find you
I might seem like I'm the one but shit it's only for tonight, boo
I do this on the regular baby it's not despite you
That's just how I live my life and you know it as well as I do
Come on, did you honestly think that webby would wife you
Shit I got my own personal problems I'm tryna fight through
Kickin' drugs that's easier said than done
And tryna keep my head straight when I be out on a run
On the road doin' shows tryna stack my funds
Got 99 problems and trust me you're not one
So I'm sorry boo but you know I got a fuckin' job to do
My heart is off limits so my dick is all I got for you
Don't get it confused I love bangin' you out
But that's the only time you'll hear love comin' out of my mouth, out
[Hook nikkiya]
Is it alright if I kick it with you all night
Is it alright
Is it alright
Is it alright if I have to leave at sunrise
Is it alright
Is it alright with you
[Verse 2]
Since we met I been the headlights and baby you were the deer
So caught up in who I was you weren't seein' nothin' clear
But I'm focused on myself and tryna make a career
So just ignore those sweet nothings that I whispered in your ear
Cuz one second I'm in then the next I'm outta town
You'd be foolish if you thought I'd think of settlin' down
Doin's hows and pickin' the hottest girl from the crowd
I'm young and famous yo, of course I get around
At least I keeps it real with you, no need for tellin' lies
So if I break your heart don't ask why
And I know you're catchin' feelings for me I can see it in your eyes
When I got your ankles over my shoulder smackin' your thighs
I gave relationships a couple of tries
And learned it wasn't for me so you just gotta realize
That's why when you text me you never get a reply
We can have fun tonight, but I'm out by sunrise (yeah)
[Hook]
[Outro dj drama]
Yeah, chris webby
Bars on me, get your bars up
Our bars on full service like a cell phone
Yeah,
This is for all you shit talking mother fuckers out there.
When are you living shit?
'Cause if you push somebody to that limit,
Push that wrong button,
You feelin' me?
Dude's bound to just turn around and...
Psh, fucking injure you,
Know what I mean?
You'll get injured,
Grab around your neck
With my hands
And choke out every fucking last breath if I can.
God damn,
I'm usually mad stoned and friendly,
But like anybody,
There are many sides to Webby.
I don't need a pistol,
I'm leaving you knocked out.
Show up at your mom's house
Like bitch, whatchu want now?
My sanity can't be found,
Try to step hither,
I'll stab you in the liver
With a pair of blunt scissors.
Run off with a switch blade,
Flipped out, displayin'.
And slit my own throat first,
To show you I ain't playin'.
WIth a few beers in me,
I'm a rowdy mother fucker.
So keep talking,
I love it when you doubt me
Mother fucker.
'Cause when I feel aggression,
I just grab the closest weapon
And beat 'em in the skull with it
Until I make his head spin.
Couldn't matter less,
My skin color or complexion,
I'm a nut case for fucks sake
So quit steppin'.
You'll get injured,
And that's just be being truthful.
I'm brutal,
Beat you to death with a pool noodle.
Your fucking toy poodle
Can't step to the bite.
Leaving him drinking every meal
For the rest of his life.
Bitch.
You'll get injured,
And I ain't playing around.
One punch make that ass lay on the ground.
If you didn't know before,
Then I'm sayin' it now.
Yes, I'm sayin' it now.
That you're gonna get injured.
And I ain't fucking with you.
You can't touch me,
Or anyone in my crew.
You could just ask anybody,
It's true.
If I'm comin' for you,
Then you're gonna get injured.
Feelin' like I'm wanting to kill,
Straight raging,
My boys are like
Knowledge is chill.
But on the real
My pockets are filled
With pot and some pills.
Ready to leave a mother fucker
With some hospital bills.
I'm not stopping until
I see you dropping
And spill.
If the bleeding don't kill you,
Lack of oxygen will.
I'm a doctor,
Not like Phil,
But more like Kevorkian.
Get over here,
I'm bout to finish up my scorpion.
Stick my fingers in between your rib cage,
Force 'em in.
It's straight open,
You'll walk like an accordion.
I ain't trying to pretend that I'm the hardest,
But honest,
I'm a beast talkin'
Just garbage.
I'm lightweight,
I'm a lean 215,
Routhless,
Ready to leave a tooth
Or two missing.
I'll put the heat in your mouth
Like a Hooters wing
And dunk shot
At the shot
Like playing hoops with Kareem.
I'm blowing this king,
Procede cautious,
I eat [?],
CT's mine,
Tell [?] office.
Try to cross me,
Arrestin' P
Son that [?].
Body full of low metal,
The kanye [?].
You'll get injured,
And I ain't playing around.
One punch make that ass lay on the ground.
If you didn't know before,
Then I'm sayin' it now.
Yes, I'm sayin' it now.
That you're gonna get injured.
And I ain't fucking with you.
You can't touch me,
Or anyone in my crew.
You could just ask anybody,
It's true.
If I'm comin' for you,
Then you're gonna get injured.
(You'll get injured)
Yeah
Oh shit, I'm high now
I'm hurt
I thought I told you I'm a star
Whether with a free or written down bars
No jewelry, piece of shit car but that's just Webby
Bitchin' I'm a star
I'm a star bitch
No five points
Just a high white kid rolling up a joint
I run the fucking beat until I pull my groin
Eating competition like some stakes sirloin
All about my coins like a damn pirate
Fuck with my doubloons bitch, you should never try it
If you don't like it, you're probably just bias
'Cause I'll stay flyer than a helicopter pilot
Phone on silent nobody could reach me
Smoking on that piece pipe we're the fucking TP
Cause I come from CT, hold on 203 C
Hold my nothing special but I know where all the weed be
Beep beep rolling up knee deep, king of all the suburbs and they need me
No need for a receipt, you gon' keep me
Caveman flow I've been rapping since the BC
All about my green like the center of the kiwi
Up and outerspace R2D2 C3P
Your girl's facebook creeps me 'cause she wanna meet me
Flow so magic Veni Vidi Vici
No GED kicked out of Hofstra but I still lay it down on that beat proper
Private school hustler weed up in my dockers
'Cause I always stay high on trees like koalas
Give me twenty dollars put it in my wallet
Rowdy on a beat like a motherfucking mosh pit
Oh my gosh it's Webby baby watch it
No holding back when roll a phat
L up I only bomb shit
I'm the bomb bitch, ecstasy pop it
And then I'm rollin' like Otto Rocket
I got it, no hold up I got it
I'm at the summit bitch, you'll never top it
I'm up in here, Webby's always gonna start something
Always coming with the flame like a carved pumpkin
Got your heart thumping and your car bumping
With this music that I'm making, I don't charge nothing
These are all freebies, so don't start man
'Cause I'm all the way more animals that Tarzan
I live in the Bronx zoo so what you gon' do
I'm a mongrel and I will chomp you
Varsity rapper never on the side lines
Rhyme fine 'cause my mind is Einstein times nine
So start understanding my rhymes cause I've been kicking flow
Since the land before time
I'm back up on a beat, did I stutter bitch
Always gonna come with something sick
Anything you did Webby done that shit
I'm the come back kid, you better stand up
That's why the DEA in Nassau wants me handcuffed
You see ya get down and then I land up
Me and my mic are soldiers, the beat commands us
So roll the gram up 'til we're getting superhigh
Y'all are just fake sick like that Ferris Bueller guy
Me I'm the bird flu, do not make me hurt you
'Cause I spit it raw bitch uncooked perdu
I'm a jerk dude and I will burn you
When the moon is up a werewolf is what I turn to
I'm the rapper you should call, look, always chasing after tail like a dog
Woof, paws, hook-line, hit 'em with the sinker
Then skate away bitch, call me Andy brinck-brincker
I'm a star bitch
Well at least in CT
Feeling right
You know, he's droppin' bars
It's what I do
Damn, man.
I'm broke as fuck.
Yo Akon,
Why don't you throw me a couple bucks
Or some shit, man?
Fuck, ay.
I get it in till the sun rise,
But all I got's a dollar twenty five
And I don't even gotta ask why.
'Cause I I I'm so broke.
And I know that it sucks ass,
'Cause I ain't got enough cash.
Shit I ain't even got one mother fucking dollar
At all,
'Cause I'm so broke.
Shit,
I'm broker than the dropped antique [?],
Haven't had a fucking dollar
In a God damn week.
And not having a buck,
It straight up sucks.
How you gonna pay for weed
When you can't afford the dutch?
How you gonna buy a sandwich
When you can't afford the bun
'Cause your bank card keeps saying
Insufficient funds?
Fuck, you think my 98 Altima's fast?
Hell no, but how would I know?
I can't afford the gas.
And cigarettes went up
Another dollar last week.
If I don't quit now,
I'll be living in the street.
I know it sounds funny,
But this shit's no joke
So but your bottles in the air
If you're straight up broke.
I get it in till the sun rise,
But all I got's a dollar twenty five
And I don't even gotta ask why.
'Cause I I I'm so broke.
And I know that it sucks ass,
'Cause I ain't got enough cash.
Shit I ain't even got one mother fucking dollar
At all,
'Cause I'm so broke.
Anytime I do have a little money,
I'm spending it.
That's why I'm spending Spring break
In Connecticut.
For me, beaters and sweat pants
Is dressed to kill.
Either new clothes,
Or pay off the electric bill.
But still I rap extra I'll,
So yo, don't hate.
Unless you're my girl,
Bitching how we never go on dates.
Thank God I'm good in bed
And a lovable dude,
'Cause I ain't taking you nowhere,
I can't buy myself food.
Unless the dollar menu
Gon' be cool with you.
If that's the case,
I could treat you to a burger or two.
And then we'll go back to the crib, babe,
You know I get it poppin'.
But you are on the pill, right?
I couldn't afford condoms.
(Yeah, my bad.)
I get it in till the sun rise,
But all I got's a dollar twenty five
And I don't even gotta ask why.
'Cause I I I'm so broke.
And I know that it sucks ass,
'Cause I ain't got enough cash.
Shit I ain't even got one mother fucking dollar
At all,
'Cause I'm so broke.
Psh, yeah I'm broke.
But fuck it.
Yah know?
I'm a keep grindin'.
I'm a change that.
[Chorus:]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You see I'm broke, I'm not tryna brag
About money, cars, hoes, jewelry and swag
About to be the first dude with the game in the bag
Who still lives home with his mom and his dad
Screw takin' a cab, I'll save my dough
And get to joggin', yeah my funds are that low
My car's dented up with some dirty ass rims
My left headlight is duct-taped in
You think I'm jokin'? I wish
But I've also accepted the fact life is a bitch
And I ain't here to complain
Yo I'm just sayin' that uh I'll take your dollar even if it's change
Cause I've given you nothin' but free music
When I do release an album you can buy, please do it
Now there's a fan base followin' this character
About to show the world how to make it in America
[Chorus:]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
You see it don't matter, nationwide everybody heard of me
Cause my wallet still lacks American currency
Dudes be like "Yo you're not broke son; you're famous"
Huh, and I'm still unsigned you ignoramus
Boston's makin' money like Billy Costigan
While Webby's in CT grindin' for Washingtons
But it's straight yo, I'm havin' a great time
And I realize some of these things take time
But I put out more hits than A-Rod
And gotta work a seven-dollar an hour day job
Don't have the money, but I have the skills
And respect that's worth more on the real, I'm the real deal
Soon enough I'll have my fill and pay off all these late lawyer bills
About to have a mil in the stash, for real it's a fact
Need bills to the max, TiVo bring it back
[Chorus:]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Eh, Webby I got you bro
Pittsburg in this bitch, Mac Miller
Aight look, I start my name with a capital "M"
You missed the start of the show, but you catchin' the end
MC's up in my cypher, come and show me love
Say, "Mac look at you kid, you really growin' up"
Before I ever had a video to look at
A bunch of weed and mixtapes fillin' up my book bag
Doin' it, feelin' it, keepin' it real
One in a million, needin' a feel
Bringin' the stage, whippin' em aways
Kid be livin' in the City of Steel
There's a hundred billion rappers in the world
Yeah I'm one of many, get this money better understand me
No plan B, bitches no panties
Bunch of hoes tryna Facebook fan me
Platinum record, I get a Grammy
California Kush and parties in Miami
Got the game by the titty, she my nanny
Thumbs up motherfucker, aha
[Chorus: x2]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
(I ain't goin' out like a sucka, no way)
(Webby)
Hah, it's Chris Webby, yeah
Asher Roth ain't the only college boy on this rappin' shit
And I love college too, shit, ha
[Chorus:]
That party last night was awful nuts bro, wish I remembered
But I took a Xanny and shots of SoCo so it's whatever
Roll my blunts and pop my E, now chug that 40 just like me
Pass out at 6, wake up at 3, then do it again tonight drinks on me
Man, I love college
[Verse 1:]
I love college even more than Asher
Different chick every other night, come home plastered (Ha!)
Somehow pass class and twist blunts after
I'm Hofstra's top dog and home-court rapper (Yessss)
Fitted pointed backwards, spittin' that fire (Fire)
The shit on campus bitch, ask Van Wilder (Wilder)
Don't need a reminder to party every day (Nah)
'Cause I'm an alcoholic I'll remember anyway
I've been drunk since 12, motherfuck a drinkin' age
Walk into the liquor store pull my wallet out to pay (like, what?)
Clerk tellin' me I'm not who I say I be
Even though it says I'm Spanish on my fake ID, gee.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
They say drugs make you dumb but I don't think they do
Last semester, I pulled a fuckin' 3.2 (what, bitch)
When I wake up's the only time I'm sober enough
To do homework unless I'm hung over as fuck
But still there ain't a teacher that can hold me (Nah)
Go to class blunted lookin somethin' like Spicoli
Or I'll just pull a Ferris Bueller skip the whole day
I'm just here for the partyin' I hope that's okay (Okay)
But there's no way I'll stop because this sophomore's a monsta
Even though I'll end up doin' six years at Hofstra
Sit back, sippin' on my beer with the mic
Knowing these are gonna be the best years of my life, right?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm a flip cup phenomenon, beer pong pro (whoa)
Hit all ten in a row with my fuckin' eyes closed
A little bend of the knees and a flick of the wrist
Have you chuggin' every second while I'm sippin' my shit
Dutch Master always full of some ridiculous piff (hitttttt)
That got me twisted like a licorice stick, listen to this (coughhhh)
My time is never wasted, cause I'm always wasted
I fuckin' love college, that's all I can say kid (Yup)
[Chorus]
Man, I love college
Keg parties, sorority bitches, all my homies,
Why the fuck would I ever leave, man? I love college
This where I'm a be at
They're gonna have to drag my ass the fuck out of here, man
It's Chris Webby
[Verse One: Bekay]
Bekay Y
Check it out, check it out yo
The music shit used to be makin' my day
Yeah your dream is ya dream till they take it away
Fuck makin' mistakes, I'm makin' a fan
Makin' a fuckin' army while you makin' a band
And you could try to desecrate but I'm takin' a stand
On top of Ground Zero with a shank in my hand
And my peeps screamin' out "Fuck this crap! "
I been gave everything I had to this, please give me somethin' back
All your whips and ice, who the hell knows
I'm more happy with some rope chains and some shell toes
I paint pictures, sculptures
A&R;'s is a bunch of fuckin' vultures, you ruinin' my culture
So while you make your check, pumpin' bullshit
I spit that real shit that could break ya neck
I'm real hip hop to the death of me
I mean for you this shit is a hobby, but for us it's a destiny
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
This is hip hop
I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it
Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night
I'd sell my soul for it, name the price
Stay focused, I know that my aim is right
For that one fuckin' shot I would trade my life
Getting' closer to the edge with every page I write
For that one opportunity to blaze the mic
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Rap is my life, always stayin' strapped with a mic
Representin' for all the cats that are actually nice
Which is few, trust son, most of them are fake
Rockin' so many chains they're getting' scoliosis from the weight
Doin' shows and gettin' paid and it's a fact that they suck
Could get tutored by Nas? Still wouldn't be nasty as us
But these the same muthafuckas who be stackin' the bucks
While stuck here in CT like fuck, crack a dutch and it's such
These whack ass rappers think they're tough
With preschool vocab and a whole lotta luck
I'm determined that I can't lose
Take a lead pipe to Soulja Boy's legs, fuck your dance moves
We've been told we got the talent, the devotion and charisma
We just need an opportunity to prove we can deliver
This hip hop and I'm dying to live it (I live this)
And will do every fuckin' thing in my power to get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Hip hop, live it breathe it walk it talk it crave it need it
Never lose focus, or get defeated
Keep talkin' that shit, go and get me heated
But I'm rappin', writin', scrappin', fightin', spittin', rippin'
Mic ignitin', hold my spot down, stand tall like a titan
I started off a little guy, baby full of laughter
But due to Darwin's theory I evolved into a rapper
Flip a couple chapters, this foul mouthed bastard
Is here to get this rap shit mastered
After I talk to you and get to speak what I'm about
Linguistic, twisted diarrhea of the mouth
So hot, drop the mic and I'll leave the set steamin'
I been the best breathin', since I was breast feedin'
Presto, I'm back writin' rhythmic manifestos
So let's go, I'm meaner than an angry Lou Ferrigno
Flows that'll get yo hands in the izz-air
Blunt rap, puff that, done that, been there
So tap the keg, let's get drunker than we've ever been
Liquor settin' in, shit somebody let Webster in
So go and fill yourself another dutch
And put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
[Chorus:]
Put your hands up, everybody stand up 'cause we ain't leavin' till they throw us in some handcuffs
So put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)
Put your hands up, roll yourself a gram up, if you ain't twisted go and fill another damn cup
And put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)
I'm a mix of rhymes with some Nirvana and Sublime
Eric Clapton with the rappin', Jimi Hendrix in his prime
A little bit of Lennon and Zeppelin up in the mixture
Stumblin' around on more drugs than Keith Richards
Hard body spitta, overnight deliver
Lyrics sharper than Legolas's arrows up in the quiver
Liquor by the pitcher, beer by the thirty rack
Droppin' dirty ass, intelligent wordy raps
So raise your hands to the God damn roof
Sippin' white grape juice with the eighty-five proof
I'm the truth, go to parties in my birthday suit
And holler at any chick I think's cute, and to boot
I'm an artist to my roots, and I got the soul
Rollin' deep, shit I'm showin' up with Jacques Cousteau
I'm a pro, here to show you what this rappin's about
So put 'em up like you have balloons attached to your house
[Chorus]
Yeah,
I love girls,
What's the matter with that?
And they like me back
As a matter of fact.
See I'm at the bar
Grabbing a drink,
Give 'em a wink.
If she smiles
I'll be over there quick as an eye blinks.
And I think you lookin' real sexy, yo.
If you wanna hit the dance floor,
Let me know.
I'm already thinkin' about hittin' it
Or licking it like licorice.
Wishin' the perfect image
It change up the sun into me.
Your style,
Girl I'm diggin' it.
She stay fly
And if she got the fresh kicks on
I gotta say hi.
I be
Highly
Skilled with the rhythm
Don't try me.
Step up in the club,
No I.D.
Like I don't give a fuck
That I'm 19.
Find me at the bar doin' work,
Lookin' for the girl here with the shortest skirt.
Now go back forth,
Right left,
Pull it,
Push till you're running out of breathe
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Back forth,
Left right,
Grab it,
Tongue goin' at it all night
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Screamin' Ay Bay Bay
In the club
So make way.
Just had a pay day,
Ya need vajayjay,
Okay?
Now y'all ain't ready for this,
Girl so just stop.
Take a break real quick.
Not smoother,
Slick,
But my game's still sick.
I'll make Tila Tequila stick to the dick.
Listen to this;
Hip-hop song soon as I enter.
For stop on the list,
To the closest bartender.
Checkin' on the list
As to find me a chick.
After I sing right out my peoples
And drank a bit.
Taking shot after shot after shot after shot.
If I got money,
Then why not?
I got lyrics,
And rhyme hot.
I got the hottest bitches on campus on my-
What?
'Cause it's all about the sex man,
Just jump on the dance floor
And grind like an X-Game.
Now go back forth,
Right left,
Pull it,
Push till you're running out of breathe
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Back forth,
Left right,
Grab it,
Tongue goin' at it all night
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
One time
And two steppin',
I'm two steppin'.
I rhyme with perfection,
I grind with aggression.
I'm from behind
On the side in resection.
Got it on her mind,
But the grind's my profession.
If she get blogded
Cup a wine for refreshment.
On the dance floor
Tryin' to find a contestant.
So try to find a contestant,
What a shame
Even if you're fine
You're a freshman.
Three of four options,
Never nothing less than.
Dimes do it
Never find my dimension.
Eights and nines,
And two or three sevens,
And if you line 'em up
It's booty meet heaven.
A couple shots here and there
Feeling invincible.
Mami over there
And her friend's irrisistible.
I scored 3,
And called it the hattrick,
The transition from the dance floor
To my mattress.
Just grind with me,
Yeah, grind with me.
Yeah,
Drop it to the floor
Girl, grind with me.
Just grind with me,
C'mon and grind with me.
If you hustle on my rocket
And you grind with me.
Now, grind with me.
C'mon and grind with me.
My sexy women and the bar
Just grind with me.
Now grind with me,
Get on your grind with me.
Who can grind with me?
Now baby grind with me.
Yeah.
I'm feelin' good.
Stay on that grind, baby.
But you got a bag full of dubs in your pocket,
And a fat ass baggin' all up on your shit,
Stay grindin'.
Yeah, Webby (haha)
Uh uh
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)
[Verse 1:]
We goin' down, town to town the whole court
East to west side, got fan support
I serve 'em with the music like a delicatessen
What will I do next, got Connecticut guessin'
Leave a hell of an impression, my words are my weapons
Now that my name's stretchin' they startin' to feel threatened
I'm rowdy, I'm rough around the edges and I'm reckless
Rock mics from New York, Philly to Texas
Eat rappers for breakfast, murder a beat
Got peoples from Florida to Old Orchard Beach
Up north, but of course I show up with a team
Roll deep like e-pills on submarines
Blow up scene, half and half I need cream (or C.R.E.A.M.?)
So I can add some thickness to the pockets of my jeans
One day I'll be on that TV screen
But until then I'm chillin', just livin' the dream like
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)
[Verse 2:]
We goin' down like a light switch, we on that hype shit
Middle fingers aren't concerned about politeness
Rip mics righteous, who could not like this
Eagle in the sky while you birds still flightless
Do nothin' but travel, flowin' 'n' such
Got girls across the east side blowin' me up (bling bling)
They all got Chris Webby in the tape deck
Jersey Shore to my mama cita in (Great Neck?)
Sorority girls from Hofstra to Adelphi
Down in L.I. they bumpin' that Webb Y
And I'll make sure that they all are pretty
Got a Barbie bitty down in (Gardner City?)
I guess I got hoes in different area codes
CT two-oh-three to eight-six-oh
And how could I complain about gettin' laid off of mixtapes
Even though I probably got kids in like six states
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)
[Verse 3:]
We goin' down like the temperature in winter
A skinny white boy inked up, no printer
CT Simba, knock 'em down yellin' out "Timber! "
For those who support all of my ninja
That's what it is, I'm here to make it pop off
Lyrical hot sauce too dirty to wash off
I'm a boss with suburban swag
Spittin' since I had a fuckin' pet hermit crab
I'm burnin' bags, turn in a swervin' cab
To the school of hard knocks (capitalize that?) where I learned to brag
And when we roll up to show our face
Bitch I'm walkin' in the door like I own the place
Just gimme one mic, I'm the dopest look
How to Be a White Rapper - I wrote the book
And that's just how it is, and that's just how it be
So keep doin' you, everybody lovin' me
Yeah
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Eh eh eh ehm, yeah, Webby
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)
We goin' down
Yeah, Chris Webby, Oncue
Sometimes I just wanna go back
Be a kid again ya know, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I wanna go back to bein' a kid
Everything was easier, ya had to just live
I was a little dude, chillin' with my nose runny
Eatin' grilled cheese and watchin' Doug Funny
Havin' play dates, buildin' Legos with my boys
And buyin' kids meals just so I could get the toys
Way before Twitter, Wii and PS3
We used to play capture the flag and hide and seek
Freeze tag with them Velcro kicks on my feet
Or them light-up sneaks, on the bus rollin' deep
Back before I ever smoked weed yet
Used to run a 7-minute mile during recess
Now it takes like 9 just to jog like half of that
Wanna go back to that, kick it in the Cabbage Patch
And that's where you can find me
It's Chris Webby dog and I'm a product of the 90's
[Chorus: Oncue]
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back to the very first time
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I wrote my first rhyme
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I learned this crime
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back and move forward and shine
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Bein' a kid was just plain illa
Chillin' havin battles my action figures
I had every Ninja Turtle and every one of the X-Men
Teddy Ruxpin was my muthafuckin' best friend
Mighty Max and G.I. Joes
Goin' home with grass stains, Mama clean my clothes
Roll with Tamagotchis in my pocket
A holographic Charizard card, I got it
The Megazord dope, kill it with the weapons
The Pink Ranger gave me my very first erection
Lion King was the shit yo, enough said
When Rafiki drew Simba got it tatted on my leg
Way before I knew what an e pill was
I used to eat mad candy just to catch a little buzz
Now who could rock like I could
Time goes on but I'll always love childhood (uh)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Oncue]
Hey big guy, you already said it
No rewindin' tape, no need to edit
Ever since 7 I've been grindin for my lettuce
'Cause my mom and poppa told me no one gon' let us
Get it, so sick I need a medic
At age 8 imagined a Marsialago
Comin in with Donatello and Leonardo
Rocked a mask like Zoro, wanted money like lotto
Summers by the beach house, murdered that gelato
Homerun derby had the hoes screamin' "Bravo! "
Now I grew up I'm the man with the hot flow
Don't know no gangstas, bloods, vatos
You can't see me 'cause it's hazy from the pot smoke
I'm goin' way way back, hey Dad press this record on the 8-track
If you don't let me get 'em I'm a paint my face black
Yea, this is where I show you how nice I am. 50 bars.
I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy
The only player out with a CT jersey
You see me, heard me, felt me, purely
The sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure me
I am surely, a rhyme busta, fuck ya
If you go against the kid then I'll have to crush ya
Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya
Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska
Take that suckas, hit em with brass knucks
And kick em with Tims on and fuck that ass up
I eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds up
Should be in a trash can, shit I'm grouchy as fuck, yup
I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya
Shock ten thousand volts, Zues lightnin bolt ya
So keep your courage close if I go and approach ya
Cause I'm here to "Face Off" like Nick Cage and Travolta
Spit molten flows that shatter your chest
Leave you with a broken nose for a lack of respect
So please son, if you really wanna battle the best
I'll put your fuckin life in "Jeopardy" like Alex Trebek, yes
I'm not your average vet, blastin a tek
I'll ravage your set, beat you up like masochist sex
I never met another rapper of my caliber yet
But them beatin me is like me passin an Algebra test
I be flippin like a calender, lyrics be scorchin em
Rap valedictorian, swingin, stingin like scorpions
Skin whiter than porcelain, but bringin them dark forces in
Sick like the shit they caught on the Trail to Oregon
I'm talkin Cholera, Scarlet Fever, and Dysentery
It's scary, you'd swear to god I memorized the dictionary
I'm buyin if the "Price is Right" with Drew Carey
Fairly out of my mind got you runnin like Tom and Jerry
I am very mentally nuts, spit with quickness
Step to a bitch like baseball, designated to hit this
Got your head spinnin like kickflips, when I rip this
Hardbody like my flows lift weights at Planet Fitness
You can't get with this shit Chris spit I'm this sick hit piff
Till I'm flyin through the air quick as a discus
You simply can't dismiss this, ready to go the distance
In the booth feelin like a fuckin kid on Christmas
This is, me back and fresh as can be
Hell I got more kicks than the UFC
More kicks than Jet Li, or Tekken 3
I'm nice, anybody I've ever met could agree
Could it be? The dude who's droppin analogies
Hustlin to make a salary, and burnin opponents quick as a calorie
I will glad-a-ly, charge up the battery
And swing with a bat and see if I can knock your ass straight out the galaxy
Fact not fallacy, I rapidly drop shit
Pilot in the cock pit and sure as a clock ticks
I'll be here throwin more fists than a mosh pit
50 bars later and I'm still spittin hot shit
Yeah, haha. It's Chris Webby. Yeah.
Static on the beat.
Baby I get loose,
I get loose.
You know what I mean?
I'm feelin' good,
Real good.
Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.
It's that human dictionary,
Webby's always rapping A to Z.
Never smart to play with me
The flow is never A to G [?].
My style is indescribable
So nobody can label me.
Get loose with a bottle of goose,
Rollin' an eighth of weed.
Step to me,
Then I'm prepared for war.
'Cause I'm a ninja
So you know I'm down to carry a sword.
In the lead,
So my competitors stare at the score.
While I'll be gettin' high like Chewbacca
And Harrison Ford.
Immature,
Yeah, sure
But I spit that heat.
Molten lava off the top,
Baby, Dante's peak.
I just tighten up my sneaks,
And I stomp that beat.
Build a butcher
Don't even know if you want that beef.
I get loose like the crotch of my jeans.
So complex when I rap.
Can't even tell what a lot of it means.
But I be gettin' to the top
By any possible means.
With that audio crack rock
I got for the fiend.
I get loose,
In the booth
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the show
Baby gather your friends.
It's that foul mouth white boy
Back to offend
Everybody that I can.
Where's my pad and a pen?
I get loose
With the flow
Never air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I'm reppin' for sure.
Anybody and everybody can tell
It's my turn.
So I'm a show these people why Webby's
The best in the burbs.
I roll the dice like Jumanji,
No Robin Williams,
But I'll have a pack of animals
Stampeding through your lobby.
I'm the son of Zeus,
Webby spit it godly.
I'm a good fella,
Play the roll of Tommy.
With a couple of zannies
In my system
And a Callanie [?]
I'll be wallin' out of control.
I fuckin' dare you to stop me.
I'm edgier
Than complicated origami.
Throwin' fists,
I'm the opposite of Gandhi.
Never be wack,
I'm head of the pack,
I'm leveling tracks.
Etc, you step in the ring,
I'm sending you back.
You'll be lucky if you leave
And then your head is attached.
When I attack the nervous system
With these venemous tracks.
Stay loose with the laces on my boots,
Living proof,
That hip-hop ain't dead,
It evolved to something new.
So call the army
And bring out the damn tanks.
'Cause that's all she wrote
Diary of Anne Frank.
I get loose,
In the booth
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the show
Baby gather your friends.
It's that foul mouth white boy
Back to offend
Everybody that I can.
Where's my pad and a pen?
I get loose
With the flow
Never air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I'm reppin' for sure.
Anybody and everybody can tell
It's my turn.
So I'm a show these people why Webby's
The best in the burbs.
Let me get my fresh on,
Next on deck.
I just breeze through easy,
I haven't stopped yet.
People give me damages
Of sign of respect for me.
Doin' my damn thing
Without breaking a sweat.
Look at me now,
I'm doing it,
That's word on my life.
Even this bummy ass white boy
Can clean up nice.
Button up on
Hat crooked to the right.
Don't gotta look in the mirror
'Cause I know that I'm tight.
Right?
I'm just here to have a hell of a night
And I'm ready to get twisted
Grab the L and a light.
I know this hip hop game's
Just a roll of the dice.
But I know that I'm nice,
That's why I'm holding the mic.
Flowin' precise,
Whoever knew this stoner could write?
And spit venom,
Get ready for the cobra to strike.
The end of the night,
Shit,
It ain't nowhere in sight.
So stay rockin' with your boy
'Cause the future look bright.
So we get down,
Bottles in the air,
Dutch full of the kush
And my people everywhere.
And we get down,
Swag on high,
Windows low,
Base bumpin' in the ride.
So we get down,
Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.
You want a good time?
The Webby as well.
So we get down,
Fill another cup.
'Cause we goin' from now
Till the sun come up.
What?
I get down
Like I never wanna get up.
I'll never let up,
But keep my head up,
Dead up,
Fed up,
But not having my bread up.
But still I'm going all in
Bitch
Put your bed up.
Shred up
Any track given to me.
It ain't hard for all my dogs
And my women to see
That I can't wait to be king
Simba's living in me.
So I'm a roll with it.
Kill 'em all subliminally.
Don't even try gettin' at me
It just ain't worth it.
'Cause I ain't never seen a mother fucker
Beat perfect.
Got my own title
And I damn sure heard
That ain't nothing I got now
I didn't deserve bitch.
My feet left the surface of Earth
'Cause I'm too fly
And I don't ever have to come down,
Do I?
Who I be,
W-E-double B-Y
Now who's fucking with me?
So we get down,
Bottles in the air,
Dutch full of the kush
And my people everywhere.
And we get down,
Swag on high,
Windows low,
Base bumpin' in the ride.
So we get down,
Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.
You want a good time?
The Webby as well.
So we get down,
Fill another cup.
'Cause we goin' from now
Till the sun come up.
What?
Get down,
Like your girl on her knees
And I got it in my car
When we shootin' a breeze
And I wish I can leave
The snow and the leaves
And see the palm trees,
Get blown by mommies.
And if y'all don't say
My dick's bigger than Tom Lee,
And I'm tryin' to get a piece
Like my name's Ghandi.
Got my own shake,
Ridin' behind me
My back seat's big enough
So get inside me.
I murder this rap shit,
Murder this rap shit.
Rollin' out the club like
Stuck in the trap bitch.
Tell all these dudes
Don't jack my tactics.
Bubby, I got you.
You don't got to ask it.
Just wipe 'em off
Like a god damn napkin.
Whatever
These dudes
Shouldn't even be rapping,
See,
Me and you gotta purpose.
They should be at Mickeys (McDonalds)
Flippin' up burgers.
So we get down,
Bottles in the air,
Dutch full of the kush
And my people everywhere.
And we get down,
Swag on high,
Windows low,
Base bumpin' in the ride.
So we get down,
Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.
You want a good time?
The Webby as well.
So we get down,
Fill another cup.
'Cause we goin' from now
Till the sun come up.
CHRIS WEBBY: "GET BY" LYRICS
Yeah
I’m just trying to get by man, you know
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[Chorus]
Grind every minute of my day tryin to get by
And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high
[Verse 1]
(Yeah, yeah)
Hello, my name’s Christian, steady flame spittin’
Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system
Liu Kang kickin', Sugar Shane hittin'
Mary Jane twistin’, that’s my main mission
David Blaine magician, vanish into thin air (air)
If they got a beat to spit on, I be in there
‘Cause I rock skills (skills?), and I pop pills (pills?)
‘Til I act a jackass, Johnny Knoxville
Burn ‘til my eyes the color of a cardinal
I go all in, never partial
I'm a pure-bread, they’re just part-ill
They make a track, we forget em’ like Sarah Marshall
24/7 never will the grindin’ stop
Explore the internet, light up the FireFox
This isn’t AOL but I’m livin’ A-OK
Philosophize, think the Socrates and Plato way
Never fade away, this the raw shit
Blue print, Stanley couldn’t draw this
Flow a perfect ten, head-to-toe flawless
Give ‘em a colostomy bag if they try to talk shit
This is Saw Six, there will be no survivors
I drop the dopest fire, they just a broken lighter
I flick my Bic to the tip of the spliff
Sizzlin' piff, how I spit, try to riddle me this, bitch
[Chorus]
Grind every minute of my day tryin’a get by
And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high
[Verse 2]
(Uh huh)
Rockin’ a new shirt, find your chick and do work
Hoppin’ on every step to the top like livin’ like Hubert
I don’t do the jerk, or the rock away
But I got a lot to say in my mind locked away
Since my baptism of rap rhythms and had cats
Back flippin’ to tracks, spittin’ and ad libbing
While we livin’ let’s enjoy it
On this planet earth before we destroy it
Cause now it seems we can’t avoid it
They talk about twenty-twelve, I’m like “oh well”
But between now and then, Webby’s got records to sell
I’ve been at this rap shit too long, too much practice
Hit a lot of road blocks, always moved past it
So twist a j (twist a j),
Light up a dub sack (dub sack)
Yeah we love that, THC and blunt wraps
Bust raps spittin’ dirty as a mud flap
Since I was nothin’ but a rug rat, ahuhh
This is the life I’ve chosen, or has it chosen me
But I’m just tryin’a be the man that I should hope to me
Another dope MC, out in the open sea
Hopin’ that the sharks ain't approachin’ me
Totally mind in tact, and I don’t do it for the money stacks
Just a head nod and some firm daft
Runnin' laps tryin' to stay on track
Just tryin’a get by, what’s the matter with that, Jack?
[Chorus]
Grind every minute of my day tryin’a get by
And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Yeah
Pretty lights
I'm just tryna do me, you know
Everybody tells me to do this, do that
But I just keep it movin', you know
The life I was livin' is now finally movin'
Tryna map out my movements, make a new blueprint
But I got a good feeling now
Touch down, feet leavin' the ground, hit 'em with sound
Tryna figure out where my life is headed
Fortune and fame's a step away so I gotta get it
Hope I don't regret it, but I guess we'll see
And the industry tryna do me,
C H to the R.I.S. gotta try hard
I guess with every bar I let outta my mouth
I got people to impress, tryna stay true to me
But at the end of the day I need a cheque
I can't live at my parents house forever
Broke as fuck, life could be so much better
Everybody tells me that I'm talented and clever
But I still got nothing to show for my endeavors
This is what I live, this is what I breathe
Without hip-hop there be no me
I may have no budget but fuck it
I don't do it for that, I do it cause I love it
Tryna get the game wrapped up man
It's all I got, no backup plan
These other kids do it for the iTunes cash,
I give it to you for free, it's all love like that
And anybody running they mouth sayin they nicer will shut the fuck up
When they step into my cipher, dope word writer
On point like the bullet of a sniper
Future looks brighter, still got work to do
Everyday is a grind, yesterday was theirs, but today is mine
So every time I lay a rhyme, I know this is what I'm meant for, shit will be fine
(Ooh, sometimes I get a good feeling)
Yeah, I got a good feeling, you know
(Get a feeling, that I never never never never had before)
I don't think I ever felt it, but...
(I get a good feeling, yeah)
Shit's gonna start goin' good, you know
Yeah, yeah
(Ooh, sometimes I get a good feeling)
I'm feeling good, what can I say
(Get a feeling, that I never never never never had before
Oh no, I get a good feeling yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Just wanna tell you right now
I get a good feeling)
For real, I'm feeling lovely
(Just wanna tell you right now
I get a good feeling)
Yeah yeah
I know that today is my time
But there's a million other people that's on the same grind
So I gotta separate myself as the best,
I gotta hip-hop beat to the heart in my chest
My lungs breathe music, my veins pump melody
That's why I'm so on point mentally
No one is ahead of me, so I know eventually I'll make it
Even if it's not till I'm seventy,
Rapped for a century, determined to spit
And everything I got in my pocket I'm earnin' it bitch,
It's been a long hard road just to get where I'm at
Court case and some other bullshit don't match,
The stress that I feel you don't know about that
Until I tell it to all these other corrupts,
I'm telling the facts, you don't know Webby like that
I'm a fuck up and drop out with a felony rap
And though I'm not proud let's get that clear
But I've been through a lot of shit
I'm still here, yes I'm still here
Been pedaling for a minute, now it's time to switch years
Clear skies ahead, I'm an artist to my roots with every god damn line I said
Cruisin', and all this will all be worth it dude
Now relax, cause we finally movin' life
(Ooh, sometimes I get a good feeling)
Get a feeling, that I never never never never had before
I get a good feeling, yeah
Just wanna tell you right now
I get a good feeling
Just wanna tell you right now
Say that's fer sher
And that's fer sher.
That's fer sher,
That's fer sher.
I'm a beast.
(That's fer sher)
Kill a beat.
(That's fer sher)
Spittin' heat,
'Cause you know I play for keeps.
(That's fer sher)
Rap nice,
(That's fer sher)
Plus I'm white,
(That's fer sher)
Just give me the mic
I'm a kill it,
Damn right.
(That's fer sher)
I'm a punch line protege.
Dope?
Yo, I gotta be.
Spit it and flip it
And get 'em jumpin' like a wallaby.
But I ain't no Rocko's Modern Life,
Still these kids are watching me.
Sicker than pathology,
I'll vomit on you
Probably.
Keep rhythm like Tommy Lee.
Now tell me,
Who's stopping me?
So everybody stand up,
Get them hands up like a robbery.
I'm a hot commodity,
Bangin' bitches condom free,
Chuggin' bottles till I'm more fucked up
Than the economy.
Mic check,
One two,
One two,
Three four five six seven eight nine,
I generate rhymes
I don't live in state lines.
Spit so sharp
I can penetrate spines.
I rap fer sher,
With a bag of the herb.
Yes sir,
Observing
Actual words
And I rap from the curb
To my pad in the burbs.
I'm a bull moving up from the back of the herd.
I'm a beast.
(That's fer sher)
Kill a beat.
(That's fer sher)
Spittin' heat,
'Cause you know I play for keeps.
(That's fer sher)
Rap nice,
(That's fer sher)
Plus I'm white,
(That's fer sher)
Just give me the mic
I'm a kill it,
Damn right.
(That's fer sher)
Said that's fer sher,
When I come and show up right at your door,
Smack your jaw,
Got you drinkin' dinner through a plastic straw.
Rap it raw,
Speaking hard.
Caption, just put me in charge.
I'm a treat 'em like astronomers
They'll be seeing stars.
A rap flower,
Take your chick and bend her back over.
'Cause I hit more pussy
Than abusive cat owners.
Never catch my ass sober,
I'm always passed out
And yeah your girl's a dime,
Well mine's a half ounce.
I hit a track,
Bounce,
Rip it when I speak slow.
I'm just a wild boy,
You could call me Steve-O
With a mean flow,
Rockin' my jeans low,
Reppin' the burbs
To the fullest
That's where I be, bro.
'Cause I'm a dog,
I shop at Petco,
See?
I'm just a greasy ass white boy,
S-O-B.
Hot comerda
Rock n' roll
To a techno beat
With a weed sack
Stickier than a gecko's feet.
Gee,
Girlies can't help themselves
Lookin' at the kid,
'Cause I'm so damn hot
They gotta put my in the fridge.
You heard,
That's my word,
Chris Webby be the illest mother fucker in the burbs
And yes
That is fer sher.
I'm a beast.
(That's fer sher)
Kill a beat.
(That's fer sher)
Spittin' heat,
'Cause you know I play for keeps.
(That's fer sher)
Rap nice,
(That's fer sher)
Plus I'm white,
(That's fer sher)
Just give me the mic
I'm a kill it,
Damn right.
(That's fer sher)
Yeah,
It's Chris Webby,
Ah ha ha,
Webby.
Time to go get 'em,
I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.
Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.
I'm a suburban white rapper
But I make it work
And now I'm comin' out the blue
Like a baby smurf.
And yes I plays the perp,
Put that L in rotation,
And I'll be doin' that
Till I catch probation.
Stop yo hatin',
I'm just here laughing
Spittin' intense
But I'm not going
Camping.
Soon to be the champion,
Steadily advancin',
Run the fucking beat till I'm crampin'.
Dancin' around everybody
'Cause you know that
Webby got 'em rollin' deeper than Bikini Bottom
Pick 'em up and drop 'em.
I'm a comacozie driver
Blowin' up in terms of rhyming
And I'm so hard
That nobody could revive 'em.
Rappin' louder than a siren,
When I show up in the ambulance.
They gone scrape you off the floor
Man you'd never stand a chance.
Climb that hill
Like an ant
Top speed accelerate.
But the top
Ain't enough for me
I'll always elevate.
Smokin' that celery
I'm the best flowin'.
Leave your chick knocked up,
Call me Seth Rogen.
Back,
Round two,
I didn't kill 'em with the white noise.
MJ's dead,
Now we need another white boy.
I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.
Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.
I run the game
Like the banker in Monopoly.
Ain't no one on top of me,
Except the chick sayin,
"Put your cock in me".
I'm cocky
And I'm probably the illest,
No modesty.
If Em ain't the nicest white boy,
Then I gotta be.
And I don't need a gun,
Never let the cannon shoot.
Jumpin' over mother fuckers
Call me Crash Bandicoot.
And it's true,
I'll knock you outta your socks
And your boots.
Eat you like an animal,
I'll put 'em in a sandwich dude.
Damn it you,
When I put it on,
Wax man.
A dirty mother fucker,
I just hopped out the trash can.
And pussy?
I'm gettin' that fam.
My dick's been in more holes
Than my brain's gone in a cat scan.
And battle me son?
You don't really want it.
Comin' back with my shield
Or I'm coming back on it.
A Spartan to the heart,
I will knock you unconscious.
Flyer than a pilot,
But no relation to Pontius.
A toxic avenger,
In to the Twilight Zone,
Bro,
And I'm coming back never.
Music's runnin' through my veins,
Webby is a beast
And I do my thang.
I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.
Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.
I am who I am
And nobody can change it.
And I'll get through our meet
Till I get myself famous.
A pocket full of change
For the day;
I am anxious.
And make myself money
Off a mastery of language.
The portrait's been painted
So bitch,
Better back off.
Pick up the mic,
And kill it because I'm that raw.
And the next person to compare me to Ash Roth,
Is getting every feature on their fucking face
Smacked off.
I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.
Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.
I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.
Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
[Rotimi:]
Uh, hahaha, let's go
Yeah yeah (uh), yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah (uh)
Rotimi (yeah yeah),
Chris Webby (yeah yeah uh)
I'm a do me (yeah yeah uh)
See I'm a do me (yeah yeah uh)
[Chorus: Rotimi]
I don't really wanna grind no more 'cause the stress be killin' me (killin' me)
But I know I gotta reach for the top, don't stop 'cause I will achieve (will achieve)
I don't wanna be broke no more 'cause the labels can't recognize dope no more
Ay, ay ay ay ay
I gotta do me, so let me do me, I wanna do me
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
There's been a lot before me, but Webby is next
So it's about to go down, like lesbian sex
With lyricism on a level that my enemies sweat
I'll sit here and freestyle till I get my respect
I'm just a little rascal, leave 'em baffled
No hassle, skin tone white as Eddie Haskell (haha)
Webby spit it, you know he did it
Move too fast, no speed limit
Stay blasted, rollin' up a quarter
Poster boy for Attention Deficit Disorder
Jump the racial border, "a white kid rappin'
And he's from the suburbs too? Damn, what happened? "
Smooth as butter, never known to stutter
All about my green, I'm a fuckin' tree hugger
Lyrically, I'm sharper than a fresh boxcutter
That's why I'm gon' make it, word to my godmother
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Get down (down), move when I say so
I'm like Eragon, spit fuego
So tight I could sell it to Billy Mays yo
'Bout to be on top, Player 1 Halo
So what I stay broke, I'll have that money soon
Oh yes, it's comin' soon, haters just stay tuned
I'm a typhoon, you're goin' overboard
Stay high, what the fuck should I be sober for?
Haven't earned yet, but I deserve checks
What other rookie's I'll enough to come and serve vets?
No matter how sticky the purp gets
I'll be pullin' stunts like Rob Dyrdek
Has it occurred yet that I'm dope, murder a track
'Bout to take the game over it's as simple as that
And if these damn labels couldn't understand that
Finito, I'm done, press rewind on a track, like that
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I get on the mic, and I start reciting, or writtin', I'm like a titan, ain't nobody **** with that
Poppin' vicodin, and fighting, striking, and biting, quicker than lightning every time that Webby gets up on the track
'Cause you know I done it, I kick it, pun it, and bun it, step to me and you'll get punished 'cause I'm always spittin' crack
Split a couple dutches, get blunted even though I'm so broke I had to get fronted the money for the twenty sack
Baby, I'm a killa, with microphone's who is realer? I eat em' like quesadillas every time I'm comin' through
My skin may be vanilla, but I'm iller than any other spitta you heard of recently, and that's just how I do
'Cause you know I rap it, cause havoc over the atlas, someone needs to open my brain up and tighten up the screws
Talent, yes I have it I'm magic, puff it and pass it 'cause I'm spittin' on the mic until my face is fully blue
Pick it up and drop it, I rock it no one can stop it, I pop it, lock it, no one can ever copy what he does
Rock on any topic while coppin' exotic product from the tropics that will leave me a very solid buzz
'Cause everyday I'm twistin', it's my mission for Christian to blow up like nuclear fission when I'm pullin' up the rug
From under your feet while hittin' your vision with the rhythm, kick flippin' over you motherfuckers and pullin' bud
'Cause you know I'm going and {stay} showin' you that my flowin' is potent, 'cause I am always spittin' out the truth
Ahem, yeah.
I get rowdy,
Rough,
Drunk,
Reciting an anth
On the table all night
I'm the beer pong champ.
What?
Drink until my mother fucking
Liver gets cramps
And I've lost everything
Within the pockets of my pants;
Like, shit where's my phone?
Keys?
Shit, who has my wallet?
Dude, you probably lost it,
You stupid alcoholic.
Ha, fuck you bitch.
I weigh 160,
So it only takes a few shots
To get myself tipsy.
Yeah, you're more than I'm drunk
Then I move on to wasted,
Black out,
Find me passed out on the pavement.
Slurring every statement,
Vision getting blurry,
Sipping 40's from
4: 40 to 2: 30.
I'm dirty,
Plus I ball like Michael,
Get wasted like plastic that isn't recycled.
Oh shit,
I'm too fly,
Rhyming it nice,
So drunk I could get a DUI on a bike.
Mix up the lime
With a little co-co-nut.
Taking shots from the half filled
Solo cups.
Get smashed like dropped pottery,
Probably,
Couldn't walk a straight line
If I had a fucking cop watching me.
Walking into shit,
Like I couldn't avoid it.
Just looking for a girl,
Tryin' to make some poor choices.
But whether I get laid
Or end up in a brawl,
I just blame it on the a-a-alcohol.
'Cause I'm drunk,
So do not play around with me.
'Cause I'm drunk,
Somebody take away my keys.
'Cause I'm drunk,
Shit I can barely even see.
I think it's time to make some bad decisions...
('Cause I'm drunk)
Hey yo,
I come through already blunted,
Like flip cup,
Who won it?
Twenty on the table, son,
I'm about to make a honey.
You can make it rain,
But I'm 'bout to make it sunny.
That means I keep my money,
Buddy I'm not a dummy.
Day and night,
It's the kill.
Looking for some honey,
Got my homie Chris Webby
To make sure she ain't chubby.
'Cause I drank a lot of bubbly,
In the living room stumbling,
Everybody lookin' lovely
But I came here from the [?].
I love the (star beefs),
And I can't control it.
Might wake up with
Missing teeth
Like the hangover.
I might wake up with a naked slut
From Angola.
I don't know bro,
I'm just saying,
I ain't staying sober.
So move over,
For this fat bitch
Puts roofies in my cola.
Cool,
That's what I wanted,
Wrestling sumo with (a cobra?).
There,
Beware when it's time to go upstairs,
Fuck a trojan,
Got socks,
Make sure you go up there.
'Cause I'm drunk,
So do not play around with me.
'Cause I'm drunk,
Somebody take away my keys.
'Cause I'm drunk,
Shit I can barely even see.
I think it's time to make some bad decisions...
[Verse 1:]
I couldn't stop staring when I saw her at the bar
Walked over and introduced, she said "I know who you are"
She said she liked the rapper type, no matter if their black or white
And I'm like hmm, it looks like I'm gettin' ass tonight
Spit some I'll game then it was back to the house
Bent her over then I hit it from the back on the couch
Banged out for two hours then she slipped me her digits
Called that bitch the next day cause I still hadda hit it
Then the night after that, then the night after that
To the point I'm thinking I might wife it in fact
We decided to go out, it started going well
The sex was straight I'll, plus she was sexy as hell
But she was obsessive as fuck, straight up nuts
Started looking through my facebook texts and stuff
Comin' at me like "Who's Amy" "Nobody your my baby"
But little did she know that I'd been bangin' Amy lately
[Background Chorus: Jason Mraz Sample]
She's mostly a ghost the way she watches over me
She's controlling my brain activity knowing when I go [x2]
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Oh yea... that text, that text message was nothin' baby
Amy's uhh... Amy's my study partner in class
We, we do like lab's and shit together, I swear to God yo
Yea don't worry about it, you my baby
(Under breath) Stupid ass mother fuckin' bitch
Can't stand this bitch!
[Verse 2:]
We still stayed together cause the sex was unbeatable
But she was straight obsessive to the point it's unbelievable
I still hit Amy on the side with stealth
Comin' home to "If you left me, I'd kill myself
For real, I love you baby, we'll always be together
We'll get married have kids and love each other for ever"
And I'm like, uhhh, shit she's a nuts bitch
A psycho, one I never should have fucked with
The next day I come home and she's sitting all alone
Balling her eyes out and looking through my damn phone
"So who the fuck's Amy, I just read this text
""Last night was amazing, "" oh what'd you have sex? "
"Baby she's my study partner yo, don't you remember? "
"In what fucking class you said that shit last semester! "
"You know what fuck this, grab all your shit
And get the fuck out of my house, crazy ass bitch! "
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Yea that's right get the fuck out of here.
Crazy mother fuckin' bitch.
Grab your shoes.
Yea grab those stank ass underwear from out of my room too
I ain't even playin' with you bitch, get the fuck out.
All in my shit yo, what the fuck is wrong with you, get the fuck out.
Damn!
[Verse 3:]
We broke up, but I still can't get rid of this female
She called, sent texts, shit she even left emails
Just tryna get her out of my life, she's really scaring me
(Phone ring) "Hi baby" "Bitch go seek therapy! " (Hang up)
So one night me and Amy come back to the crib
Flip the lights on, and there she is
Holding a pistol and I'm like "Where the fuck'd you get a gun! "
"What I never told you? My dad has one
Oh what, so I finally get to meet this little whore? "
(Bang, Bang) And Amy dropped to the floor
"You been fucking her the whole time and called me baby! "
"I can see why your angry but you ain't have to shoot Amy! "
Now my mind's racing as I thought of the words
"Just give me the gun babe, we'll go back to the way we were"
"You promise? " "I promise, I love you yo
Just give me the gun please, yea, nice and slow"
[Chorus:]
Yea there you go, just give me... there you go.
Pull a fucking gun on me! Are you out of your fucking mind!
You fucking psycho bitch, you have crossed the mother fuckin' line.
Nah, nah ya know what, BITCH!
(Gun cock and fire)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in flight school, I'm takin' flight brotha
Pilot of my own plane like the Wright brothas
Pull an Amelia Earhart
And just sky-rocket to the top of the charts
I'm with John Glenn and Neil Armstrong on the moon
Blastin' off to Mars, I should be there soon
Skip Jupiter and hop right over to Neptune
Hit warp drive, aliens be smellin' the fumes
I'm so fly I'm in the galaxy, no handlin' me
I chill on Pluto 'cause man you're still a planet to me
I take flight everyday, launch pad, okay
Rock Orion's Belt and dip my cookies in the Milky Way like
[Chorus:]
Come, come fly away with me
We'll wander through the stars
And touch down on Mars
So come and fly away with me
No need for gravity out in the galaxy
So come and fly
[Verse 2:]
I live it how I say when I ride that beat
Not even Captain Kirk know how to fly like me
In outer space, somethin' like Anakin
Then I turn to Vader and can't nobody damage him
I could make the planet spin, peace and I'm outta here
Lightin' up a blunt as I'm passin' through the atmosphere
Pass it to my passenger, mami's gettin' high now
Me and her are nuthin' but a light up in the sky now
Sex on a space station and she loves it
No gravity needed we just does it
Fly can't top me, can't nobody stop me
Better get your telescope out and just watch me, yeah
[Chorus:]
Come, come fly away with me
We'll wander through the stars
And touch down on Mars
So come and fly away with me
No need for gravity out in the galaxy
So come and fly
[Verse 3:]
I am now so fly that astronomers study me
Time to fly away, mami you should come with me
Scoop her up in the Big Dipper
Crash-land on Saturn, burn and sip liquor
Earth is okay, I'm right here today
But tomorrow I'm gonna be light-years away
No Apollo 13, mother fuck a space shuttle
Way above Sky Lab, stars, and the Hubble
Causin' mad trouble 'cause home was too boring
But I'll be back eventually when I'm finished exploring
So, ground control to Major Tom
I'm gone to infinity and beyond
[Chorus:]
Come, come fly away with me
We'll wander through the stars
And touch down on Mars
So come and fly away with me
No need for gravity out in the galaxy
So come and fly
So come and fly
So come and fly
If you could fly, would you fly with me, with me?
I don't have a Master's or Bachelor's, just a certificate sayin' "Certified Rapper", fresh, fly, and dapper
Cracker with cheese, and Connecticut steez, bitch I'm cooler than a summertime breeze, hoe please
In my jeans two cahones you better respect, you couldn't get me with a net I'm the deadliest catch
The record labels ever seen, lettin' off steam, sippin' lean, American jumpin' bean
I'm a fiend for the opposite sex, when I put your feet up by your neck, baby make us both sweat
Yes, I'm a damn dog like a Labrador, everyday I'm baggin' whores, fuck you think I'm rappin' for?
And so what I be comin' out of Connecticut? I'm sick of rappers gettin' big with no prerequisites
I be certified check the rap sheet, while other kids were math geeks and athletes, I was a rap freak
'Cause you know that I'm about to get it poppin' no start button for you, there's no option
Sippin' a concoction, I'm no boy from Boston, the tristates ridin' with me, and stay rockin'
Never spit a flow that you won't feel, givin' you the news, fuckin' April O'Neill
Got a Casey Jones flow, baby you can never doubt me, ten foot dick, balls bigger than Lebowski
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm certified whatchu think about that? Cause' half these cats nowadays can't even rap
Baby I be certified, this is just a fact, freestyle, written, whatever it's all crack.
Baby I be certified, goin' to the top, cause' I can actually spit this ain't no pop
Baby I be certified, make the crowd rock and do it all out of my love for this hip hop
Baby I be certified
Be certified, yes I be certified so if you comin' with the beef, then I'll be servin' fries
Murder guys with the style I run, from here to kingdom come and then some son (what?)
Professor Plum with the candle stick, killin' beats yo I'm on my Charles Manson shit
Hardcore, yo they softer than the Hanson clique, get buns everyday another random chick
Got my own lingo, never understanding others, roll deep with a muthafuckin' band of brothers
So flawless you'll be thinkin' "Uh, can he stutter? ", nah not this slick-tongued panty-stuffer
You'd think Einstein lived in my house, get brains all day cause that's what wisdom's about
Summer Sanders sucked my dick until I Figured It Out, and then I sent her back to Nick with my kids in her mouth
'Cause you know I get it done d-d-done-d-done over any beat, just give me any one w-w-one-w-one
With styles vicious got you wanna fuckin' run-r-run, cause there's a lot of money, all I want is suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-some
And I'm back-b-back givin' hip hop somethin' that it lack-l-lacks, a little creativity up on the tra-tr-track
Webby's certified no debatin' that-th-that-th-that-th-that
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
You can't deny me, baby, why would you want to, you need me,
You can't deny me, baby you want to, you need me.
Can't deny me, baby you want you, believe me.
Can't deny me, baby you want you, you need me.
I'm rap... back to attack the store kill my mom's bedroom
And deliver the baggy a crack 'cause I rap... since for you the match box
... superstitious like level fifty in black... is that dirtyness, got to see it stores like
... kill them with the wordly shit,.. with the mother fucker...
... spent in... baby everything I said...
Papa next pill moving on the next kill,
First agree murder beats with the best skill
Running shit like mister Hankie on the treadmill,
They don't even understand what I've been raping,
Tarring down Mike... see in Manhatan
I just try to hate but can't compete...
... kid... scratching.
[Chorus:]
You can't deny me, why would you want to, you need me,
You can't deny me, baby you want to, believe me.
Can't deny me, why would you want you, you need me,
Can't deny me, baby you want to, you need me.
Speak in tight every day I'm being Mike wanna be the Asia... arrest the Condoleezza Rice,
Plus it's right... with Jesus Christ,
'Cause there's a lot of cheese all I want to freak in slice
Any chick... double Jesus all I need,..
And if she cooks I reconsider if I need a wife,
They see my skin coloured so they don't believe I'm nice
But they don't mad if I'm black, blue, green or white
'Cause I've been killed around since my adolescence
I kill a bee mother fucker better grab a medic
I'm working a girlfriend white like... and... sexual wishes just like a... and sadic
From the past to present I get attacked revenges to... like a... crack dependence
Try to get my money and... and spend it
And take my competition... just like a...
[Chorus:]
You can't deny me, why would you want to, you need me,
You can't deny me, baby you want to, believe me.
Can't deny me, why would you want you, you need me,
Can't deny me, baby you want you, believe me.
Can't deny me, why would you want to?
Ye, ye, ye, ye, yea.
Woo, let's go!
Come my lady,
Come come my lady.
I am the [?],
You can't trade me.
Hate me or love me I spit greatly.
Fuckin up the track,
My town is crazy.
I'll be back on the beat,
Back like the red seat
Reclined and now I'm puttin up my feet.
Heat
Is what I produce like rub and flint.
Punches gottcha seeing two like double mint.
I'm just trying to cop a dub
And split a dutch open.
Fill it with that Mary Jane
And start smokin'.
Rollin' that shit up and get blasted,
Smellin' so good in a bag
It's orgasmic.
Drop rhythms,
Pop pills till I'm trippin'
So high that my feet are liften off the ground like a magician.
Since I started flippin'
I just never stopped spittin'.
Now I am a brain surgeon on these pediatricians.
Stay whippin', 2 blunts down
And stay twistin'.
Keep my people closer than fingers in a mitten.
Verbal ammunition and you know I'm never missin'.
More fly than, Dancer, Cupid, Donnor and Blitzin.
I am Christian,
Last name is Webster.
Tear down the rap game
Insane and clever.
Buzzed off the cocaine,
Untamed as ever.
Come down harder than rain,
Spit flames for pleasure.
The X I got won't find you treasure,
It'll leave you rollin so hard
You'll leave in a stretcher.
Better than all these clowns,
Shit I'm blastin off,
I am the next, better Asher Roth.
With an unheard flow
I'm original,
CT Criminal,
Any opposition?
Minimal.
Get up in your face,
Not a message is subliminal.
Battle with me,
Is simply not winnable.
I am the pinical of white raps
Since I started to write tracks
Blowing up knuckles
And fight back.
I like that.
I might blast off to the moon,
Smokin piff for a night,
Capped off dogs, so light that.
Puff puff pass till you fall on your ass.
Quicker than silver
And more fast than the flash.
I'm a go kill em with my flow
While their ready to go.
So bro, you know you can't rap with me.
Your about as hard as a virgin dackquory.
Spit some shit,
Swear to god I was black, yah see.
But I'm a white boy outta the academy.
I master beats,
Who could spit it after me.
So if your looking for the best bitch
Ask for me.
I'm a youngster,
The next rap from the rug like bow wow
If he was white and on drugs.
And if his tracks didn't suck,
But they does
So I'm a be a whole lot better than he was.
I'm buzzed,
You'll now that hes bad,
Like Amy Winehouse before the rehab.
Poppin' 3 tabs
I'm made like (dog jeckle?).
Bump up the base line
And you know I rock treble.
Number one hip hop rebel.
You know what I meant,
Illest MC of European decent.
[Intro:]
Ha, 2010, Chris Webby
DJ Whoo Kidd
Yo, it's that real shit
Uh, Uh
[Verse:]
You couldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole
Nobody near to this, I'm serious, ripping the mic 'til
I'm delirious
And I don't do it for the glamour and the glitz
I do it because I love it and I'm handling my shit
But there's some dudes doing it for all the wrong
reasons
Spit nonsense, think there the hottest thing breathing
Ignoring all the real MC's who don't even
Have enough pocket change to break even
I'm steaming, tearing it down 'til I'm leaving
Music running in my veins, even in my semen
Webby straight hungry, somebody should feed him
Before I got nuts, cause a motherfuckin' scene and
End up locked up again and fuckin' spend
My last penny on bail so fuck it then
Lyrically, your everyday rapper can't touch me
But rap's full of dudes with no talent and disgust me
Trust me, I can drop names, make it get ugly
But that's just how it is, some people get lucky
Souljia Boy's fifth grade vocal gets played
On the radio so much you think it was dope as
Jigga, Nas, Eminem, Busta, Fab
Jadakiss, Ludacris, maybe Lupe Fias-
Co, rap mode, clever and intelligent
The hottest in New England and ain't nobody forgetting
I'm showing y'all that hip hop exists in Connecticut
I'm picture perfect I just somebody to develop it
Right now I can't even afford a gym membership
Even though I rap with undeniable eloquence
I stay true to my roots and I know where I'm from
I don't front on no one, don't talk about having funds
Don't talk about slinging crack, don't talk about
shooting guns
Don't talk about being hard, I talk about having fun
I'm second to none, something the world has never seen
Making music is in my genes, like a pocket it seems
Rocking the screen of any fucking camera that's in
front of me
So deep, underground's where my tunnel be
Down with the dinosaur bones, grimy
I need a paleontologist just to find me
So complex every listener rewinds me
But it's my extensive vocab that defines me
I be pumping hip hop through an IV
Nobody else unsigned could out-grind me
No Ash Roth clone drop rhymes off dome
Just a rapscallion glocking the skull and crossbones
I'ma young cat coming out 21
Won't stop 'til I decide that I am fucking done
And that'll be never
The future of hip hop, bitch, it's Chris Webster
[Outro:]
Well, it is bitch
What it is bitch
It's real hip hop
Get your bars up, bitches
And we out
J-Cash, what up
Timmy, what up
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, see I've been grinding for a long time man
But I'm here now, there goes the neighborhood I guess, huh
You see I'm here to save the day with this music
Grinding to the point I think I'm really gonna loose it
But I won't lose nothing,
They trying to step to me but shit you think you could do better with it homie
Then go and do something, ah
They trying to tell me I'm crazy, but shit I'm crazy good
Step into your city, they sayin' there goes the neighborhood
The sale signs go up as soon as I show up
They building bomb shelters cause they know I'm gonna blow up, ah
Bright future, they say I'm a ticking time bomb
Until I'm up on MTV, waving saying hi mom
Grab your video cameras and get your night calms
Making history from the second they flip the lights on
I made it off being business savy and street smart
Who needs a co sign, I let the beats talk
I don't need another rapper lending help
Telling listen to some dope cause shit, I tell him that myself
I'm just playing what I'm dealt, shit it's been a long road
But I got a lot under my belt and I felt
At times it was a lost cause
But I always got back upon my paws dog
So I know I'm gonna make it in the long haul
Shit it's now or never homie, I cannot stall
So I'm gonna reach out for the stars and I pray for the best
And that's how it's gonna be until the day of my death, word
[Hook:]
Just play in, tune in to this music
Have no fear, I save the day with this music
My city on my back, and I'm a take it wherever I go
Wherever I go, wherever I go, wherever I go
Say hello to the new guy in town
There goes the neighborhood, it's what they say
[Verse 2:]
This is 12 years in the making, far from immediate
But now it's time to sink my teeth in it,
I'm on my beastly shit, cause I'm sick as fuck
You don't believe me bitch, then go ahead and spit that semen on a petri dish
You need sterilizer just to give me dap
Unless you want your immune system attacked, real rap
I'm not doing no duggy, these fucking idiots should drop the swag and take notes
Cause they can learn something from me
This is all I do man murder instrumentals
With this fire off the top like sweet tooth in twisted metal
I'm spitting rebel with a cause, deadly with the bars
Underdog since day one, wasn't expecting your applause
I respect your damn opinion, if you don't like my music
But if you don't respect my hustle, then you ain't paying attention
I pay so many fucking dudes my wallet's empty
Ain't a person here stopping Webby, motherfucker
[Hook:]
Just play in, tune in to this music
Have no fear, I save the day with this music
My city on my back, and I'm a take it wherever I go
Wherever I go, wherever I go, wherever I go
Say hello to the new guy in town
There goes the neighborhood, it's what they say.
[Verse 3:]
Fucking animal, Webby's the Serengeti type
They whipping Lambos, but I made it on a pedal bike
Not even Gatorade replenishes electrolytes
I burn, going nuts from the fucking second I get the mic
I'm the grittiest grimiest and the wittiest, yeah
Jack the ripper to the beats I'm getting busy with, yeah
And half these rapper idiots ain't even literate
I'm battle tested and ready, Webby a young Odysseus
Fire in my eyes and I hunger for success
I'm hunting for the title, while they hunting for a check, yeah
Wondering what is next, but I'm going in fists swinging
Till your ears ringing, they don't expect what this kids bringing
Though if you didn't notice, so homie just don't provoke it
I got my state on my shoulders, till I'm getting scoliosis
Never gonna stop, my life is like the script of vertical limit
Motherfucker I'm getting to the top
[Hook:]
Just play in, tune in to this music
Have no fear, I save the day with this music
My city on my back, and I'm a take it wherever I go
Wherever I go, wherever I go, wherever I go
Say hello to the new guy in town
You see I'm going down a hard road
Light speed activate
Moving at a rapid pace
Down whatever path it takes
To the top, the tippy tipidy top
Cause I'm spittin it hot
With a vicious rhythm to watch
Block to the subburbs
I'm known as a dope rhyme buster
Full of drug references and cuss words
Parents, I'm what you do not want your kids to be
Crazy little bastard on more drugs than Lindsey B
(snnniffff) shit
Back to rehab I suppose thats it
Pneumonia with the flowin cause i spit it that sick
I'm just gettin where I'm going yo I'll be there in a
I'm the shit, pound sign just sayin
So tweet that while my cd's in your Ipod playin
Always got the bar raisin
Gettin pussy like a young Hank Moody at a
californiacation, easy!
[Chorus:]
Goin down a hard road
Don't know where I've been [x2]
I've been goin down a hard road
Where the fucks easy street
Rappin since salute your shorts, rutgrats, and Pete and
Pete
Product of the 90's
Taught me how to rhyme
Grew up listening to Eminem, Jigga and Sublime
My mind absorbed everything
I'm sure that you can tell
Even if along the way I lost alot of brain cells
Oh please, you know I blow trees
And stay slick with the tongue like Yoshi
Rappin and I'm undefeated
Not to sound conceited
But I'm nice
Say it once, theres no need for me to repeat it
Put me on Ripley's I'll make everybody believe it
Hop-Hop I eat, sleep, piss, shit, and breath it
I'm a dragon on the mic
They call me Mushu
Killin any beat ten times better than you do
The days of my competitors are numbered like Suduko
Do it for the burbs baby holla at the Youtube (bitch!)
[Chorus x2]
I'm rappin better
Rip up any track forever
Raising [?] like Jackson Taylor
Call me captain clever
Cause Webster is just a genius
Spit it so seemless
Creatine flowin never comin with the weak shit
(urrrrr)
Stay fucked up, chuggin a bottle
Comin from the underground like dinosaur fossils
Shark tooth in the flesh
Where the fucks Little Foot
Writin lyrics twenty four seven I need a bigger book
And I got me some haters in CT
But they mad for one reason, Cause they ain't me
Spell it out W-E and a double B
Don't ask Y cause I'm too damn high to even speak
[Chorus:]
Goin down a hard road (ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah)
Don't know where I've been (I don't know man, I don't
know man)
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
You see I roll it up and light it when my Zippo gets
ignited
It's an addiction at this point so what's the point in
tryna fight it
Pass a bong with Miley Cyrus, and Michael Phelps in a
cipher,
Even Schwarzenegger hit it, when I passed homie the
lighter
Puffin that pharmaceutical so Cali's where I'm movin'
Blazing on a sunny afternoon this shit it beautiful
The sun is in the sky, but you still can see the moon,
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Cause I'm feelin' spectacular, puff puff passenger,
On a NASA spacecraft up above passing ya
Abra-cadabra, I'll make the weed vanish bitch
Brain damage, tree bandit, rollin' up the cannabis
Kickin' back baby and I'm lovin' it
While I be puffin on dozens of my herbal supplements
That’s just how I does it, so somebody grab a dub of
piff
And I'll go grab a dutch to split, we'll be getting
dumb as shit
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Uh, yeah, and you know I'm not the sober type
So fuckin' high that I can barely even hold the mic
Always smoking, but yea I got probation
But fuck, rules are made to be broken right?
I'm a crazy dude, burnin' watchin' paper-view,
Munchin' on some Asian food, roll a J, a haze or two
Stay higher than Harry Potter flyin' on his broom
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Chelsea have you seen me lately, I think I'm goin'
crazy
Tokin' on a vaporizer till my brain is broken baby
Rarely sober, I cant help it I'm a stoner
Always got that fresh out the baggy weed aroma
When some say it’s a bad habit, I just fuckin' laugh at
Grab the bong and pack it and hit it until I'm
asthmatic
Brain always movin' slow like it's some bad traffic
You can't OD on pot? Shit, I'll take a stab at it
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
I'm always twistin' up the ganja
Since 8th grade graduated with high honors
No one's getting higher when I roll the EZ-wider
I'll be chillin' with Harold and Kumar munchin' on some
sliders
Where's my fuckin lighter, yo somebody grab the illest
dose
I'll step my game up from water bottle bongs I built
myself
Getting super silly, smoke fills up the room
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
When it comes to marijuana I'm a heavy user
Even puffin in my dreams, pass a J with Freddy Kruger
It's like my medication at this point in life
I start itchin' when I'm stuck without a joint to life
Cotton mouth like I've been chewing on my t-shirt
Girls are third, money second, but I need my weed
first.
So you wanna burn? Hope you got an ounce to bring
Shit I gotta go, yo I'm late for drug counseling.
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Chris Webby,
Who else you know is about to go rap over some Lady
Gaga?
Yo for real.
I go hard.
Just dance, dance, hold it down
Didn’t think I’m ill? Well you know it now
What’ll come around goes around,
That’s why I hit ‘em with the dopest sound
Flowin’ now got a dub to twist
And not even Ron Jeremy can fuck with this
Cause I’m fuckin’ sick so who’s touchin’ Chris?
Treat a chick like an Oreo and double dip
Because I’m white as a glass of milk
And I’mma rap until the sun comes up,
Massive skill
Yeah I got so, I don’t gotta brag I’m ill
But I still do when I’m drunk on a bag of pills
Cause I rap shit hotley,
Everybody watch me
Cause I love attention and nobody can stop me
Go against me and I’m like John Gotti
Then you will get taken care of like Tamogotchi’s
So sick that they think I’m a zombie,
Gee whiz Gaudi
I’m so godly, rollin’ with my homeboy Abi
So you know I’mma do what I gotta do hard body
I’m the shit need a potty probably
Do it all in front of your eyes like hibachi
Roll the dice like Yahtzee, got more balls than Botchi
I’m rollin’ out top speed, and I’m callin’ out shotty!
No blitz, bitch no this, I’m so sick if you didn’t
notice!
You don’t know what I been through did you
But I still keep it cooler than an igloo
And I don’t gotta be a big dude,
I’m still a Pitbull and you’re a Shih Tzu
So strong I could lift you, pick you up and drop you
Don’t even need to hit you
Grapple rappers, put ‘em on the ground
Pin ‘em real quick no need for a second round
I was a yellow belt at 6 holdin’ it down,
Now takin’ over town by town
Wow. Let me just smash the set
And find me a little bachelorette
And I’mma bring her back to the sac and sex
Well see how the action gets,
Then round two if she pasts the test
Spit with a cleverly skilled mixture,
Big as the Beverly hills ninja (hiya!)
Rollin’ up the windows,
Light the L
Puff puff pass till we getting high as hell
Kill ’em with the wordplay nice as well,
Will I get signed soon? only time will tell,
But I’m kickin’ it for now and I love that
Postin’ up at the crib like a rugrat,
Now where the dutch at,
Fuck that.
I’m ill, Chris Webby bitch.
You better remember that damn name.
I'm Fresh
[Intro:]
Yeah, Webby
[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
So damn high
[Over Chorus Spoken by Chris]
You see I'm fresh but, um
Y'know I'm not like everybody else
Y'know, I don't got a flashy car, I don't got these big chains
But, um, I'm still fresh, y'know
[Verse 1:]
I'm fresh, motherfucker, I just hopped up out the tub
Rollin' bud, spittin' on the mic until they pull the plug
All rug, 'cos to all of these kids I'm like a role model
I teach 'em how to twist a J and chug a whole bottle
I'm a monster, I hope I didn't startle ya
Tryna get my profits in the green like a gardener
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Webby's only get an Ultima
Paint peeling off the hood, bumper hangin' off the front
Interior smelling like Bogeys and Blunt Dust
But my little dump truck'll ride 'til the sun's up
Ferrari's and Jag's, got all these gettin' chicks wet
But I'm having trouble just tryna pass the admission (Or emissions) test
Cigarettes and gas money and I'm over budget
Guess I gotta borrow a 20$ from mom, fuck it
Some people whip in Lamborghini's, going so swiftly
But my pedals on the floor and I'm barely pushin' 50
I'm fresh, ha-ha
[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
So damn high
[Verse 2:]
I'm that skinny white dude who spits every time he's standing out
Only rapper still living in his parent's house
I'm going in as soon as someone turns the beat on
Oh yeah, you're Pitbull's mean, well so's my Bijon
I got probation coming in a month now
Cop's yelling at me 'Webby please put the blunt down!'
Used to work as Leslie's Pool Supplies to bring in dough
And I should probably start again, 'cos goddamn I'm broke
How many other dudes can come in a wreck this shit
And grew up in the burbs of Connecticut
I'ma beast and I'm always doing me
Brain-dead, pot-head with that A.D.D
So try to call me corny (stupid bitch) I still spit it true
And chances are I bang way more chicks than you (true)
I'm doin' shows so who's the idiot now
When I see your mom, little sister and your bitch in the crowd
I'm fresh
[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
So damn high
[Verse 3:]
Optimus Rhyme, yeah I'm that dude
I got a lot of lyrics, and stupid tattoos
I went to private school, college shirts and doctors
Didn't make honors, sold weed up out my locker
They kicked me out of HOFSTRA, now all I got is rapping
Can drop a mean verse but can barely do subtraction
Stay true to myself when I'm rhyming and it's clear
The only thing fake about me is the diamond in my ear, I'm here
So dirty I leave your region in fear
It's Chris Webby, not that other seasonal beer
That was a joke, Sam Adams, relax
But I'm keystone nice, the ultimate 30 racks
It's a fact from the burbs never whipping out a gat brother
The only time I pull a hammer is when I'm playing Super Smash Brothers
My bank account's about as low as my gas tank
But I'm fresh, and I'm fly, if you don't believe me ask Banks
[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
Yeah
Webby
Let's hit you with some bars real quick
Axe murder a beat the way I spit a free
Lizzie Borden in the flesh come and get at me
Like the witch of the west, I roll wickedly
Can't see me like Paranormal activity
Lickidy split, I rip shit quick-ily
Get ya camcorder out, bitch just picture me
Killin' shit everyday till you get sick of me
Cause I been a beast since the priest christened me
Blowin' up ya tape deck C.T. to Great Neck
Dutch full of O.G. kush and some train wreck
Safe sex? Nah, I'm too raw
I stick it in they jaws then I get 'em out they draws
I'm a boss and break laws but never take a loss
Flyer than McCaws, I'm just doin' it because
I'm the best to do this within my age bracket
Waka Flocka, Soulja Boy: none of 'em can match it
That's it; jot it down, print it up and fax it
And tell all your boys how Webby spit that madness
Got pussy goin' nuts like I got some catnip
More than a tad sick, I murder 'em for practice
Do what I do when I... burn
Then ya gonna Puff Puff Pass, it's my... turn
I throw down with titans, I'm rhymin' more
More bars than a phone in a Verizon store
Bitch, I'm bigger than a body of a dinosaur
I'm crazy, who would ever blow a line before
Goin' into a math test, energetic as ever
And all I wrote down was my name: it's 'Chris Webster'
Too drugged up to pay attention in class
So I got kicked out and put my focus on rap
But don't do like I do, cause I'm fucked in the head
All these un-prescribed meds, now I need special ed
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a mother fuckin' pot head
Nerf Gun in my hand, step and you'll be shot dead
Still mother fuckin' crazy, don't doubt me
Pocket full of lint, pack of bogies and my house keys
Aw, Jeeze; I be burnin' the palm trees
Keystone light to your fuckin' Dom P
Lazy kid, I still live with my mom, see
Smokin' bud sleepin' late playin' Nazi Zombies
28 days later, see me in the paper
I'm a mix of Stewie Griffin with a little Darth Vader
Leave a crater in the earth when I drop my mix tape
The north star ain't this hot, for shit's sake
Chase a 40 o.z. with a box of fish flakes
They might forget my name but they'll remember how my
dick taste
Dictate the scene at all times
Cause the ninja rapper's back with an Optimus Rhyme
You underclassmen can't see the white noise, bitch
That's why my mix tape's bumpin' in ya boy's whip
Oh shit, I spit and wreak havoc
My vocal chords like twin Glocks, let me blast it
Cause if anybody steps then I'm a bury 'em
C.T.'s on my back and I'm a carry 'em
Smoke blunts till my IQ's very dumb
Stay high like the water bill at an aquarium
I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real
Fucked up, I don't even know how sober feels
Smother Asher Paul Roth with a fabric wash cloth
That I previously used to wash my ass and balls off
I'm just a dope rapper, in class chasin' a math teacher
With a protractor then copy the notes after
So hot you'll think that I freakin' sleep on a burner
Want beef? I'll force feed a vegan a burger
Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder
So A.D.H.D, that I need at least a conserver
It's Chris Webby, brain dead but still deadly
My shit's heavy, pop pills and twist heddies
So kick and slap me bitch, I'll take it like a masochist
Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rappin' with
Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a ho, slap a bitch
Then leave the room laughin' after it
For myself, I have no regrets
Time has taking what it soon forgets
Again there's paradise, in short venue
I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly
A serial killer takin' blades to Rice Krispies
An Arabic terrorist in America
If you wanna get at this, I'm triple dog darin' ya
I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey
Wren and Sippy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, bitch you best salute me
I'mma loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soakin' dudes deuce
I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues
I'mma mothafuckin' monster man
Get it poppin' like the guns playin' Contra man
Contraband,
stuck in my pipe so let me light it
Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it
Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin
burnin' rubber til I ride on rims
Brim to the side, got a sack to spark
'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park
I feel alone when the Sparrow's sing
No way of knowing what tomorrow brings
I leave my solitude upon his wings
My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's
I'm young too, but shit I've been rappin' since 3
Since the youngest Jonas Brother was still in his mother's uterus
And Miley Cyrus was in diapers, bitch I ain't new to this
I'm what you get when you mix alcohol and nicotine
Aderall, Ecstacy, Marijuana and Creatine
Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien
Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in
Then you got me, mind clinically dumb man
I can count my brain cells on one hand
But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look
Bitch, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus
I'm that villain out the comic book creepin'
Crawlin' out the flames like a demon, breathin'
Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me
A mix of Buffalo Bill and Bundy, trust me
Though it's pleasure, is to hear in time
To paint a picture's what he's left behind
Call me Bowser, hit em on the floor like boss bitch
Its inevitable that you step into my level that you
gonna end up leaving with a loss bitch
Line in the sand I crossed it, grindin' til I'm
exhausted, never gonna put the mic down I'm here right
now so what you want bitch
Still here cause I flow rhymes, mixtape shit since 09'
Only white dude in the game who made it this far
without a co-sign
Baby and now its showtime, they telling me that yo'
time
Freestyle in my destiny bitches I never wrote mine
So learn my fuckin' name, cause no we not the fuckin'
same
I'm fighting for my life in the title just like the
Hunger Games
Happy after my success, that Conneticut roughneck
Any time a beat gets killed they lookin' for me cause
they know I'm the suspect
Leavin' competition upset, grabbin' they girl and we
fuck yes
They steppin' to me in a battle and winning, that's
like me passing a drug test
Shit will not happen, ready for action, grabbin' the
mic and I'm gettin' it crackin'
No need for the braggin' I know that I'm dope and homie
you ain't even a fraction
Or what I can do, I'm comin' for you, and steadily
killin' the rappin', so fuck it I'm through, I'm
pummeling crews and leaving the sight for ladin
Takin' bottles to the face til I'm like fuck man, so
dirty my entourage follows behind me with dust pans
So slow it down, sippin' on my styrofoam
Trapped inside of Webby's world like Pauly Shore in
Biodome
I roll an eigth of fire just so it can take me higher,
molten lava flow and smokin' my volcanoe vaporizer
I haven't made it yet cause rap is full of politics, so
all u politicians suck my dick until u swallow it
My dreams must have a Twitter account cause I'ma follow
it, and any one or anything in my way ill demolish it
Motherfucking monster steadily rippin' it proper
bitches so get to the chopper
Me and star rocker speakin' it lava freakin' better
than toucus tala monca
Killer in flow, bouncin' around like I'm Tigger I'm
blow, spittin' it so outta control trippin' the dough,
the slower u thinkin' the quicker I go
The pick of the litter with vigorous flow, keep them
bitches titties jiggling yo
I stick and I go, I'm better than you, no matter how
you try to figure it bro
The villian is back, killin' a track, won't stop til' I
got me a million cash, listen to facts
R2 trigger attack, drop the magnificent rap
Gigity, gigity, gigity splat
The illest up in the vacinity's mad, killin' these
bitches like Trinitie's dad
But different in rythym so listen to that
So Mario should do is cardio and grab a flower, kid
u'll need to throw some fireballs if you gon' step to
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, Webby
See I'm trying to get drunk as fuck tonight, man
You see I'm beck here to rip another throwback jam
They're like damn, I don't know how Webby go that ham
Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan
Skin covered in cartoons, but I'm a grown ass man
I don't care about your name, when I'm steppin' to you
All I'm thinkin' about is that we got some f'ing to do
Sippin' on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do
Cause I got loose screws in my head and it's true
I need my medication [?] I'm doing this shit
Start howlin' at the moon at a lunar eclipse
Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit
And choke the fuck out of a bee until I'm losing my
grip
Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her tits
And beat it outside baby she'll be bruisin' a bit
Whip it out so you all could get a view of my dick
Because I never gave a fuck and now I'm proving it
bitch
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Holy Moly, Webby's here
Hit a house party, drink every beer
I'm just tryna find a girl real sexy here
And if you're not DTF hit the exit dear, ha
I just say what I say, I'm drunk as hell, fuck it
I'll leave and take a grenade
Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day
As long as I'm drunk, you're never gonna hear me
complain
Hey, hey, I'm the last Beastie Boy
With my dick in a girl's mouth like a squeaky toy
In a pitbull's grill, rip shit still
Holdin' my brain from all of the E pills
I'm a motherfucking crazy dude
Eatin' baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy tool
First place in a race, I'm a cross that line
So lock me up doc, cause I've lost my mind
And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
See Webby comes back with a horse plate
A liability, at least that's what the courts say
In a bedroom, get too rough
Take a bite out of a bitch looking for True Blood
Ha, I do it like no other
Condom in my pocket, still do it with no rubber
Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder
And got 'em running back to me quicker than Road Runner
And I get 'em in the sack tonight
Beat it up, I don't care if they be black or white
A tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right
Make it hot, I don't even need a match to strike
Ha, nobody could stop the bees
With a tongue as slick when I rock the beat
Sweepin' all your girlfriends off they feet
And I don't even give a fuck if they got stampede, ha
And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Damn, I'm drunk man, fuck
Couple forties deep and shit
Webby's Lab, as always you know
Cooking up that crack pot
Ha, shouts to Obie
I started in the game
On the grind and I still am
All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man
Spit it real,
And treat em like protected areas in Alaska
Cus they about to know the drill man
So fuckin illy that
I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
XR 20 or 30 milligrams
Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me
Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers
Regardless of my fuckin heritage and nationality
I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me
An alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
Liquored up not giving a fuck and living lavishly
On the go hard diet I burn calories
Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see
I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea
Toss me on an island like fuckin Survivor casted me
And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty
Running Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be
Successfull in one way or an other cus grammatically
They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpiece
Got the fuckin Grim Reaper coming after me
The good die young someone show me where the casket be
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Nobody fuckin with my flow man
Modern day Conan swords swinging in both hands
Hip hop is all I know man dank
Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin Slow Jam
Keep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
Make my haters sit the fuck down Franky Roosevelt
With that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
Captain of my movement and I'm treating all of my soldiers well
My fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
And I mean that, from the left side of my chest
I got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush
All you lame fucks getting pummeled from the waist up
I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up
Shane Mosley with punches fuckin your face up
Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
I walk in your garden
And I feel your soul
This time like no other
I don't fear to go
My eyes are wide open
And I'm ready to be
Whatever you're thinking
I already see
Come change my world
Make it better that it was before
Come change my world
You come banging on my door
Two broken angels
Sharing life's scars
You don't wanna change me
And I love what you are
Come change my world
Cos I walk in your garden
This time I can see
This time forever
It feels so safe to just let it be, let it be
Come change my world
Make it better that it was before
Come change my world
You come banging on my door
Two broken angels
Sharing life's scars
You don't wanna change me
And I love what we are
Come change my world
I'm rollin' safe and sound
Easy as a blaze a pound
Put my middle fingers in the air
And never take it down
Writing raps for me is easy
I just play around
Hit em with these crazy adverbs and outrageous nouns
And still no labels found me and fuckin signed me yet
And though I grow impatient
I know my time is next
I'm a big dog, y'all are tiny pets
I'm an autobot, I got it tatted on my chest
Optimus Primes my motherfuckin bodyguard
So I hit em with these you can never stop me bars
I'm at the sake bar
Gettin blacked out
Till I wake up on the sidewalk passed out
The judge is tellin me this is my last chance
So I gotta stay grinding like a lap dance
Got bitches bendin over like they got a back cramp
Insert below the lower back tat, damn
I'm why your girlfriend lacks pants, huh
Steady, work her out like its fat camp
Uh, yo, somebody grab a trash can
Shit, at least somewhere to ash man
I gotta dutch lit, rappin with soul
Leave you with a fat lip like you're packin some skoal
Cause I do it for the Franklins
I'm a blue whale and the games full of plankton
I'm a vet, a top threat
Known to rock sets
Tear it the fuck down for DJ Booth.net
I'm ballin truly so y'all should shoot me
You can see me on that online call of duty
Smack booty, I'm rude and intrusive, hardly lucid
Hittin DJ Booth with that exclusive
I need no excuses
I spit that crack
Play fetch with the disc jockey bring that shit back
They said Asher's the best in the burbs
Well at least that's what they said
And that's for one reason
Cause they ain't heard Web
I make a mean song, plus I kick it from the head
Always buzzin off the ADD meds, HEMPSTEAD!
To CT you know I make the best studda
No Will Ferrel but you better step brudda
Ha, that's why your girl's ass bare
I hit it, and didn't pay for the cab fare
Now relax there,don't get pissed off
I'm the survivor on my island, and you been kicked off
Think this kid's soft? R.O.F.L
I got the look, got the swag, and a flow that sells
My reputation so excels so just stop
I do more then watch for sex, drugs, and rock
I'm silly and such, fillin a dutch
Battlin dudes who simply suck
Then go fuck Hillary Duff
Tryin to rap it with my dick in the butt
And spit fire, so I'm sorry Lizzie McGuire
See, I'm rappin past the throttle
I'll crack a bottle
So you better get the fuckin picture like a graphic
novel
I got your little bastard boggled
You couldn't fuck with me even if we spittin at a
brothel
Cause I be killin em like Hostile
Murderous with words
[Verse 1]
Let me set it off cause it's going down
Now I said it, killing beats so producers look around
for a medic
I'm the reason Casey Anthony go off without a sentence
(I did it)
Plus I'm the reason Snooki got pregnant
Hustle these others cause these fuckers are under my
league
They just mad that everyone this summer is bumpin' to
Jugular punch I'm just like the WWE
Pulling off the rubber and I'll come in your mother for
free
Shout to the Workaholics cause I'm a wizard
Drinking liquor till I got my fucking head in a pisser
Puking up my chicken dinner and a piece of my liver
And without brushing my teeth I'm making out with your
sister, huh
Cause Webby don't brawl or fight fair
That's why they're falling off like Walter White's hair
Haunt your nightmares I'm givin them cold sweats
I'm at it again, now let the story progress!
[Hook]
See, Webby in the booth then I'm at it again
All I need it's a fucking pad and a pen
I said I'm at it again
Everybody go ahead of your friends
And let the mutant ninja rapper begin
Said I'm at it again
Super villain coming back at the end
I'm on top now, I'm laughing at them
I said I'm at it again
I'm at it again, I'm at it again
I'm at it again, again, again
[Verse 2]
You see, I'm running for title
They running for class president
Burn every last remnant, up in the lab getting in
Pick up the pad, letter it, don't need no swag
etiquette
Connecticut, get ready and never give my rap sedative
Foul mouth, mother fucker, better learn to deal with it
Banging Tilla Tequila, then blow a load on Mila's tits
Pull up to your grandmother's house and I make her feel
my dick
Milf hunter bitch, I'm as sick as they get
I'll be sipping on my bottle, in a room at the Ritz
With a cougar and shit, holding up a doobie and piff
I don't need no blood test just to prove that I'm sick
I'm fucking loony see me howling at a lunar eclipse
Wolfman like Del Torro, body bigger than Goro
Finish me? My combat styles are mortal
Always rolling deep, bitch better bring a snorkel
Hungry for the money, and I gotta have a fork-full
Yeah
Shit it sucks growing up man
Shit changes
You lose touch with people
You lose friends along the way but
You just gotta keep going man
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Man it sucks growin up
Gotta let go of the past
Not every childhood friendship is gonna last
People grow up, and move on for better or worse
All we prayin for is that it doesn't end in a church
We used to go on L rides like the cities hours
But now we all got real jobs, and shitty hours
And those the lucky ones who earn a check
The ones who don't sit at home all day and blow
percusets
Cause I seen a lot of people on that path
And it sucks cause they almost never come back
It's a sad truth the life it's ruthless right?
As a kid we never thought we could lose the fight
Shit we all have big dreams back in middle school
But real life is played by different rules
And reality hurts so why I always keep a bag of the
purp
And always pray for the best until they put my ass in
the dirt
Word
[Chorus:]
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for
Used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
Shattered dreams
[Verse 2:]
For the teenage mothers with a baby to feed
For the kids who think a pill bottles all that they
need
We all hit a rough patch
Get back on your feet
We only got one life
(One life)
And it goes on but now with one less
N.E.V tatted on my bicep
Shit
Nick I miss you man
But I guess that fate just had a different plan
I thought me and you would be kickin it in 20 years
Talkin about our wife and kids over a couple beers
And now you're not here
And it's hard to even say in a song
But shit I thought about you every fuckin day you've
been gone
AG, Shawn and Glock we all getting through the pain
But just know that Norwalk ain't ever gonna be the same
You even had faith in me back when we was kids
You said id get big back when nobody did
So I'm a do this rap shit for the both of us now
Cause I know you still up there holding me down
So brotha save me a spot if something happens to me
Until then
Enjoy the show from the balcony seats
I love you man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
For the kids who've lost friends and family in the past
For the kids who messed up and wanna take it all back
We all hit a rough patch
Get back on your feet
We only got one life
(One life)
If you got a dream you gotta get it man
At least try
Shit, you may never get a second chance
As a kid we never thought that it could happen to you
For better or worse, it's how I'm here rappin to you
Keep in touch with all your homies
And your eye on the prize
We all slip and fall down, push your shit to the side
Only got one life, better live while you got it
Cause only one thing for sure
Tomorrow is not promised
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
And that's it
Ya know?
Life goes on
Gotta keep focused
Nicky
We all miss you down here brother
But we'll see you though
[Intro:]
Uh, yessir
It's Chris Webby
2-0-3, where you at?
Ha-ha, yeah
[Verse:]
Get from out of my vicinity, listen see
This is the dude who be flyer than a Griffin, B
Sippin' tea, gettin' my voice right to strike out
willingly
Ready for the game, already had my epiphany
Now who could get rid of me, I show no sympathy
When I hit the track I make 'em jump like Jiminy
Cricket, and bitches be bewildered by my wizardry
And opponents be gettin' Michael J Fox jittery
Can't tell if I'm dreaming, somebody start pinching me
How do I keep killing these critics with my similes
Metaphors, I'm the Megazord, y'all feeling me
I'll rap from now until you count to infinity
Flower like Mozart, conducting my symphony
Holding down on stage with my main man Timothy
Simply a pot-head, I am the epitome
But I am who I am and nobody could reconfigure me
You think there was ten of me, the way I crush my
enemies
A guaranteed recipe for disaster, come step to me
Generally, you don't even know how potent the venom be
I'm handsome, young and in charge like John Kennedy
There is no discrepancy, I'm illy with my weaponry
I got the front goin' at the theater, no one's ahead of
I'm losin' it mentally, but flowing indelibly
So, who here could measure me 'cause you know who Webby
Just know that Webby be readily rolling up that Heddy
Tree
Smoking 'til I'm 70, get at me
And I'm spittin' it fatal
On demand like digital cable, make heads spin like a
Dreidel
I am able and mad nice, so bitch you better act right
'Cause steppin' to me is like seeing Clay Aiken and
Shaq fight
Hit 'em so hard that I knock 'em to their past life
Even though I'm white enough to glow in front of black
lights
That's right, I am the best you can't mess bro
Nike Kicks, wardrobe trashed from Mark Echo
Let's go, blazing the shit, got haze in the spliff
Bitch, I'm number one like I'm taking a piss
But I spit out number two 'cause what I say is the shit
Bitch, I'm hungry in the game I need a table for six
There's no evasion from this, 'cause I'm a leave them
on the floor dead
'Cause y'all are about as hard as an infant's forehead
I run this shit 'til I got sore legs, I need a stretch
Hip Hop chia pet, living off of weed and sex
Line 'em all up, I'll knock 'em down, I can beat the
best
Now I need a breath, I need a rest
[Outro:]
Ha-ha, that's just how it is baby
It's bars all day, I just drop bars
Whatever hobby, we goin' to the top, baby
Yessir
Get from round me [x4]
[Intro: ]
Yeah, I'm back, y'know
I'm here again, motherfucker
Just can't get rid of me, can ya
[Verse 1:]
Ayo, I'm here again like Jesus on Easter
Coming full circle like eight pieces of pizza
Only seat that'll feature, repeatedly beat ya
One two step, and introduce your teeth to my sneakers
And my pit game's strong, you know that of course
Your boy stay fresh, something like an origin floor
Or a peach from Georgia, with mad weed
My backpack got more shit in it than Dora the Explorer
Spit flames and torch ya, get fucking destroyed
I've been spitting since I was a little bundle of joy
But then I spit on a bib now I spit on a beat
When I evolve from a kid to a motherfucking beast
I don't re-invent the wheel, bitch, you know I'm unique
Break a motherfucker's confidence easy as antiques
Better try plan B, 'cos I'm 'bout my cream
And got your crew flippin' like a fuckin' [?]
[Chorus:]
I've been here for a minute but I'm back for more
More skill, more power than I had before
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And you know it's the same vindictive riding on the
beat
Call me the fucking furnace, I'm providing you with
heat
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And it go like that
[Verse 2:]
Bitches no hurting me, call me Hercules
I spit flames if you burned in the third degree
This ain't a homeless shelter, but you could get served
for free
And after that, guaranteed these bitches heard of me
Pockets fat like they chowing down on burger meat
But in cholesterol, they full of that currency
And fucking with my paper, that brings out the worst in
Fuck a fight, I cause a state of emergency
Ha, 'cause I'm MacDonald and y'all just the apprentice
So I got no need for y'all like a fucking appendix
Written rhymes master, freestyle menace
Whether off the top or not, I still kill 'em with every
sentence
So battling is senseless, my punchlines are endless
The whole East Coast on my MySpace friends list
Something like you've never seen, you'll never forget
this
Even after I O.D., word to Jimmy Hendrix
[Chorus:]
I've been here for a minute but I'm back for more
More skill, more power than I had before
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And you know it's the same vindictive riding on the
beat
Call me the fucking furnace, I'm providing you with
heat
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And it go like that
[Verse 3:]
That-dat, rat-a-tat-tat
I'm just a hitman fulfilling my contract
And I wouldn't dare, bro, use a peasant, I'ma Pharaoh
Fucked up, walking around drunker than Jack Sparrow
Cruising in a Black Pearl, step to this monster
And I'll rock ya, send you down to Davey Jones Locker
Deep down with lobsters, ha-ha
Officially the illest college rapper and I'm repping
for HOFSTRA
But this straight PG got your moms and your pops
worried
While your bobbing your head like Night at the Roxbury
Drop furious rhythms directly out your system
Bass booming so loud that it's vibrating your vision
But I'm saying, so listen, my turn taking for spitting
Is the sole reason I'm living along with weed and
living
Sub-Zero couldn't finish me
I'm here again and spilling my blunt dust on the whole
industry
Bitch!
[Chorus:]
I've been here for a minute but I'm back for more
More skill, more power than I had before
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And you know it's the same vindictive riding on the
beat
Call me the fucking furnace, I'm providing you with
heat
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
Yeah, Webster
See I've been quiet for a minute, now these bitches
think that I lost my sound
Everybody chill, I've been getting my business off the
ground
Finally successful, but to you that means I sold out?
Well fuck it so let's remind these people that there's
really no doubt
Webby's still the beast that he's always been, and I
rap hard
So check my wifi signal yo, I still got mad bars
Whippin' like it's NASCAR, still no one can touch me
All you pound puppies never stepping to a husky
Repping for Connecticut, stomping on you midgets
Smoking weed, taking pills, fuck it where the whipits?
No one can ever do it like I did it
Spit so big you gotta right click it, scroll down and
zip it
I'm Santa Claus's misfit rolling with a thick bitch
Rappers out here ollieing, me I triple kick flip
Murder any beat and leave the listeners to witness
Jason Statham ever scared to put my name up on his hit
list
I watch these record labels all assemble the full
Rise terrible rappers whose skill levels is
questionable
They have a hit single or two and disappear into
obscurity
Me? I paid my dues that's why these motherfuckers heard
of me
Haters getting madder now, wishing I would beat it
All because I fucked they girl on the top of my Tempur-
Pedic
Sprinke sugar on the bible- sweet jesus
Punchline pros leaving rappers with they teeth chipped
Webby been a genius, like I told 'em previous
Usuain Bolt on the track can't compete with this
The state of hip hop now is straight tragic
Turn the radio on, what do you know- some more wack
shit
Except for a select few, because if your nice, then
your nice
Salute, I respect you
Cause half of these cats raping these days are from a
test tube
A puppet to the label that they're soon to be in debt
Me? I'm fucking meant for this
Downloaded and rendered it
Really in the game now, I'm through with my apprentice
shit
Kids these days don't even listen to the sentences
They bumping Gucci but don't know who Jimi Hendrix is
Cranking Drake songs while they're cruising in their
mom's jeep
But never heard of Big L, Rakim, or Mobb Deep (fuck
that)
That's why I'm here to spit crack
Kids blowing up without paying homage to the legends, I
ain't with that
This shit is crazy man, it's depressing really
The game is smoke & mirrors never let deception get me
I keep my guard up so if they come and step to Chris
These wannabe rappers about to get ate like it's 7:50
Nobodies diss me? Fuck so what?
They just want me to use their name so that their buzz
goes up
So keep yapping it, pretending we got personal beef
Like I'm gonna lose sleep? Shit I never even heard of
you B
We took some BIG and some Pac and mixed it up in a pot
And Eminem is what we got so is it really a shock
That another Caucasian rapper sticks out of the flock
That's got the lyrical capacity to level a block
I'm still chilling playing Nintendo
Faded off the Benzos
Fucking these hoes, you just stuck up in the friend-
zone
Your girl texting me, ending with an XO
Fuck your Emojis, let me see them breasts yo
I'm Lou Ferrigno, about to Hulk smash this
Webby the pick of the letter like digging for cat shit
Trying be a rapper now a days is on some fad shit
Youngins' getting tatted hopin' they'll be in them mad
kicks
Thinking all you have to do is learn a couple rap
tricks
Buy some snapbacks and mad kicks to get your swag sick
Make a Youtube account, vuala that's it
The next big thing overnight like magic
But Katniss only the strong survive here
Listen dear, like the Hunger Games every single year
People rise to the occasion or they fumble it's clear
The only guarantee is that you'll see the death of a
some careers
Been on my underdog shit for awhile
No more white kids popping up jocking my style
Then I'm still unsigned
Staying hungry on the grind
Now I've been rapping along with the fans I gotta been
alive now
Lie down cuz I'll be coming for you if you steppin to
It's my time now
You cannot interfere with this shit it was destined to
Reppin' the C.T. New England shit
Tri- state too we bring it bitch
Stuck within this game when most people would rather
sing than spit
Can you believe this shit? The game is fucked man
Cause all these people only in it for the buck man
Another mixtape, all are free
Because when Webby's in the booth you know it's bars on
Straight chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fry
Like a clamb strip all day get high
Never ending story felt course stay fly
My mom's a math teacher so I gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride
At my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustle and mixtapes I'm tryna get by
Double U E double B follow with a Y
Mothaf*cka that's me and I be so cool
To be on my level you gonna need a step-stool
Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules
Breaking every law till they kick me out of school
So amped up you'd think I'm chuggin' jet fuel
Chasing a bottle of moon shine with an O'Doules
No more rules let me call up Billy Madison
And have em slippin' on banana peels if they challenge him
I'm bafflin' any competitor with what I'm rappin' and
The future's lookin' bright I think I'm staring at a halogen
Born in '88 I got it tatted on my abdomen
Product of the 90s, everyday practicin'
Then it started happenin', turned into a beast
Full bred pit with a little Maltise
Woof, slaughter any track I see
You've now been warned, you'd better hide your beats
[Hook]
I'ma never give a f*ck about you
I'm just doing what I do
Murder any beat I put my mind too
Thought you knew that's what I do
Rappin' on the mike till my face turns blue
Through and through that's what I do
That's what I do
Stop sleeping over there man pass the blunt
L ride around town and be back for lunch
Got a full plate of beats and some Captain Crunch
Me on the mike only lost a battle once
Everybody else, murked em
Cooked it up, served em
Pen in hand I got the dexterity of a surgeon
Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless
Like the names of every Mutant Ninja Turtle, I'm an artist
B*tch, nobody stoppin' what I'm sayin'
Lyrical display gon' shock em like Raiden
Everyday ragin', show me where the party's at
Where the b*tches where the broads where the hotties at?
Where the liquor where the bud, where the Marley at?
Where the stage I'm bouta give the crowd a heart attack
Life's short so you know I gotta live it up
Brim low dutch rolled I'ma never give a f*ck
[Hook]
All I got's my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause
Livin' life like a video game so press pause
Double tap X with a shot to the brain
Back back square hit em with the scorpion chain
So get over here b*tch ill kick em like Liu Kang
And fatality anybody who shits on my name
Its that tatted up tyrant, heatin' up the climate
Pissing on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants
It's that motherf*ckin' Optimus Rhyme full bottle of pills
Blunted with a bottle of wine
Fully transform bout to take over the game soon
Ain't no mothaf*cka I'm afraid to bring the flame to
Got em rotisserie while I be smokin' piffery
Making words connect like letters written in calligraphy
Not a person here stepping in my shoes
'Cause see Webby's back and this is what I do
I love women, from brittany spears to marge simpson
Just give me a rubber and you know that I'm goin in son
Ain't no tee ball but its still easy to hit them
Cuz I know what women want, call me mel gibson
Yes, cuz they know we on next
They can throw me on set, watch me go beyond sex
I ball hard but not in the kobe context
I'm collecting v-cards like a pokemon deck muthafucker
Cuz I'm on speed to the top
Downin a leader of scotch, cuz like a demon I'm hot
Look there's a laundry load full of wife beaters and
socks
Not even ripley's is sure if they can believe it or not
Watch, ill make 'em come to a dead stop
Cuz on a beat, I'mma spit it hard as a pet rock
Baby girl, you know I make that bed hot
I'm no angel, my only halo came with an x-box
Drink til I'm walkin like a waddlin duck
But I can step a straight line just to follow a buck
I'm just lookin for a chicken who can swallow a nut
Like a peacan pie in front of joba the hut
Wait what? there is no way she could ignore me
Grabbin on my woody like andy from toy story
With them lips like topanga, ill play the role of corey
And sit back and watch you do your thing there shawty
Cuz you know you cannot start me
12 beers deep and I'm the life of the party
Bring a chick back and you know we gettin naughty
Bite her so hard she be like "ouch charlie!"
Cuz you know we gets busy
Head spinnin like taz so you know we get dizzy
Datpiff top 8 with banks, luda, and drizzy
Sick as the swine flu, I been fuckin miss piggy
Really its silly that you know this dude's nice
Mommy's comin over and she's spendin a few nights
Lyrics like an emo kid's pants man too tight
Throwin mad punches just like pudding in a food fight
Ha, so I'mma hit 'em with low bars
Cuz I'm always needin me some M to the O-R
E motha fucker and you know that I go hard
I'm at the top of my game, ill send you a post card,
And the beat goes on
Got my life on repeat man the beat goes on
Nike's flat up on the street and I keep those on
Recharged and rebuilt, I can speak no wrong
Don't like me? Then f*ck you like that CeeLo song
two middle fingers up, ambidextrous
fightin for my freedom of speech but then they censor it
killin any microphone in sight just for the heck of it
It's Chris Webby bitch still reppin for Connecticut
let's get this shit, uh
I've been back on the road and going hard
Venue after venue showin em that I flow with no regard
now I'm making money, got more green than Oprah's yard
got these people like, “Are you really thinkin up these bars?”
How would you feel if you were on top?
with a couple thousand motherf*ckers aiming for your spot
but I am where I am, I'ma keep it on lock
Baby so let's rock and the beat goes on
Hook:
Oh, baby don't you see I'm falling
Looking down and I feel like I'm alone
but it down again you keep talking
and the beat goes on.
Oh, baby don't you see I'm falling
Looking down and I feel like I'm alone
but it down again you keep talking
and the beat goes on.
See, the beat still going on
Webby rock it so terrific with a flow that be colder
than the Nagano Olympics made a little dough,
put some lobster on my dishes pickin up the flow
and then I drop it on you bitches
I'm a motherf*cking guilotine
you won't have your head attached when I step up on the stage
and people say that Webby's back
can't stand the whack shit so I wreck a track
and spend my Friday murdering Rebecca Black
Uh, and I'll still be the one you f*ckers feel
and I won't stop until I got myself a couple mil
in the building and I'll show you how it's done for real
revolutionary shit, battle of Bunker Hill
But instead of Redcoats I'm killin MC's
anybody dumb enough to go against me
heavyweight champ like Jack Dempsey
shit you better step B
And the beat goes on
2 x Hook:
Oh, baby don't you see I'm falling
Looking down and I feel like I'm alone
but it down again you keep talking
and the beat goes on.
Oh, baby don't you see I'm falling
Looking down and I feel like I'm alone
but it down again you keep talking
We goin' through the mother fuckin' roof
You know what I mean?
I'm through the roof
I'm through the roof
So through the roof that I can't get no higher than I am (x4)
I'm through the roof like St. Nicholas
But I don't got no Christmas gifts I'm only here to spit this shit
Beam me up Scotty, My feet are liftin' quick
Speed over infinite, leavin' the solar system bitch
I'm out in the mysterious beyond
With a fat booty blonde and a jaar of maariiijuaaana
Sauna, flow so hot, so hot my whole life is like a slow-mo shot
Passin' mars craters, and waivin' to Darth Vader
The sky is not the limit, bitch I'm building starscrapers
Got the cigar paper, put the weed in it
Hittin warp drive, and passin' the speed limits
Reppin' 203 they know these digits
Tatted on my ribs so CT with it
Skinny as a motherfucker still I rep the Huskies
I'm through the roof now bitch no one's above me
I've been through the roof, Now I'm through the Stratosphere
Millennium falcon, hyper drive and I'm outta here
Got my light saber in hand
Been on the grind since before diddy decided he was making a band
Now I'm here shakin' hands with fans, and it's about time
Defying gravity smokin' bogies on cloud nine, high
That's how I've always gotta be
Fuckin' human oddity, always burning it down properly
So bring the pot to me, and Webby's gonna roll it up
Piss tag shit, take a week for me to sober up
Ain't no need for spellin' it out
I'm through the roof like a fuckin tree fell in your house, bitch
That I can't get no higher than I am (x4)
I can't get no higher than I am
Captain Fire up, always got a lighter in my hand
Carry so much tree that my pockets turn green
On some Tom Hanks shit, Apollo 13
Cleaner than the cut on school picture day
They tryna to step to C-Webb, cool pick a day
I'll be there to show you up, keep my jaw loaded up
Roll it up, blow a dutch
Spit it hella dope, putty always smell of smoke
They can't even see me with a telescope
Think your umbrella broke, I make it rain bitch
Ask El Roca he'll tell you the same shit
It's that crazy motherfucker from YouTube
Tryna see how many cells in my brain I could lose dude
My minds out to sea, on a booze cruise
I'm through the floor boards, I'm through the roof too
[Intro]
You know, I just be fucking killing beats, ya know?
Killing beats, man
That's what I do, yessir
[Verse 1]
Giving your adrenaline a rush
Yo, it's Webby, listen up
Italiano on the mic, eating spaghetti in a cup
When I bust, can't label it
Crazy sick and I'm dangerous
Pesci up in a scorsese flip
I'm never taking shit
Take a rip from the Dutchie and pass it to the left
Chiropractor on the beat, I get it cracking like your
neck
Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check
Like Japan's nuclear reactors, I'm a threat
To the entire Northern Hemisphere
Let Ennim know that Webby's here
Chugging Belvedere, then I follow it with Everclear
Got them like "My God" them beating me
That shit don't make sense like Helen Keller with an
iPod
Top my fioso, drinking a Four Loko
Hit them with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo
Born in ochenta y ocho, Han Solo
Always chasing pussy like a dog, call me Todo
Fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussies in
my team
Just a poly and a Silvio, kill it though
Here we go, flowing it sick, boning your chick
I'm the 23 year-old Al Capone in this shit
Holding the chips, rolling up over a sip
Even people on the needles aren't doper than this
They formerly know me as Chris, now I'm transforming
[Hook]
Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan
Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike
fear
Giving all these punk rappers paralysis
And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
And I no longer need a dollar like I did
Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this
planet
So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like
Gambit
'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet
[Verse 2]
Slicker than a Slip 'n Slide, leaving crowds mystified
Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside
This is why Webby be colossal with the flow
The next generation of Sopranos with the flow
Run shit, Lucky Luciano with the flow
Not taking a math test but I'm a problem and you know
I'm a pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonna rock
it, man
Labels fighting over me like Elien Gonzalez, fam
This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees
In the 203 with your girl on both knees
So who you think you're trying, kid?
Got the heart of a lion beneath some iron ribs
Rolling deeper than a Giant squid
Do it big, shootouts at high noon
Beat killer, the fucking Ted Bundy of iTunes
When an instrumental's looking right, I go and get the
butcher knife
And cut it up until I need a hook to write
Went from a '98 Altima and got a tinted black Camaro
Always sipping bottles of rum like Jack Sparrow
Young Rob DeNiro who charges like a pharaoh
More deadly than a Lego wasp with a loaded quiver of
arrows
Bowser's back up in this bitch, the bad guy
So when I steal your princess, you don't gotta ask why
I'm a beast and I show it through everything I'm
recording
[Hook]
Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan
Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike
fear
Giving all these punk rappers paralysis
And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
And I no longer need a dollar like I did
Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this
planet
So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like
Gambit
'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet
Yeah!
[Outro]
And that's it, ya know?
I just be, uhh, fucking killing beats
It's what I do, it's my M.O
Ya know, it's-
I don't know how to do anything else so fuck it
Drinkin... smokin... poppin... rollin...
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go!
Uh yeah
Webby back when I told you what
Get up on the stage and our show is nuts
Microphone and my cobra clutch, what?
Jack frost On the beat I be too cold to touch
Hit em with a rhythm that be dope as fuck
Baby girl hit your knees and open up
Ct vandal and I never give a shit don't plan to
'Cause I'm here to make a splash like shamoo
Damn you ran through any competition I can do
Can you figure a flow and I keep pace
Joints rolled up to the face, turn up the base till my windows break
Flow well done let me raise the stakes
Since 88' I've been the mother fucking monster man
Had headphones on in my sonogram
Came out so mean that the doctor ran
And had a full ass diaper of contraband
God damn, I'm killing the flow that's the plan
I'm fuckin every girl I can
Ball like jordan, space jam, pass me the rock and I'll hit em with a slam
Du-du-dumb baseline coming out the trunk
Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt
Money up front chase in chedder can't stop me bitch I'm way too clever
Give me a beat no one can race it better
Spit so cold I can change the weather
Bitch I've been living this way forever
Wait till the game get a taste of webster
Drinkin... smokin... poppin... rollin...
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go!
Uh yeah let me go ahead and do it like this now
Sit down making a beat my bitch now
Hit her with a right hook, chris brown
Take down your chick around the hips
Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff
This real hip-hop no counter-fit
And put some drink in the cup, bounce of this
And get loud as shit, t-rex rawr
Put my tape in and eject yours
Bangin the fuck out of the girl next door
Too smart on the mic just check my test scores
Rock with a flow when I'm around the best,
Always on the grind no time to rest
Your girlfriend ask me if I can sign her chest
And then I worked her out like a P90X
I just sign then check and then I make them bills, shit
And I don't even got no deal
I know how I am and I keeps it real
So damn fresh I haven't cracked the seal
King of the hill, wrack with the words
Proved I'm the mother fucking best in the burbs
Stepped to me do you bound to get served
No entry dish or a full desert
I'm just puttin out work, nine to five
Jet pack flow, time to fly
No such thing is kind of high
Burb down all day that's what I decide
Yeah It's CW
And you rollin in the whip when I'm coming through
We're drinking poppin another pill or two
And I'll be lovin my life, bitch how about you
Drinkin... smokin... poppin... rollin...
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Got the sun in the sky, roll my windows down
Bass turned up, that shit surround sound
I'm a dog, rollin' with a fox-like hound
And another blunt wrap, wheels spinnin' on the ground
Cruisin', I don't give a fuck where I'm headed
Gas tank full to the brim, unleaded
Fast lane flow so these cops can't catch it
Was that my exit? Nah, fuck it, forget it
I-95, no traffic dude
With my pedal to the floor, too fast for you
Break down lane, straight passin' you
I got a need for speed, it's what I have to do
Every street ahead of me is paved in gold
EZ pass and I'm out, never paid a toll
Sun roof down with an eighth to blow
Not givin' one fuck which way I go
[Hook]
Anyone could see the road that they walked on
Is paved in gold
And it's always summer
They'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry
They'll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows
Wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home
But they really don't care
They wanted the highway
They're happier there today
Today
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
On a road, this is how I live my life
No turn signal, swerve to the right
Where I'm headed, never gotta windshield wipe
Not a cloud in the sky cause the weather's too nice
The sun does nothin' but shine
Ain't nobody got a watch, no need for time
I got my seat reclined, and I never see a reason why
You go back to anything you leave behind
Lightin' up a cigarette, ash out the window
Shades on my face with my fitted hat, brim low
On my way to a place I've never been, yo
Stompin' on the pedal with my size 10 Timbos
Speed hittin' over a buck
No flashin' lights I just can't be touched
Trust, I'mma be livin' it up
Destination unknown not givin' a fuck
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I know, I know
I'mma be travelin' straight on this road of gold
Never knowin' where the fuck I'm gonna go, but yo
I know that I'mma find my way
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
No complainin', better stop that bitchin'
Get on the road, and drive and start livin'
Tomorrow ain't promisin', enjoy what you're given
Reach for the stars, enough you can't miss 'em
Follow my lead as I rip those beats
And you'll get where you're goin' when you hit those
streets
Livin' life like Gran Turismo 3
I'm just gettin' where I feel I gotta be
Ha !
[Hook:]
So keep on running
Yeah bitches better keep on running
Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running
But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek
Baby I'm a hook like where your house phone at
And I'm bouncing back
Double click and get your mouse attached
High with a pound of grass it's that
CT dude back to spit word game so accurate
Last quit, first start got soldier's heart
Back to spark with a bag of piff
So choke a hoe or smack a bitch
I don't give a mother fuck be mad at this
I'll still be right her rapping shit
Sag my pants and I grab my dick
Scandalous, cancerous because the flow to sick can't
handle that
Man of myth I can't answer this, but everybody hearing
this ran it back
Tracks on tracks on tracks like you pro two sessions
stacked
Spittin' it I'll with a vision to kill any mother
fucker that will step in my path, yea
That's just how webby be flowing, doper than ever
Hoping to sever the heads of my enemies leaving their
face on the ground then I tell 'em to hold it together
Sober? never rarely at most hittin that blunt till it's
barely a roach
But I'm MVP in the whole north-east pass me the rock
and I'll carry it coach
Brag and boast yeah I'm nice but shit you mother
fuckers all knew that right?
See was good when I grab that mic
Poler flow, cold as ice
[Hook:]
So keep on running
Yeah bitches better keep on running
Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running
But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek
Bitch I'm gonna find you like it's hide N seek
Grindin y'all just grind your teeth
Listen to and follow my directions like when Simon
speaks
Simon says go fuck yourself
Webb spit a flow that'll be tough as hell in a gun
fight with a knife out duckin' shell's like Mario cart
so tell
Everybody know that I'm back bitch straight jacket
With a xanex tablet and wash it down with the draino
that's in the back of my cabinet
This is maddness no this is sparta who rippin it harder
Pick it apart with my butcher knife herd these pigs to
the slaughter
Oh my God let's go retarded politically incorrect with
So sick that I got 'em puking and spitting up like the
exorcist
I'm maximus mixed in with a little sparticus too
And the mic is like my sword that I use for carvin 'em
through
So what that means is when I'm in the booth I'm harder
than you
So keep on running mother fucker 'cause I'm charging
for you
You see my time is now, your time is not
All I do is grind a lot, lemme count to ten
Now you should go and find a hiding spot.
[Hook:]
So keep on running
Yeah bitches better keep on running
Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'm a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet
Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant
A rock star poppin' rotches in bars
Used to flip bud now just rappin' cop me a car
No tellin', Connecticut felon, I GPS 'em
And find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman
I never cease to impress 'em
I cardiac arrest 'em
With every studio session I'm killin' 'em, no question
Webb's back, better hold your breath when I'm rhyming homes
I murder beats, I'm Jonah Hex on the microphone
Fiends saying I'm the dopest yet
And haters? I shrug 'em off until my f*cking shoulders sweat
I'm breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones
Scored a hand, I'm the winner playing the Game of Thrones
F*ck beef, my rapping style's filet mignon
Gettin' drunk, f*ck yo' driver, somebody take me home
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
[Verse 2: Slaine]
I know that I should change, but I don't really think I can
It's just part of my nature %u2013 I never cracked, I never ran
The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam
I always kept on fighting, that's exactly who I am
And this is who I am, no way that I can change it
I'm buckwild, stupid, and dangerous
My best friends are not strangers
These are the motherf*ckers I hang with
We speak the same language
And I ain't saying French, English, or Spanish, or Spanglish
I mean pain and anguish, this cocaine slangin' bang-bang shit
MAC-11s that we aim with
In other words, I'm rolling with the same clique I came with
I'm the sameness and f*ck being famous
Fame dreams are for groupies
I'm a real-life gangster that you ain't seen in the movies
What I mean is I'm truly off the hook
Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I'm that Boston crook
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back
Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag
I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me
Stealing all the f*cking insulin from Wilford Brimley
"Diabetes," rappers could never beat us
I been spittin' shit like this since I was just a f*ckin' fetus
Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome
Rollin' up the Diesel, I'm burning like Jim Rome
B*tch!
[Verse 4: Slaine]
Yeah, standin' here's a man with the past, the inspiration
For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient
The infiltration of the game
Born from a central hatred of fame
A pencil shaking with pain
An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I became
My paragaph's insane, are futuristic pictures of the
past from which I came
And this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son
My whole career's a robbery that they could never scoop me from
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Take me home now b*tch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich
(Take me home)
Welcome, welcome! All you ninjas!
Come on in and make some room
Move on over, now!
Go - watch out for the baby head!
The baby... You about to head the baby in the head.
Why you gotta take up both seats?
Just move on over!
Lets start the show
We have a special guest tonight... He goes by the name of Chris Webby
Now, this you man, hails from Connecticut
After six mixtapes
After half a million dollars
After 20 million YouTube views
Countless sold out shows
And many a satisfied fan!
All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your... Chris Webby
You see I'm buzzin' now
Shovel in hand I dug from the underground
Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds
They used to run they mouth
Shit, they Daffy Duckin' now!
Came out spittin'
First photo shoot was my ultrasound
Throwin' up my middle fingers in my Mother's uterus
Spittin' fire off of the top
Mount Vesuvius
Always caught disturbing the peace
They said I was Ludacris
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, b*tch
Smart guy like Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies
On the run for killing beats 'till the f*ckin' cops found me
On the loose again
Apple juice and gin
Out manouverin' my enemies
Leave 'em with sutures in
Cut 'em up
Cause my flow is sharper than Excalibur
Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to these challengers
Gladiator in the flesh
Swinging for your f*cking neck
Slicing up these beats
While you b*tches can even cut a check
Up next, final stop, success, like,
Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, hold on...
You gots to teach these boys how to rap.
Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap. It's wack
You got to show them the multi-syllable schemes
You got to show them the air-tight flow
You got to show them, them punchlines
Now get on in there and do your thing, son!
Everything I do, I do it with heart
Werewolf with a full moon in the dark
Tear a f*cking human apart
I'm stupidly smart
Started on the east
But my music made a westward expansion something like Lewis and Clark
Climbing up the musical charts
And me falling off?
That's like Bullseye from Daredevil losing at darts
I'm just a crazy motherf*cker
Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherf*cker
I'm lyrically inclined
Put my spirit in my rhymes
Veins pumpin' hip-hop
You can hear it in my lines
Rollin' with a bunch of goons
Everyday we grindin' on
And we All Spark
You can catch me up on Cybertron
I am on everything
Bad Meets Evil-er
That's just how the cookie crumbles
Motherf*cking Keebler!
Mark my teachers words
They told me that I should be mature
But now that my pockets beefed up
I'm never going vegan, sir
Grindin' 'till the f*ckin' day I stop breathing
Mother fuckers, I hate you and all you fucking assholes
So fucking pissed off right now
Yeah yeah temper, temper, calm down Webby
Some of these website gon' post me cause I rap for the
burbs,
Without even spinning my record or inspecting my words.
But while these bloggers underestimate my level of
skill,
I'm a shove this shit in their faces when I settle a
deal
No fuck that, I'll shove it in their faces now
Cause I'm unsigned making a couple thous for rapping in
front of crowds.
But because where I'm from these dudes don't take me
serious
And make assessments and seconds before they here me
spit.
Can you tell I'm pissed, well spectacular,
Webby's a cold blooded prick, a young Dracula.
To shatter your clavicle bone, tie you up and drag you
From the back of an Acura and then set you up in the
passenger seat.
Belt buckle you in and then poor gas all over your
squirming body,
Drop a Zippo on your lap, cock my head back laughing
maniacally, take that bitch.
Throw a match in the gas tank, blow you to fragments.
Come back with a dust pan and sweep up all your ashes
And sprinkle em on the toilet paper I wipe my ass with.
I got the craziest rap tactics, smoking crack till I
black out
And wreak havoc on women and children are like elderly
too.
Anybody who's not a subscriber to my YouTube go get it,
So if you don't like what I do, suck my mothafuckin'
dick until your face turns blue.
[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, the world's not ready
Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
They just mad of what you're destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
I know my attitude can get pissy ever so often,
But there's so many dudes in this world that's pissing
me off.
And I should shut my mouth, just smile back and keep on
walking.
But I've kept my temper cool to the point it's causing
exhaustion.
My dude Apathy told me to relax and just spit these
bars
And ignore all these fuckin' faggots who diss me,
Who use my name in the hopes that I lose my cool and
diss back
And they'll get buzzed by me putting the name in the
track.
So I zip it and continue on my promising path, making
cash
So while they're running their mouth, I just gotta
laugh,
Sit back, cop some dope from a groupie and just relax.
Even though deep in my soul I wanna go get me a axe,
Run up on their doorstep lookin' like a lumberjack,
Swing and slash till you couldn't I.D. the dude I
attacked.
But shit I've been to jail once and I'm not tryin' to
go back,
So I let it simmer in my brain until my skull cracks.
Say to myself, temper temper Webby turn it down a
notch,
Then the devil on my shoulder says to go walk down the
block,
Find a shit talker, drag him to the highest mountain
top,
Give him a parachute with a hole in it,
Throw him down and watch him hit the ground,
Splatter all over the fuckin' pavement,
Stand over what's left of him yelling "now say shit".
I know I'm a deranged headcase, but it's my temper,
I need anger management to help contain me like.
[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, sure the world's not ready
Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
They just mad of what you're destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
You mother fuckers,
I'll fuckin, I'll kick you in the god damn shins and
make you run a lap.
Fuckin' scrape your taste buds out and feed you the
best meal you ever had,
You won't be even able to taste it.
I'll uhh, scrape your eyes out and put on the Shawshank
Redemption,
It's a great movie and you're gonna miss it cause
you're blind.
Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch, just like a uterus,
And I don't need no lubricated condom when I'm doing
this.
Always got a doobie lit, swerve behind the wheel and
maneuver it,
20-20 with it they use my eyes and see the future with
'em.
Moving shit, I'm just trying to be what I'm supposed to
Supposedly I'm dope, Saint Nicholas ain't as cold as
Thing we got in common is I'm always with a hoe or
three.
Make it drop it like someone with Parkinson's carrying
groceries.
'Cause I'm here and I rap that shit, doing shows and
stacking chips,
Take my shirt off when I spit, that's why your girl is
on my dick.
Got these tats all on my body and a pocket full of
piff,
Fill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby, take a hit.
See, I'm running for the title, everybody voting
Webster.
Drinking straight tequila out a motherfucking blender
Middle finger stay up, nobody can censor
I'm a dog, always sniffing for the female gender.
Friend her up on Facebook and from there it's a wrap,
Send her poke and then tomorrow she'll be sitting on my
lap.
Even back, when I was broke, my girlies always had a
rack
Love them big titty bitches with bodies covered in
tats.
It's that marijuana twister, a twist and grabbing
ladies from the mixer
Then I bring 'em to the telly and crack a bottle of
liquor.
'Cause I never gave a fuck, I'm the type to bang your
sister,
Then go back to your crib and fuck your moms like
Stiffler.
I hope you get the picture, take it on your Kodak,
Up in Webby's World you cannot reach me with a road map
To find that you need Adderall, Ambien and some Prozac.
Always cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves
Keep on dropping heat, all you players grab your
cleats,
'Cause I'm all in this game for winning, I don't settle
for defeat.
From the suburbs to the streets I will stand by what I
speak
And I don't even know what this bitch is saying up on
the beat.
But I got a hundred bars on me,
Everything that we throw on, the credit card's on me.
Every drink that we get, the titty bar's on me
And I'll be living just like this until my heart don't
beat.
Bitches it's Chris Webby, that whitey who spit deadly,
With my foot up on the pedal like I'm Mario Andretti.
Fucker, I rap flames and murder the rap game
Spittin' 'til I'm number one with a bullet like Max
Payne.
Got that Nerf gun tucked and I'll aim it at your gut,
Better duck is the track that cracker and slapper of
big but.
Getting drunk, always looking for some double D cups,
But in the lab I'll cook it up like I'm Wolfgang Puck.
Get in the game and I go straight H.A.M.,
When I get the rock up in my hand,
'Cause I'm here to get it popping, just exactly how I
planned.
Take a stand right here for this rapping shit and keep
my lyrics accurate
Test me while beating Webby, just simply will never
happen.
Bitch, salute me, 'cause truly, I be the dopest on the
chords,
Master Yoda with the bars, I'm a Jedi with the Force.
That's 'cause Webby done got that flow, they get act
like they don't know,
[Intro:]
Put your controllers in the air
Ha-ha, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1:]
Call of Duty, online, baby, let's get it poppin'
They try to step to me with the head shot got 'em
I'm something like the best at a team death-match
Rusher of the Middle East, take it to the next map
Dope attacks to blow your back with
A natural born Soap MacTavish
Scope and blast it
It won't be an open casket, don't care
There ain't no love this is Modern Warfare
[Chorus:]
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
None of you motherfuckers want war with me
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Xbox to the PS3
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Head-shot from the sniper rifle, MG
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Murder all you bitches in that COD
[Verse 2:]
You couldn't see me with a UAV
Or a heartbeat sensor on your SMG
It's COD, and see you could never stop me
Dropping competition like a fucking Nazi Zombie
I'm cocky, ain't nobody's messing when he's on
I'm the reason you're whole team is getting respawned
Your a pawn, get powned when I come attacked with
My bluetooth and ear, always talking mad shit
Flashbang, grenades and knife 'em all day
PS3 to Xbox, can't stay away
BANG, then I put another in your brain
Burn these motherfuckers with the napalm flame
And then I
[Chorus:]
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
None of you motherfuckers want war with me
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Xbox to the PS3
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Head-shot from the sniper rifle, MG
'Cos I shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, WHAT!
Murder all you bitches in that COD
[Outro:]
Yeaaaah! Webby.
All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song
All I need is one mic, one pen, one piece of paper
One top single and it’s game over for the haters
One shot, one chance, one opportunity
One motherfucking animal is what I grew to be
One man army, throwing on one finger up
Always the middle one cause you know i never give a
fuck
One dream is the reason that I’m here
Went to college cause they told me that I needed a
career
But on one here now look, all over your facebook
Where the jokes now?! all you motherfucking Dane Cooks
Making fun of me, walking down the hallway
Just at middleschool, and headphones on all day
Little punk but my eyes were on the prize
It took a lot of tries but I knew I get it right
Now I got the last laugh, think life funny?
Y’all around job hunting, while I’m sitting on money.
All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]
All I need is one beat and one hour to get it written
down
One style? Nah everyday I got a different sound
Kid around with the flow so serious
When it’s my turn, Imma kill shit, period.
I’m doing good dude, they getting mad now
Yelling «Fuck Webby» while they tear em in the crowd
Huh.. I just laugh and roll with it
They came in here to hate, but I made money off their
tickets, bitches!
Shit I been out here for a while, your best written rap
is my worst freestyle!
At first they ignored me, now they in denial
I’m like a Thom Barry on the mic, yeah waouh
On an animal flow, now everywhere I go, the camera
would go
So they can watch me get my hands on the dolls
Why you mouthing off to me, you’re just an amateur bro
And this UCONN husky's about to go pro.
All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]
All I got is one life so the devil better stop rushing
Gave it all I got, now I’m sitting here with 23
Looking back at this life I’ve lived, used to pay to
get a gigg, now I sell em out kids
And just recently, my wallet was empty
Had a script to get a penny to get some chickens at
Wendy's
Couldn’t even take my girly on a date
Now we cop on potatoes and a fourty ounce steak
Sold em out to real estate so I gotta tell em this
You don’t need a medical degree to tell em sick
Bitch, let me live my life, stop trying to hold me back
or Imma miss my flight
First class posted, sipping on Jack
Headphones on, as I write this track
Where I’m headed, I don’t even know that
All I know is when I get there, Imma never look back
All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]
The fresher is rising, no more mistake (nah)
Don’t try to deny it, don’t you hesitate (no hesitation
man)
The voices are calling, calling out your name (they're
calling for you man)
But don’t look so sad cause it’s a long way back (and I
ain't never looking back [x6])
All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
All you motherfuckers
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
It's that eveil rap nemisis
Putting together
Sentences
Faster than that hedgehog
Running on Sega Genesis
Higher than the hoops of pegesis
And let the pencil hit the paper
Harder than a bus
Jerome Bettis it
Let it be set it bit with the
Excellent rhetoric
My vernaculous sbectaculous
Steb to me and I'll settle it
If mastery a language was
The goal then I'm ahead of it
You can't connect the checks
That I'm cutting down in
Conneticut
My flow bezark rib cage
Gotta soulja's heart
Verbally a double barrel!
Shotty leave you blown apart
I'm such an animal they kick
Me off of Noah's Ark
Cus they keep on coming up
Shorter than Napoleon
Bonaparte
Me? I'm a tall dude never let you fall through
Hard as granite damnit
These bitches softer than dog food
Shoot em up R2 drop so many bars you
Haters quit your job
Cus there's nothing to argue; now let it
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
White boy rap sargeant buzz bigger than Cartmen
Mentally a menace my brain's the size of a martian's
Used to be broke as fuck at the mall looking for bargains
Now I got a gold card (cha-ching!) charge em
Started off small now I do it for the masses
Spit it greater incinerate em burn em to ashes
Now these new college kids think that they can match it
Bitch I drop classics all you droppin is classes
Whos needs Hostra? Hip hops my donna school
Hotter than my mamas macaroni with some gaba gruel
Yeah I'm cocky as fuck, just being honest fool
Being modest isn't in a single molecule
In my whole body whos touching me nobody
Now I'm up on iTunes taking your money
Give a shit my nose runny cus I spit it so sick
Now bounce turn it up in the whip cus you know we gonna
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when we verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
I'm that dude with a 40 while
Everybody sipping rozay
No filter on my mouth not a thing I
Won't say
Check the clocks like Coldplay know
What time it is
And my future still looking good like
Marisa Tomei
Beating me? No way
Bitch you better ease up
Who needs a label the only thing I'm signing is a free nut
I'm a beast why would I compete with these chumps
I'm an 8 ball they only equal the key bump
Keep my bars high rap in the car lots
Private school training at the school of hard knots
They pop the hard rock I'm
Making your jaw drop
So high, I'm up in the sky
With star fox
Hip hop veteran rockin with
David Letterman
Bad to the bone you can
Check my damn skeleton
Webby ready as ever you
Better let me in
Come on bounce let me tell
Em again so just
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
[Hook]
There's a lot of people talking to me, I don't hear nothin'
Pop a pill now I'm rollin', all I hear is the percussion
I'm gone [x5]
Driftin' to another world, losing touch with gravity
Losing touch with everything, even my own reality
I'm gone [x7]
[Verse 1]
Got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible
Barely sensible, but I'm feeling f*ckin' incredible
Like Bruce Banner changin' the standard of being lifted
Got another duchie twisted the size of a f*ckin' midget
I rhyme and they f*ckin wit' it
So why would I f*ckin' quit it
So I'll tap my blunt ashes on these liars and f*ckin' critics
Designed to just be a menace
Let me pop a pill and witness me defy the laws of physics
Tell Newton I really did it
No losing so let me get it
Maneuvering with the quickness
I'm the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business
I'm the illest like I stepped out the clinic with bad news
Now they see me as more than just a gimmick with tattoos
They hatin' then f*ck you, and f*ck it yo where's my medicine?
I think I got another doctor's appointment to pencil in
Almost out of Adderall, pop another Ambien
Buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'll be poppin' G-ladies until I'm at least eighty
Unable to see straightly wherever the E takes me
I'm there, poppin' stars until I'm rollin' insane
Even if the doctor says I'll get a hole in my brain
I got that mental novacaine, palms sweaty, it's aight though
Molly and some acid tabs, yep! That is the right dose
I'm bad news, you want different? Then go to Geico
A drug induced animal posted up with the lights low
Brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky's clouds
I'm Mike Vick, and b*tches refusing to lie down
Greater than Alexander, searching for my crown
Ounces don't do it no more, I gotta buy pounds
Break it down - then I roll it up quick and I light that shit
Ain't nobody messin' with the flow now,
betta slow down, you ain't rippin' mics like this
You don't live a life like this, so go and shut your lips
And pass the f*ckin' joint man, I need another hit
[Hook]
[Intro]
Yeah
Webby
Shit, I've been at the bottom for a while, you know?
I know that, but uh
Shit, we in the skyline now baby, heh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I've been stuck underground but now it's my time
Time to take flight, right in to the skyline
Off to beautiful women sippin' on fine wine
Up at the stadium where the lights lime, and I'm
Movin' way past sound check
Still lookin' for a life that I ain't found yet
Round trip on a magical school bus
Before we touch down, shit they already knew us
Made it from the bottom to professionally rappin'
While they were tellin' me that it was never gonna happen
Now it's funny to see the haters' reactions
'Cause they ain't saying a word: Charlie Chaplin
I'm back in this b*tch relaxin'
Put in the groundwork now it's time to cash in
Heh, and everybody knows I earned that
Headed to the skyline, feet up, first class
Yeah!
[Hook]
I don't know about you but I know one thing
I ain't gonna wait around here to make it
Anybody with a dream got to feel the same
If it ain't given to me then I'ma take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cuz they tellin' me it's my time
Fly fly, fly fly
And disappear into the skyline
[Verse 2]
Spit the toughest shit, who touchin' this?
Always chillin' with a bird: Snuffaluffagus
And I'm lovin' it
No Mickey D's
Just Colt 45 and some piffy trees, jeez
Got my boarding pass ready
I'm heading to the top, they ain't getting past Webby
Yeah, been on the grind since 8th grade
Went from getting no girls to banging Playmates
Heh, what up Ms. November?
My flight's taking off, got my shit together
Ready for whatever, do it better than before
I'm the reason my competitors are headin' for the door
'Cause I'm deadly and I'm raw
With the mic tonight
Got the cameras all flashin' like a lightning strike
Heh, I'm on another altitude
And they ain't ready for the shit that I'm about to do
[Hook]
I don't know about you but I know one thing
I ain't gonna wait around here to make it
Anybody with a dream got to feel the same
If it ain't given to me then I'ma take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cuz they tellin' me it's my time
Fly fly, fly fly
And disappear into the skyline
[Verse 3]
If you got a dream you should follow it
'Cause not everybody's capable of keeping straight A's for a scholarship
As a kid no one could figure me out
So I would like to thank Hofstra for kicking me out
And look at me now, I'm doing pretty well for my age
Considering two years ago I was making minimum wage
Heh, and now we doing OK
Skyline-flow, up, up and away
Heh, and I ain't looking for a handout
Shit I got the fans now, motherf*ckers stand down
Live my life to a whole new beat
Finally standing on my own two feet
'Cause it got that tough
Been kicked while I was down
But I never gave in, and I got back up
Yup, getting close, well I better be
But all I see is the skyline ahead of me
[Hook]
I don't know about you but I know one thing
I ain't gonna wait around here to make it
Anybody with a dream got to feel the same
If it ain't given to me then I'ma take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cuz they tellin' me it's my time
Fly fly, fly fly
First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang yo.
But it's Webby and I still be Off The Chain.
So I'll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang
Bros.
Stacking You Tube, hits like a double rainbow
So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel
Tryna stay on course like a roadskill
They wanna know how I be killin' it with no deal
And got the game mapped out, Michael Scofield.
No prison break, get up here and renovate
Every venue that I'm hittin' up in every state
Twist a zig-zag then I levitate
Webby been bad, professor Snake
I'm like Manny Pacquiao times four
Hypen up the crowd when I'm out on tour
I need a dollar like I told you before
So I could cop an Arnold Palmer when I'm hittin' the
store
Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin' bud
I think I'm still rollin', Team Pup N' Suds
Now I'm going big time and I'm lovin' this
When I step in, dudes better cuff your chicks
I don't speak game, I say a couple words
Next thing you know we're both under the confident
In the comfort of my hotel suite
Having sloppy drunk sex and forgettin' by next week
I'm a beazel, reppin' Connecticut like a husky
CT swag, everybody here loves me
Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty, (nah)
Running shit like Nucky, trust me
Name buzzin' all over the fuckin' country
Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me
So just feed me beats, I got the munchies
Nothing better than an instrumental when I'm hungry
The illest thing that ever hit pro tools, I'm 1-51
They just O'Doules, live by no rules
No one's stoppin' me, they say Webby rocks
Geology, even haters gotta bump my shit
So what, thanks for the You Tube hits you dumb bitch
Put me in the mix, I'm a be the last spittin'
I'm a tiger, y'all domesticated cat, kitten
You'll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash
missin'
It's a fact, listen, I'll be on a track rippin'
Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with 'em
And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libing
Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms
Webby's the deadliest catch, I'm goin' crab fishin'
Teachin' hip-hop 101, so take notes
Bring it back, mo'fucker I'm done
Yeah, Webby, murdering shit
It's what I do, you now
[Verse 1:]
Yeah! I'm Back! Uhh!
I'm the Hip-Hop antichrist, they'll regret it if they hand me mics
Jack The Ripper, hunting bitches down by candle light
Change of the stanza the nice, brandish a knife
I'm what's crackin' like I'm Titan in ya hand in a vice
Huh! My flow nasty, get a Tampax
So many bars you'll be thinking I'm flippin' Xanax
Fuck catering the bitches when I spit yo'
Go and listen to Drizzy you dumb bimbo
This is real rappin' Webby flow it with a passion
Get these letters in my brain and cause a chemical reaction
Droppin' vowels and consonants, powerfully rockin' it
With enough force to level a continent
What I'm dropping is the right way, I got em' guessing what I might say
Go bananas like Johnny Drama and Andrew Dice Clay
Since the 9th grade Webby's been a psychopath
Headphones on in detention when I was writing raps
Queue the lightning crash, queue the smoke machines
A fact that you should fear, even Joe Rogan screams
Dopamine and adrenaline till' I'm hemorrhaging
The fuckin' villain is back in this bitch you better remember him
[Hook:]
Say good bye to the bad guy
No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
They know to run when they see me, I'm the motherfucka' hunting your dreams
I'm the motherfuckin' bad guy
No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
They no to run when they see me, I'm they motherfucka' hunting your dreams
[Verse 2:]
Yeah! Yeah!
You can catch me where the wild things be at
Hit em' so quick they can't even react, even an Atheist would believe that
Fuck shootin' guns, I fire cannon balls
With a physical strength of a Neanderthal
Roar! I'm a Tyrannosaurus Rex
Start by beating up the verses and I'll slam the chorus next
Gotta stand-a for success and for me it's being the best
The games like a bench presser let me get it off my chest, I'm a vet
But I ain't checking on the healthiness of any K-9s
I'm giving you the news bitch, NBC dateline
Hear me through the grapevine, murdering tracks
Leave you laying in the bed where they do surgeries at
I been the hottest dude under the sun
Beating me? You got a better chance fucking a nun
Fuck it I'm done, got my competition on the run
Won't be happy till I'm number one, deadly with the tongue
Rap bandito doing coke by the kilo
The mad super villain is back... Magneto
So bow down to me or get eaten like sushi
So fuck you and have a great day... yours truly
[Hook:]
Say good bye to the bad guy
No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
They know to run when they see me, I'm the motherfucka' hunting your dreams
I'm the motherfuckin' bad guy
No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink
champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here, (just
prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers)
they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed
it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the
beast)
[Hook]
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t
kill the beast
(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t
kill the beast
(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t
kill the beast
(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)
They stab it with their Steely knives but they just
can’t kill the beast
[Verse 1]
Yeah yeah I could of just been stop by what arisen in
the past
Sitting in the county cell only two years back
Waiting on a phone call from my girl or dad or my
mother
As they try to gather together all the cash to bail me
And I'm embarrassed for that cuz it was my stupidity
that got this felony rap
And now they had to suffer cuz of me and I'm sorry for
that
But now the coast is clear and they ain't never sending
me back
I was left with fucking nothing not a dollar to my name
Left with a pen left with a pad left with dream it's
all the same
While I'm thinking I was looking at three and half
years
Still I never shed a tear I got on the grind with an
idea
To be great to make something outta my life and just
redeem myself
Enough with all the tough talk and shit Webby be
yourself
Work for it everyday put lyrics to these beats now they
just can't kill the beast. Bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was stuck living in my parent's house working a 9 to
Waking up for court at the crack of dawn and loosen up
my tie
Waiting for my paycheck in the mail even though it was
How the fuck else could I pay for the studio? Cuz I
know
Even back then that I would make it rapping
Its all I ever thought about so I knew that it would
happen
It had to be so gradually put my soul in this music
shit
If you don't think I worked ever second for it you
stupid bitch
I remember performing in ten people show
But still I put my fucking heart in it even though
It seemed I would never make it every one told me I'd
never make it
But I had determination and I never let nobody brake it
I was set on being famous I was ready for the anguish
That goes into being something that requires mental
patience
I grinded and I grinded so everybody would listen
So while I got your ear I'd like to introduce you to
Christian
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Went though a bunch of situations leading me to dead
ends
But I kept the microphone with me just like my best
friend
After lots of bullshit I sat back home
And said "Fuck it" Im'a do this shit all on my own
Got a strong team behind and we went the independent
route
Stepped my lyrics up while my competitors are stepping
Of my way cuz I'm here to stay paving the way every
fucking syllable
ThatI say, I'mma make my way to my dying day Im'a be
okay
I've been booed at and taunted and hated through all
this
I've kept my fucking head up now it me that they be
wanting
I've earned this I worked to fucking hard to tell me
otherwise
I've made a fucking movement yo I'm not like all these
other guys
I was born for this fuck what all the hater said
Any talk about me being fake has now been laid to rest
Took the long road making it eventually
So fuck a mixtape this is me fulfilling destiny
Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink
champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, (just
prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers)
they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed
it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the
beast)
[Intro]
Like nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah...
Nah nah...
Nah...
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah...
[Verse 1: Webby]
C Web in the booth and I speak it real
Got another beat to kill
And I be roasting motherfuckers
Rest In Peace Patrice O'Neil
Roll up another blunt
Now how that Diesel feel?
Got me swerving man
Who the fuck gave me the wheel?
Who the fuck gave me these pills?
Now I'm off in another dimension
In need of an intervention
Cause these drugs are too fucking expensive
But I'm feeling terrific dude
Banging these broads with no fucking protection
Yeah, what were you saying babe?
I wasn't paying any fucking attention
Rumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruise
Living it like a pirate man
Always got me a barrel of booze
Skipping the fools
Go right for the tip of masseuse
Sippin' and rippin' the bubbler
Puffing until I can barely move
Lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh
Bippidy bobbidy boo
Webby be rippin' it properly too
Hipping and hopping and rambling shit
Cause these pills I've been popping have got me confused
Shoot up, burn it down
Light it up, pass it around
I'm a bad boy bitch
You didn't know? You know it now
[Hook]
We just doin' what we doin', and we'll never give a fuck
Put some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up
We just livin' like whatever and we'll never have enough
Bout to get this motherfucker turned up (turned up)
Like nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah...
[Verse 2: Dizzy]
I'm not the one you want a problem with
...you'd better follow it
Swear I'm ready for whatever standing in front of my mirror
Supporting my confidence
A little weed, you could throw it on top of this
We get it poppin', yo bitch gettin' topless
Now that you know, niggas adopting the flow
Niggas can't stop this shit
The problem is we won't acknowledge it
But me and Webby (I wanna get that)
If that nigga wanna get mad, sit up and get up
And fuck that (get that)
Now I'm playing like a kid on the black top
Got the... with a flat top
You got a flat face
Bad boy, it's a bad day
Look at me sideways, and I'mma hit you with a uppercut
Too cold, better bundle up
Huddle up cause we comin' up
Turnt up, finna fuck it up
I guarantee that the crowd go crazy
When I hit the stage, you could bet a hundred bucks
Boy we out here grindin'
Smoking the finest, getting the highest
Getting the mommas, you know when I'm coming
Just smell for the ganja
Vegas soldier, takin' over
Traveling and taking shots
Tattoo shops, don't forget the place to rock
I need a nasty girl to taste the cock
In the office, running all over these niggas
Like bitches, you niggas is softer than niggas
That just got to prison, this Project X shit is real
Somebody pass the god damn liquor
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Webby]
That rap phenomenon
Inked up, looking like Comic Con, Rasta man
H.A.M. on the mic, no Ramadan
Go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom
Cause I kill that beat
Roll one up in that Swisher Sweet
Sticky green, sticky green
With orange hairs, like Pete and Pete
Flowing double time when I'm on the beat
Holding up mine when I hit the street
Burn so much, I be high for weeks
Spit it so dirty, I need new sheets
My grinder's full, and I ain't talkin turkey, cheese
I'm talking AK47, Purple Kush and Sour D
Put it in the bowl, I'll get a dutchie rolled
Sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go
Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro
Partying on, got that confetti to throw
Killing the spot from the moment
That Webby'll step in the door
Hit some shit, got my pencil gripped
Instrumental ripped, living life
Above the law, and way under the influence
Getting mine while the price high
What can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy
