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Raw Thoughts II lyrics - Chris Webby

Webby

Here we are my friends

It's time for me to lift my mighty pen

These rhyme schemes leave crime scenes, and it's that time again

Welcome to the Colosseum, go and take a seat

Cuz I'm that gladiator that you all been waitin' to see

See I got the taste for blood and now I'm back for more

Webby call 'em out just like I'm rappin' Michael Rapaport

And if society don't handle 'em, I'll be the last resort

Verbal executioner, my bars committing act of war

And if you give me ammunition then you will not be forgiven

You hear me Harvey Weinstein, there will be no omission

All the statements that I make while I'm sonnin' you from a distance

All the times that you masturbaed in front of your assistants

All that fuckin' power so you used it and abused it

Shit, ya homie Bill Clinton probably taught you how to do it

I'm ruthless, Harvey, get to steppin' back

You look like the cockroach wearing human skin in Men in Black

Killin' people's what I got a voice for

Ever since Roy Moore was lookin' for love in toy stores

I been on it

And baby we just startin off

It's Chris Webby and you know I got the rawest thoughts

Bill O'Reilly says he's sorry but really none of us buy it

You can't pay me off like all of those women to keep me quiet

Who cares if he denies it, I'll still come for him

Cuz gettin' fired just wasn't enough for him

So now I gotta fuck wit em

I'll teach that old prick to treat women with respect

When I jam a pair of stainless steel scissors in his neck

You're the opposite of the reason that chicks are gettin' wet

Your over 60 with a forehead so big it could reflect

The suns rays and provide solar power to a country

Old, gross, and crusty, out-dated, and rusty

Out of shape and husky

You know how to tell if Bill O'Reilly's near?

When you hear a woman scream "Don't touch me!"

And now George Bush is grabbin' womens' asses

I'll take that wheelchair and push him right in front of traffic

And fuck your whole corrupt elite family tree

Shit, we gone let all of these Americans see

Aw, what you gonna do W, start a war with me?

Lick your lips a bunch of times and give a poorly worded speech

Shit, I'll knock off Jeb's glasses and stomp 'em under my feet

Fight me cuz of Billy, and I'll grab em by the pussy

Yea I hit so hard I leave a damn crater

Shit, I just cut through all the Bush's like a landscaper

I'm who the fans favor

I'll let R. Kelly piss on them and then proceed to towel them off with sandpaper

Oh that's right Robert Kelly, you'll be easy to fry

I'll throw him off a cliff, cuz shit, he believes he can fly

He's as creepy as the rest, he just the best pretender

"I'm the world's greatest"

World's greatest what? Sex offender?

And XXXtentacion, I don't even know if that's the right pronunciation

But, whatever his name is, however you say it

Shit I read the full reports and now I get why your hated

What you did to that girl, shit you should hate yourself

Sit and take an L, tighten that choker, asphyxiate yourself

Legally, you're probably screwed

Her story's just to fuckin detailed not to be true

But all you doin is complain X

We see you crackin cuz of the hate X

Dang X, that's just what comes along with the fame X

Like shitty skaters who aren't built for the game X

X-Games, got a pen game that could flame X

Shame X, in this food chain I'm the apex

So in your emotions it looks like you fucking take X

We are not the same X

I threw the newest iPhone out the fucking window just because that shit was named X

There, throw that in your blogs

When I was like 11 maybe I met Kevin Spacey

He was hella rapey, tryna convince me to gettin' nakey

He was drunk and wanted me to go and sit up in his van

So I did it, I'll admit it, as a kid I was a fan

But then he tried to touch me

I'm lucky I had shit on me, that Swiss Army

He went to grab my dick I stabbed his arm

He started bleeding all over the center console

He rushed outta the car and then he tripped over a pothole

Kicked him in his head until his ears bled

Then I kept on kicking him until he appeared dead

Then I hopped up in the driver's seat and went and put his whip in drive

Ran him over, backed it up, and then repeated it like fifty times

Webby kill with rhymes, you see that is just my skill set

You do some shit that I don't like, you'll end up on my list next

I stomp on all these insects, with sick interests

Who infest society, now who shall I rip next?

Ah yes, Bill Cosby, oh this one'll be tough

Cosby Show was my shit, why did you fuck that all up?

If what they say is true, and you were fuckin' chicks that's knocked out on the very same Quaaludes you gave them, that's rape dude

C'mon Bill you shoulda known better

When I heard that shit I went and threw out all my old sweaters

And we don't really gotta make this shit a whole lecture

Someone drag him out back and put down this Old Yeller

And Subway Jared, now it's your turn to get murked

Out of this whole list of shitty people, you are the worst

I hope that jail food makes you get fat again

And you get so depressed, that every time you see your wrists you think of slashin them

You thinkin back to the days of that footlong diet

All that money and the fame

What you wanted, you could buy it

Shit, you had it all, all you had to do was eat sandwiches

But when there's kiddie porn on your drive, how quick it vanishes

Irreversable damages, so now you're in the system

And I really hope someones been making you their bitch in prison

Nah fuck that, I hope somebody kills you

That was not a punchline I hope somebody fucking kills you

And Ted Cruz, it's time for round number 2

I know you're not a sex offender but I mean, fuck you

Just for being you, you and that face that I wanna bruise

I'll mention you on every single Raw Thoughts that I do, bitch

See I been leveling up from a dope rapper

To Jeff Ross status, they call me the roastmaster

Don't hold back, I attack on these raps

So tightly packed full of little lyrical gems

That you gotta replay the track

On top of my game and still ascending

I'll I see is fire emojis up in my mentions

I'll I hear is fans saying "Webby's on that shit again"

And all I know is a whole lot more people are listening

But when people have it coming I can't help but to say shit

Only if they deserve it, those are my Rules of Engagement

Plus it's fun for me to write it, for you it is entertainment

So fuck the whole world, I'm reloaded and dangerous

Droppin' every Wednesday for this whole year

Ain't no motherfucker that's like me up on this whole sphere

We call Earth, until dearth, I live life with no fear

Coming after everything you hold dear

Raw Thoughts

These motherfucking Raw Thoughts

Fuck Everybody

I'm Out

Yea

Raw Thoughts III lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

You should've just not said shit bro

Why you gotta make me do this?

This muppet baby must be fuckin' crazy, now what's the hatin' about

You're the last person on Earth that should have my name in their mouth

Yeah, publicity is cool, but I'm not aimin' for clout

This for the love of the game that I'm gon' be takin' you out

See the utter disrespect that you've been showin' to the game

Should not be tolerated, I mean, really it's insane

First you shittin' on a legend, now you bringin' up my name

So, uh, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

That's real rap, so I'ma have this lil' clown wishin'

He never said shit to a dude who's about spittin'

This emo transgender is 'bout to be found missin'

You look like Chelsea Clinton with Down Syndrome

You're the kid at school that tested positive for lice

Hard to argue when I'm right, fuck your comments and your likes

You ain't rockin' any mics, fuckin' awkward little dyke

Cut your 15 minutes short with what I'm droppin' on sight

You were talkin' like you were the fuckin' man, Diego

But when I tweeted "Battle", you just ran, Diego, Goddamn, Diego

Thought you Cali cats were tough but you just bury your fuckin' head in the sand, Diego

Damn, 'cause once you realized you fucked with a sick spitter

You tucked your tail quick, gave up and just quit Twitter

I was gonna let it go but you went and ran that lip again

You forced my hand, you should never do that shit again

'Cause listen, you are like a cancer

To the game as a whole, I'm the answer

I'll make this little cry baby wet his Pampers

I smell pussy, is that you Xandra?

And it's clear to everyone on Twitter this shit is botherin' you

Your whole argument is your pop, and in that logic is true

But you've been here for like what, eight or nine months?

I've been here for a decade, I'm like a father to you

I see you're havin' a moment, but a moment'll never last

But you're young, you don't get it, I promise it'll pass

You ain't built to withstand the test of time

You're a fad, I'm a real MC with real rhymes

And I know that deep down this shit is eatin' you at night

You can't beat me on a mic, couldn't beat me in a fight

And since I don't have scribble scrabble tatted on my face

It's pretty safe to say I'm also beatin' you at life

How you think your face is gonna look in 20 years?

Like shit, I just want to make that fuckin' clear

When the world has forgotten you and your rap career

What you gonna do then, you little half-a-queer?

'Cause we all wanna see this sped lose

Xany listen, you're as likable as Ted Cruz

Cameraman turned rapper, I'm a rapper who's always been a rapper

Since you've been suckin' your mother's tit, I've been killin' rappers

What is you doing?

You look like a fuckin' Hot Topic store that evolved into a human

Abuse him, he's already playin' the victim because he's weak

Only bars he got are in his prescription

Why the fuck would you select me as an enemy?

Your whole team should've warned you not to mention me

Killin' people on the mic is like my specialty

What the fuck did you think? That I would let it be?

This lil' junkie's brain must be slowed down from drugs

With a bunch of yes men all around him 'cause

I'll fuckin' end you, Xan's runnin' out of luck

Every person on the web said your album sucks

You do one song with Diplo and think you're the shit, yo?

No one over 15 thinks that you're sick, bro

We think you're killin' rap and you're killin' yourselves

So seek help, 'cause those pills'll diminish your health

But shit man, if you don't wanna be alive, I won't force you

Here, I'll even crush a couple Percocets for you

Roll up the 20 and let you OD

This a war on drugs, one less Xan on the streets

Goddamn, let this be a lesson to the younger cats

Show respect, know your place, have some fuckin' class

Y'all can go and make your weird fuckin' mumble rap

But if you diss some legends, we won't tolerate your fuckin' trash

This a moment for the hip-hop heads

A reminder to the world that hip-hop's not dead

Yeah I'm puttin' on for the real rappers tonight

And pop a Lil' Xan like I'm try'na nap on a flight

Raw thoughts

Sorry about that, Diego

Ya know, this is what I do

Know your fuckin' place

Bye now

Raw Thoughts VI lyrics - Chris Webby

Ahh, here we are again

I wish I didn't have to keep writin' these songs

I really do

Let me warm up real quick

Another time, another year

Another chance to remind these rappers why I am who they fear

If we're bein' honest I've been gettin' tired of it here

Now it's time to say goodbye and have me sign your souvenirs

'Cause this Wednesday's the last one (Really?)

It's a wrap son

Seven year album rollout and then when that's done

I ain't really got a plan for what be comin' next

But before I dip, you know I— got a couple left

Get it off my chest and climb press

All in an eloquent way

If you don't move you might be catchin' a stray

Low-key, 'lotta rappers bitin' Webby these days

I'm a proud dad, who am I to get in the way?

Of all my sons I gave life to, look at 'em run

Feels like yesterday I taught 'em to walk

Now they become so big since I showed 'em how this shit could be done

Why would I ask for flowers in a game that's given me none?

I'm so independent I make independent rappers look dependent (Facts)

I birthed the business model

Other people took the credit

So get your shit straight

I've been around since DatPiff mixtapes

This ain't fuckin' clickbait

When I'm on the road I'm who they payin' to see

Night after night, year after year

Remainin' to be one of the coldest emcee's, undebated indeed

They try but can't replicate bein' as crazy as me

An OG in the game full of puppies and I'm Cujo

Yeah, they got some monthly's

They ain't packin' rooms though

They don't know the cypher's where I grew up payin' dues

They'll never fit in my shoes

They'll never do what I do, so

'Til the government'll get to killin' me already

What the fuck you waitin' on?

I told you Hillary, I'm ready (I'm ready)

But shit, until they get me we gon' ride it higher now

With the bars, yeah, it's lookin' like the Irish side of town

And my— minds derailed like all the damn trains these days

Got me afraid of the rain these days

But the Ukraine these days

Yeah, that's what they want us watchin'

Instead of chemical fires and clouds of dioxins

Vinyl chloride killin' with the drizzle droppin'

Breathe in or eatin' food seeped in toxins

Contaminate our crops and the water that we wash in

And tell you that's it's safe, they some lyin' motherfuckers

Now it's just another cover up

Really, I mean what the fuck?

All these black rock motherfuckers tryna come for us

Maybe we should come for them

Loadin' like the muzzle up

Pour some Ohio tap water and fill 'em up a cup

Straight from East Palestine

Make 'em all swallow it

And drive 'em to their first visit to the oncologist

Two years later when the tumors all surfaced

Just to look 'em in the eyes and tell 'em that they deserve it

We got Klaus Schwab, Bill Gates

All these damn serpents

And society lyin' like they aren't tryin' to hurt us

They'll poison us for profit

They've been trimmin' down our population

Evil is the occupation with the great reset prepped

And on deck, sheep followin' sheep

Our country's fallin' apart, Biden's fallin' asleep

They put our rights up on the market and they bought 'em for cheap

While sellin' fear through propaganda then they wash and repeat, and see

They tell a boy he's a girl, no he's not he's eight

That I will not debate, let alone tolerate

All these genders nowadays

How do we accommodate?

Most of us are just confused

Why y'all gotta call it hate? (Why?)

Cancelling is all the rage

Sanity been tossed away

Kids identifyin' as animals and we call 'em brave

But fuck that, I don't care if it's my kid or not

DCF can have 'em if they shittin' in a litter box (Meow)

Did you get boosted? Well Charlie Puth did

All these shots fuckin' with hearts like Cupid

They sellin' souls to the pharmacist

Takin' blood money and suckin' Big Pharma's dick

But listen, that could never be Webby

I'd rather die a Martyr

Than be a motherfuckin' hashtag Pfizer partner

And I'm not sayin' that you're stupid if you're vaxxed though

Mr. Fiasco, all I'm sayin' is I am smarter

I know that I'm a fire starter but I tried

To tell 'em all in Raw Thoughts V

But let me add, if you got it against your will

For a job that'll pay your bills

Then your bosses should be in jail and your doctors should all be killed

And I'm sorry, that's how I feel

But they were followin' orders

You know who else was followin' orders? Nazi supporters (Yikes)

Fuck all the employers, whoever forcin' their staff to bein' forced with a jab

For a flu that they probably already had

To keep a job that gives 'em all that they have

Free country? How the fuck are we even callin' it that?

Is it like some sick joke? Is it all for a laugh?

Have we truly reached a point that were too lost to get back?

Are we body positive? Is it fine to be fat?

It's actually healthy according to some scientists stats

But look, Nestle is the company supplyin' the facts

That's a conspiracy and I'm just not subscribing to that

So get your tin foil hat and never come back again

Racist colonizer, I will never play your tracks again

'Til you say sorry for bein' white

Not that again

How you blamin' me for slavery? Shit, I'm Italian

Only on your mother's side, see, you just fucking lied

Shut the fuck up, yo, damn, let me fuckin' slide

Not gettin' cancelled already has been a bumpy ride

You expect me to run and hide? Never that

I be Ivermectin with it

Yeah, I gave 'em the remedy

Hit the game with the recipe

Did it safe and effectively

Saw the Grim Reaper just a couple paces ahead of me

But we cut a side deal and dug a grave for my enemies

And the thing about the truth is (What?)

They don't let us see

And the thing about the proof is (What?)

They keep it from me

While the thing about the news is (What?)

It's made for dummies

And the thing about the Jews is (Uhhhh)

Wait, did my song censor itself?

Aw, great, now they'll say I'm antisemitic as well, its alright

And make sure my records never will sell

Say what you will about 'em yo but shit, they clever as hell

Jesus Christ folks, are we at the point where as a white guy I gotta ask if it's fine if I make a white joke? (Come on)

A little extra mayonnaise up on the side joke? (Why not?)

A little I don't get pulled over when I drive joke? (Come on)

Lighten up people, we ain't so different

The two teams now are the compliers and the dissidents

So pick a side, ain't no time for you to sit the fence

Say, "Fuck this", refuse to be a participant

Awake yourself from the cloud of cognitive dissonance

Conspiracies are comin' true, it's no coincidence

The ones with power bankin' on us stayin' ignorant

That's why they hate us when we give a shit

So listen, 'cause if everybody gave a shit at once

Then their game would all be done

If the people united against the few that run the planet

We would take 'em in a month

I don't know what would come after

After all I'm just a rapper

Tryna spread truth while I'm still on Earth

And sometimes with the truth, that shit gon' hurt

Last Wednesday bitch, but before I dip off

I got some people that I gotta piss off first, Webby

Raw Thoughts (Fuck Ted Cruz too)

Real Shit lyrics - R-Mean, Berner & Chris Webby

Yeah

This some mob shit

Yeah from the Bay Area LA you already know what time it is

They want that old shit, I been the same this whole time

I can't lie, I'm really missing '09

Playing with the coke price

They ain't got no stripes

My diamonds get to dancing in the low light

Yeah, you buy a bag still

I grow mine

My backyard is a goldmine

That fuckshit irrelevant

Crime is adrenaline

I still get busy handle mine like a gentleman

Louis V Letterman

Gone off the sticky bun

You got cash baby, give me some I'm still hungry

Yeah I want it more than anyone

R-Mean let me know when the Henny come

I got a thick bitch, bust it open baby

All the Covid shit been fucking with my mind lately

I'm on the grind non-stop

If they growing what I'm growing Ima buy the whole lot

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This that real shit

Movements we gon' build quick

This that R Dash & Bern

Iron sharpen iron

Stainless steel shit

I be up at Cookies Melrose in some teal drip

With these diamonds that be blinding have you on some Braille shit

Paid my dues and showed you real grit

Shouts to B-Real for no fucking reason except for being real, shit

It's hard to keep up, I be smokin on my own pace

Bern, I got the Henny, Nas just send us a whole case!

Salute the God

Ya'll be throwing them sevens

I'm blessed to be in the presence of these legends soaking up lessons

I'm respected by some GOATs

Fuck whoever hates

Opinions of some strangers?

Fuck outta my face

I don't deal with losers

Only build with bosses

Got some steal grip shooters

That don't feel shit

Cautious!

I salute my brothers real quick

Bern, I appreciate this opportunity and that's some real shit

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This sound like early 2000s, like I'm ridin' to Cam

Purple Haze on replay, gettin' high in the van

Back when me and the homies would throw down 5 on a gram

Long before dispensaries controlled supply and demand

Yea them simpler times, wish I could hit the rewind

In that VHS machine that live in my mind

Back when getting signed was the biggest dream that we had

Now I'm signed to myself and I can see that they mad

I get the bag yeah that Scrooge McDuck dough

Excuse the gusto

My dude I'm just so happy that I made it, Momma look at ya son go

Watch the fans singing every word in the front row

Just here with a blunt rolled and thinkin' 'bout life

And that real shit the only shit I ever write

So just hit me when you cookin R

Berner bring that cookie jar

And we gone show 'em how we took it far

Real shit

Rearview lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Rittz)

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Yeah, Kali (Kali)

If we cross paths, I'ma ask you (What?)

What you think you really want up on your tombstone?

With a black mask, better act fast

And never really get to see your kids full-grown

We in the game, one and the same

Stick up [?]

Give me rings and chains or you are no longer livin'

This a boots-to-toot institution

Hunnid proof shots and got some prostitution

They told to me get out of town

I came back with a kango wand

On a horse gettin' my tango on

And bang-bang if anything go wrong

And it's a funeral, I shoot at you and I don't hang around that long

Nobody movin', nobody might be gettin' hurt

Try to play the hero

Put a hole up in your dirty shirt

Wanna reperish? I'm the greatest gunslinger

Bringin' terror to your sheriff

I'll give him the middle finger (Uh)

I'm on a Harley, they hardly harmin' me, I get away

Breakin' the law, they're pickin' me up any day

Bad man with a country drawl

Any building you see me in I'm makin' a withdrawal

Pop shots at the cops when they on my block

You know thug life, feelin' like the brand new Pac

Played 'em like a lighter fluid and I ain't gon' run

You can't bust so I'm givin' a gun

Outlaw

[Chris Webby:]

All I do is chase those flames (Flames)

'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah

So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang)

As I ride with the law in my rearview

No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out)

Leavin' like a thief in the night

So pour a last round and sit the glass down

As I ride with the law in my rearview

Yeah

[Rittz:]

Yellin' out the window like, "Fuck the man"

I'm the modern-day Bugs Moran

Pullin' kapers like I'm Baby Face Nelson

On a raised tail since I was a juvenile

My enemies at school

I pull up on 'em and shoot 'em down

My homies were stealin' cars

Take your Mercedes-Benz

Catch a body slippin' while they hittin' the ATM

I really don't wanna stick up an innocent lady, damn

But that's the way the game go, baby, I play to win

My lady let Patty Hearst be Bonnie and Clyde

Anybody that stole some money from Johnny, they died

It's all [?], run up in the gas station dressed in all black

'Til the timid intended to fall back

Make 'em open the safe, there ain't enough in the cash drawer

Get away and shoot up with the cops if they catch up

I feel like an old soul

Like if I was there in the prohibition era I'd be makin' gin in the bathtub

And roam with Al Capone

Droppin' your local bae

Known for overkillin' enemies with a car bomb

My shooters are in the skies

They dressin' like G-Men

Blamin' the FBI for murders that we did

The CNT bitch, this is organized crime

North side of Georgia and we showed up [?]

Tell the copper's in the rearview, "Walk a fine line

Get up on me too close bakka-bakka, bye-bye

You gon' get it"

[Chris Webby:]

All I do is chase those flames (Flames)

'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah

So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang)

As I ride with the law in my rearview

No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out)

Leavin' like a thief in the night

So pour a last round and sit the glass down

As I ride with the law in my rearview

If it's cops and robbers I'm the one that'll dodge the coppers

Mob with a squad of monsters

Won't stop the roster

So lock your mom-and-pop shops when I'ma come knockin'

I'm just that crime figure like John Dillinger

Fired up all of my cylinders

Outlaw sinner 'til I get shot down and they draw that chalk 'round my perimeter

With the lights in the rearview, high-speed chase

Pretty Boy Floyd, you ain't know I shoot straight (Hmm)

Under my scruff got a baby face

But got a ski mask on with a gun on my waist

Big bag when I enter (Yeah)

Tell the bank teller (Yeah), "Fill it up or die right now, it's whatever

Don't press that alarm, don't try to be clever

Or they'll carry you out in a body bag on a stretcher"

Veteran of runnin' from the badges (Yeah)

Break laws but I pay my taxes (Yeah)

Won't Al Capone me, too smart for that shit

When IRS come knockin', have at it (Yeah)

Suck my dick while you at it too

Diamonds lookin' like rabbit food

Carats, get it? Take your best shot

Just watch when the shot come back at you

All I do is chase those flames (Flames)

'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah

So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang)

As I ride with the law in my rearview

No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out)

Leavin' like a thief in the night

So pour a last round and sit the glass down

As I ride with the law in my rearview

Right Now lyrics - Chris Webby

Is this what you want from me

You don't wanna do it

You know what it's gonna be

Don't fuck up my mood right now

It's not what you want (not what you want)

If I hit your chick up and she pick up

She Uber to my crib without a hiccup

Using all the data sendin' pictures

Titties out, with them mad shots with her mans house in the backdrop

No she ain't never been one for discreetness

We get it poppin', she hop up out them Vicky Secrets

She gonna come in up again in like a prefix

And by the end of that she can't walk right, on site, all bright

Bongs, pipes, Raw's tight, little black fog lights, all night

Jaw like Cujo, dog bights, you might just wanna run now

Ándale, duck down, I'm on the way

Touchdown, get-get what now? (get-get what now?)

So high, never come down

'Cause that's what you want from me

'Cause I'll give it to ya right now

You don't wanna do it

I can see through you right now

You know what it's gonna be

I'm chillin, I'm cool right now

Don't fuck up my mood right now

That's not what you want (not what you want)

Is this what you want from me?

'Cause I'll give it to ya right now

You don't wanna do it

I can see through you right now

You know what it's gonna be

I'm chillin, I'm cool right now

Don't fucked up my mood right now

That's not what you want (not what you want)

New flow, new bitch

Two-tone new whip

Ya'll cannot reach me

New phone, Who dis? (Hello?)

Ya that price gon' go up, ain't no coupon for this

With my sidepiece like a car fender when I bag her and the bartender

See I been pushin' steady through the long base

All I hear up in my mind is how these songs play

So I'm channeling the spirit of Harambe

Ya, I'm a killa Gorrilla, Attila, Godzilla and everything else in the middle

I think of a plan, like Killer Cam

Get paid in full and hit Miami just to get a tan

My Swisher crammed, with the goodies like 11 grams

They hatin' on me, that's just some shit I just cannot stand

Lieutenant Dan

Is this what you want from me?

'Cause I'll give it to ya right now

You don't wanna do it

I can see through you right now

You know what it's gonna be

I'm chillin, I'm cool right now

I fucked up my mood right now

That's not what you want (not what you want)

(If I hit your chick up and she pick up)

Stone Cold lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Kembe X)

This that raw non-fictional

Mythical creature that's unequivocally lyrical

LSD ingested 'till the visuals are visible

Creep in from my peripherals

And sitting with Sitting Bull in my living room

Got all this medicinal sticky filling the pipe

While we doin' all these traditional Native American chants

Reaching out to the spiritual side of life I've been missing

While caught up in this digital reality we live in this shit been making me miserable

Ain't no more original, nothing is indigenous

Everyone's living vicariously through the insta' pics

Of whichever disposable celebrity their interest is

Bunch of idiots who rise and fall as quick as Icarus

I don't need no pharmaceutical, my mind is limitless

Rare one, you know though, that's why your girl is into this

Said she'd never been this high before and I believe her

So break that tree up

Baby come and follow the leader

They see me rollin' up the pot

And your girl's never been so stoned

She said "that boy so hot"

She knows I am everything that you are not (yeah)

They see me rollin' up the pot

And my world never been so blown

Love is everything I got (Webby, I got you)

I'm gettin' (duece, I got you) mine while I'm on that clock

Ay, I used to smoke it by the ounce

Why you bitin' down?

Motherfuckers selling swag

I might have to buy 'em out

Check ingredients before you try to bite the sound

Nigga's breaking promises like they're too broke to buy a vowel

Black-top baller (uh)

Schemin' on arenas

Shoot my shot then turn around

I think I'm Gilbert Arenas

Growing my own wings, put that on uncle Remus

Freedom fiends, mind over matter

Your matter's fecal

Don't let your pride have you lookin' like a goofy

It's two seats open for viewing, my life's a feature film

Can't fuck with groupies

Just Suzie to keep me Gucci (uh)

She think she love me and I think love is confusing

Crossing lines is a hobby of mine

Watch your step when on my property, that's (prolly a mine)

Bombs, missiles, knives for the weapons formed against me

All of them thoughts of killing me off, them shits all in your mind

They see me rollin' up the pot

And your girl's never been so stoned

She said "that boy so hot"

She knows I am everything that you are not (yeah)

They see me rollin' up the pot

And my world never been so blown

Love is everything I got

I'm gettin' mine while I'm on that clock

I'll lay that mack down

'Til she pass out

Got a slow jam

In the background

What is child's play to a grown man

I'm a whole man with the fam' now

Smoke a blunt right on the porch

Posted at my granny' house

A hard knock block is something to up the ante 'bout

Hustle in my blood, I've been doin' what I gotta do

Until I am the headlining act preforming at Bonnaroo

Baby, I'm just here for the day

And this ain't quite a vacation

That is unless you plan on coming through

Throwin' clouds when I'm loud blazin'

And I keep my head down like a cow grazin'

The crowd favorite

But I grew up

A fuckin' screw up

Gorilla Glued up

I do what

I fuckin' feel like

Not givin' two fucks (What?)

Liquor that's helping me loose up

Fuck the world

I'm knocking ash on my new 'bucks

I grind 'til I need new trucks

Fillin' booze up in a few cups

Lemme loosen up and I reload

So I would suggest that you duck

They see me rollin' up the pot

And your girl's never been so stoned

She said "that boy so hot"

She knows I am everything that you are not

They see me rollin' up the pot

And my world never been so blown

Love is everything I got

I'm gettin' mine while I'm on that clock

Suicide Squad lyrics - Chris Webby

[Chris Webby:]

Introduce a little anarchy

Upset the the established order

And everything becomes chaos

I'm an Agent of Chaos

[Jarren Benton:]

Yeah, Say goodnight to the bad guy

My squad suicidal, wave a tec at the rabbi

Swish cheese ya fucking block when I pass by

Fresh to death like I'm at my wake and I'm mad fly, yeah

Evil bastard, tie you up, you get beat with ratchets

Magneto with the heavy metal, turning g's to ashes

Turning war to war zone with these pretty new gadgets

Beat ya ass, take ya cash, then I feed ya acid

Yeah, I got the game in a headlock

I put this red dot to your lens like Deadshot

Middle finger up, I give a fuck if the feds watch

Bullet though his dreadlock, corpse smell like a egg rotten

Life shorter than a Oompa Loompa

I'm in this bitch with two bazookas

Take me to ya leader, I'm a nuke ya ruler

Nah fuck it, I'll just shoot the jeweler

Riding through the city with some [?]

[Chris Webby:]

We the Suicide Squad

We the bad guys

We sending chills up your spine

When we pass by

Supervillain lifestyle

Don't gotta ask why

Just run motherfucker run, run

We the Suicide Squad

We the Suicide Squad

The motherfucking Suicide Squad

So just run motherfucker run, run

See we Gotham's new guardians

See the way we marching in

Wreaking havoc to the doors, back behind the bar again

Got a little Harley Quin, lighting up a parliament

Shooting rocket launchers out the windows of the car we in

Everyone of us putting in brain hours, and obtained power

Built up a name, now the games ours

Plate of filleted flounder, they'd add on my tray counter

While I'm laughing as I crash my plane in to Wayne Tower

That's what you hear on any stage I rush on

Robotic intellect in the Age of Ultron

Fire in my eyes, heavy weight, my gloves on

My knife is in my boot, with grenades and guns drawn

But then you'll see my name in the paper on page 2

On display, with a mask on my face like Bane do

Spending 28 days in a cage with a rage flu

Insane, strange, deranged and my gang is the same too

We the Suicide Squad

We the bad guys

We sending chills up your spine

When we pass by

Supervillain lifestyle

Don't gotta ask why

Just run motherfucker run, run

We the Suicide Squad

We the Suicide Squad

The motherfucking Suicide Squad

So just run motherfucker run, run

[Locksmith:]

I'm the new religion, a supervillain, no supervision

No use of a noose, or a new submission, no suit can fit him

I'm used to these rappers and new musicians

Act out of superstition and rap like they beggin' in the trap is a new commission

If you understand the fact I'm cool

But keep a distance, in a instance I can snap, I'm cool

Whatever you like, I pull, don't ever attack, I'm fuel

Heath Ledger, bleak weather and Ra's al Ghul

I'll be chilling at the bank man, going where you can't fam

Unbreakable, Bruce Willis with them paint cans

But fuck Bruce, you're more like Damian Wayne

And compared to Locksmith, you motherfuckers is Blankman

General Zod going hard on your iPod

Spittin' at the cameras, break the legs on your tripod

Snatching all the bitches, now they screaming out "My God!"

Suicide motherfucker, that's my squad!

[Chris Webby:]

We the Suicide Squad

We the bad guys

We sending chills up your spine

When we pass by

Supervillain lifestyle

Don't gotta ask why

Just run motherfucker run, run

We the Suicide Squad

We the Suicide Squad

The motherfucking Suicide Squad

So just run motherfucker run, run

Theme Song lyrics - Chris Webby

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

Got bars, yeah the WiFi here got no lag

When I spazz like a rabid animal without a tag

Foaming at the mouth, prowling around, howling and mad

Since I made my escape from a Ukrainian bio lab

I'm a hazard to the public but fuck it I get the bag (yup)

And since I don't do apologies I'm not sorry to brag

Yeah, some rappers call me Webby, the rest are calling me dad

I'm a skull and crossbones, you pussies got white flags (pussy)

Get to waving, I'ma pick up and run, bitch I'm the one

Ruling with a fist as iron as Attila the Hun

The dopest dope you ever smoked, so hold this hit in your lungs

They hit the ground harder and harder the bigger they come

They'll draw that line around your body like a word search

I want the glory but I'll show 'em what I'm worth first

Yeah, I'm branching out my business to the bird's perch

Hand up on my crotch (fucking pervert) tell 'em like

I been gone but you know I never leave long

With the Jamo Neat and my weed strong

Living in the left lane that I speed on

Since I used to whip a dented-up Nissan, yeah

Now this money's what I speak on

From the California king that I sleep on

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

Yeah, step up on the stage like a new man (uh)

Uh, top boy with the food fam

Mad Ps, bills bigger than a toucan (ay)

So let the cameras roll up in the news van (yeah)

Undebatedly, no one's taking the place of me

Webby's that holographic, that Charizard and I'm basically

Sick in the fucking head, and that's why that they medicated me

Crush my ivermectin to powder and take it nasally, I

Woke up this morning

Got myself a gun bigger than pun, y'all better run

Got no permit for it yet but I promise I'm getting one

So watch out when I be flipping the safety off with my thumb (bang)

Dog from the pound, walking around awkward and loud

With some wild shit to say that's leaving jaws on the ground

Let 'em know my gender by shoving my balls in they mouth

Going to hell, y'all just follow me down

I been gone but you know I never leave long

With the Jamo Neat and my weed strong

Living in the left lane that I speed on

Since I used to whip a dented-up Nissan, yeah

Now this money's what I speak on

From the California king that I sleep on

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

And this my motherfucking theme song

Thunder lyrics - Chris Webby

I'm a soldier raised by the thunder clouds

And the floods when the rain came dumpin' down

Suck it up or drown

Buckle up 'cause life can get tough enough

Ain't no fuckin' love around here (Nah)

Let me make one thing clear (Clear)

I'ma be the one they fear

Comin' from the bottom of the bucket to the man of the year

Only threat to my career is the man in the mirror

So hut one, hut two, light the endzone (Yeah)

Play as if it's what life depends on (Yeah)

I came in the game with a mic and headphones

And now I got chains with the righteous gemstones

I rome to the throne on the path in front of me

When I survive past all that they're gonna see

Why I'm one of the greats

I play straight and they should vacate the place

Or at last they're gonna be

All laid down flat where the carpet at

The champ is here

The goddamn bars are back (Yeah)

Big brain like a martian, a mars attack

And if they smart they don't want no parts of that

I start the track like I'm already ready to go

Yeah, I shoot for the stars if I settle below

I'll still hit the moon and light up the room

And trust it gon' be a hell of a show

As I ride through the

Through the rain and thunder

Could've broken down

Through the pain and hunger

Had to hold my ground

Say it can't be done?

Shit, somebody hold my crown

'Cause if they ain't know when they got to the show

Well, they know me now

Yeah

I was born in a bed of flames

To the lightning crash of heavy rains

Now Webby claims the steady aim

At your head and bang like Jesse James

I got kevlar plates that'll line my vest

Hood up on my head, how a shy guy dress

But as I digress, I'm defined as the best

East coast to the (wicky-wicky) wild-wild west (Yeah)

I am the one that they know to be

The coldest with the flow and the poetry

From locally to sold out globally

My first CD dropped in the ovaries

And from my ultrasound to the crowd in front of me

Been a ride that you can't break down in summary

I'll be runnin' 'til they pull the fuckin' ground from under me

When the rain come down and sound of thunder be goin' boom

Step out the way and give me some room

Ride through the flames, the rains and monsoons

Under the full moon

In that black lagoon

The monster in me been tuned and well groomed

Here to raise hell, I'm built for this shit

I live for this game, I kill for this shit

Too real for this shit

In a foxhole with a gun cocked

I'ma die on a hill for this shit

'Cause I am a fighter, my head to the sky

And livin' this life been a hell of a ride

And know in the back of my head when I die

That I'm leavin' a mark they'll remember me by

The reason I do it, it never was fame

The cars and the clout

Or the checks and the chains

I'm in it to carve out my legacy claims

So put some respect on my name

Webby

Through the rain and thunder

Could've broken down

Through the pain and hunger

Had to hold my ground

Say it can't be done?

Shit, somebody hold my crown

'Cause if they ain't know when they got to the show

Well, they know me now

Through the rain

Rain and thunder

Thunder

They know

They know me now

They know me now

They know me now

Through the rain and thunder

Could've broken down

Through the pain and hunger

Had to hold my ground

Say it can't be done?

Shit, somebody hold my crown

'Cause if they ain't know when they got to the show

Well, they know me now

Tropicana lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Anoyd)

I got the Tropicana

Pomegranate with banana

The king of every jungle ask Rafiki my savanna

Covers everything the light'll touch

Here to Indiana to Atlanta

To Louisiana, all the way to Cana-da

Breaking through all the parame-ters

Puttin' on a show, you better get your came-ras

Stamin-a, like Kung Fu Panda, bruh

Ani-mal, don't let me get my hands on ya

Reakin' havoc like Donkey and Diddy all through ya city

Until I make an illegal turn and the officers get me

I'm off of the wall like a flat screen robbery, really

I give the people what they wanted, you feel me?

I got the juice

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, nananana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, woah

I got the juice like I'm squeezin' on fruits, I'm leadin' the troop

I'm stayin' steezy and loose at ease in the booth

Drop the kind of shit you press and play and keep it on loop

From simple to complexity that you can't even compute

I'm speakin' the truth, as it's always been since I was juvenile

Truly wild, step up in that building King Louie style

Make your cutie smile with the shit I say

What can I say? I'm that dude, always been that way

Yeah, I've been the greatest, highly imitated when I drop

Still I stay on top, shit, I never miss when takin' shots

They ain't messing with the mango or the lemonade I got

So much juice that my refrigerator stopped, they can't stop the pace

I'm one dude you cannot replace

This ain't artificial flavor in our concentrates

I got the grapes, I got the squeeze you can't touch

Get yourselves a cup, bottoms up

Yeah

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, nananana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, woah

Nananananananana

Nananananananana

I got the juice, that Tropicana

Nananananananana

Nananananananana

I got the juice, that Tropicana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, nananana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, woah

Undeniable lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, Webby

It's undeniable

Mic check, 1, 2

We rolling, yeah

I like them short and stocky

About yea high, and sorta sloppy

On my Tempur-Pedic fold em up like origami

I am Mr. Hankey recording up in a porta-potty

Cause I am the shit

You're the sheep

I'm the border collie

I'm like Thor the Nordic God up in a mortal's body

Take my auto-bot to the auto-body who's calling shotty?

Just cause I'm white they think I'm trying out for golf or hockey

Or know how to ollie

And where to score some molly

When I'm on Spotify it's Coldplay constantly

Like, the whole discography

I sing along when no one's watching me

And have a vegan garden on my property

Use grammar extra properly

And wave super hard when you saying hi to me

Honestly some of you probably think that shit

But I let em speculate while I just bring that sick twisted misfit with, with a ring that fits

Gladiator when I step into a ring that's it

It's undeniable baby

Got karma on my side, I'mma be alright

Yeah they've been trying me lately

But I feel my second wind picking up my stride

It's undeniable baby

It's undeniable baby

My lyrics are like an LSD micro-dose

Recite those quotes

And you won't find a typo, choke, stutter or misspelled word, because I write so dope

Every cell, every molecule and isotope

It's psychedelic in my blood's system

Even the Jewish women love Christian

Even the nuns fuck with him, they say none fuck with him

Nun-chuck hit em

Michelangelo an animal

Eyes low I got the antidote

It's understandable, they can't stand that I managed to reach to the top, so believe it or not

See it and watch, I'm a

Janitor ready to mop motherfuckers

Put that overtime in when I clock motherfuckers

No sick days, no days off, and know we stay late

No holidays with pay, and no vacay

You should probably vacate the premises

The premise is to be the supervillain, that nemesis, bitch

It's undeniable baby

Got karma on my side, I'mma be alright

Yeah they've been trying me lately

But I feel my second wind picking up my stride

It's undeniable baby

It's undeniable baby

Roll the dice I'll throw it all down and take that risk

Now put your money on the table I'mma take that shit

These dollar signs up on my name like that A$AP clique

And if they putting in the call, then I'mma raise that shit

Roll the dice I'll throw it all down and take that risk

Now put your money on the table I'mma take that shit

These dollar signs up on my name like that A$AP clique

And if they putting in the call, then I'mma raise that shit

Wild In The Streets lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor)

Every human has a voice

Every human has a choice

We all was meant to share this planet

But it all starts with understanding

I wish it could all be so easy

Wake me up from the nightmare on the TV

All the pain, the anxiety and hurt

For the world to change, we have to change first

[Jon Connor:]

Every day, feel like I'm supressin' my feelings

Like I've been sentenced to pay a penance to people

Who for some reason hate my existence

They put us in ghettos and we embraced it

Makin' the most out of a fucked up situation

And you got the nerve to be racist? It's funny

Controlling my education, religion, and money

All we got is pride left and you focused on taking that from me

The picture gets clearer when you feelin' like you at your safest

It's still racist when you ain't in our faces and call us a nigga

It's in the look, it's in the tone

It's when you say "All lives matter" as a way to justify police doing wrong

I know you hate it, but until black lives matter?

Shit, "All lives matter" is a false statement

All I want between you and I is to peacefully unify

Look at the truth from my point of view

And then you decide: who are you inside?

You mean you like seeing humans shootin' and lootin' awry for dudes who got brutalized?

We all done caught a bad one

Lookin' around at all this chaos, Colin Kaepernick

Takin' that knee don't seem that bad, huh?

And now there's screaming in the streets

No, don't give me no brick to throw 'cause what we out here screaming for is peace

I wasn't even a teen when I seen what happened to Rodney King

My niece, Navaya, just turned eleven and now she seeing the same thing

We just tryin' to break the cycle by addressing what we seeing

And me and Webby just an example that we all on the same team

Oh, I heard a shot and laid down

It's gettin' wild in the streets

They settin' fire to the crown

His momma yellin' "Oh, no, no

Why they shot my son? No!"

It's gettin' wild in the streets

When the sun goes down

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah

War on the streets and nowhere to run to

They arming police, military come too

All we wanted was peace, but what we gon' do

Watchin' all these conspiracies come true?

And we got good cop, bad cop

White cop, black cop

Why call the cops when, this cop, that cop

Out here shootin' like it's Call of Duty: Black Ops

Another dead man laying on the blacktop

Rioters sent by the left to stir

This whole pot 'cause the plot's divide and conquer

The right responds with violence beyond redemption

Tension, no one rights the wrongs

And the end result is the corruption bubbling to the top

Ain't a cop that can stop the rumbling

Bringing in SWAT won't stop what's coming

We're past discussion, won't stop for nothing

Unity's louder than troops and gunpowder

The shroud institution has proved they're cowards

They losin' their power, the future is ours

Change gon' come, revolution has flowered

And grown through the cracks of the concrete street

Through the false info that been on TV

This America so the pain run deep

But we can never not be free

Fuck a racist motherfucker, you can go and tell 'em how I feel

So go and play your anthem, I'ma go ahead and kneel

On the ground that the colonists had gotten for a steal

Get it? 'Cause they stole it, shit, I'm just being real

We're a country built off crime and white lies

And I can see it through my white eyes

If you don't see the problem, you the problem

And they all exposed

When our true colors get shown, woah

Oh, I heard a shot and laid down

It's gettin' wild in the streets

They settin' fire to the crown

His momma yellin' "Oh, no, no

Why they shot my son? No!"

It's gettin' wild in the streets

When the sun goes down

Yeezy 350 (Remix) lyrics - Aaron Cohen, Chris Webby & Jarren Benton

Ok full disclosure, I don't even own a pair of no Yeezys

But for my dudes Aaron and Jarren

I'll there when you when you need me

To cook the feature up, send me the beat and I'll freakin beat it up

Poison dart frog with it doggie I got the lethal touch

They ain't reachin us, that rogue vandal

Pulling up on Animal Planet, the whole channel

Better run and duck like I'm Elmer Fudd in an old flannel

With the feng shui every hump day, I'm Joe Camel

Flipping like a lucky bogie, yo they fuckin know me

Yea I'm rolling a j (AJ), I don't mean the son of Tony

What I mean is all this weed is now distortin my vision

I'll fill my fork with your dinner, there ain't no portion to give em

All you hungry hungry hippo - critical, bitches been so

Mad at my success that y'all cryin into your pillows

They see that smoke billow from the highly tinted windows

I'm Shark status to all of these minnows, Webby

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

Serving everybody, I don't need a menu

Gotta get this money, so I hustle like the rent due

Jarren, how'd you even get that gun up in the venue

Lying through your teeth like you ain't fucking bitches raw

But fuck these bitches, I need riches, I got itchy palms

That's why I go ape shit like It G Ma

Tell Kato bro, come get your ma

I don't pay for pussy that's not my M.O.

I get head then ask her for some bread on the Venmo

You think you big balling now, like you Lorenzo

Learn your role before we trade your ass to the N.O.

I'm pelican fly, I might roll through NY in an elegant ride

Drive slow like there's a felon inside

Kevin Gates man, I never get tired

I'm forever inspired, after the show hit the Waffle House

Hit on the methhead waitress like I ain't got a spouse

She ain't got teeth, but she got a mouth

You want this money dog, get your ass up off the couch

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, fuck asking questions Aaron, blast the weapon

I like my bitches organic with no ass injections

In all camo like rambo, when Benton start to snapping

The flow will ghost them like Thanos

Reload the A.R clip, I came to fuck up the game just like J.R. Smith

Supreme box logo, aye momma used to whip the box Volvo

Now I throw her ten stacks just shop in SoHo

Karate kicking down doors nigga watch ya dojo

Your baby mama look like Yaphet Kotto

Bitches in awe, let the semi send em' the kiss of death nigga, like mwah

I sit in the spa, get high while I listen to Nas

The Mink Coat Killa, the god, Benton I'm odd

The bully in this bitch what's happening

East Side nigga, I bare arms like Paddington

I never go bare without the raincoat

Brass knuckle Benton the bully I am insane ho

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

Young Boy lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. RiFF RAFF & SB The Wavegod)

[SB The Wavegod:]

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

[RiFF RAFF:]

I never graduated

Shit like me a lot, I got four-fifty-eighted

Uh, old Jackson, could've played for the Raiders

Jaccuzzi on patio, she getting X-rated

I'm in the lil' night getting faded

Glass house, ten acres

I go to Florida, my gators

I threw a bus down, AP on my ankle

I pour codeine on my pancreas

Do a hundred pushups under midnight

I never seen a golden sprite

Wrist look like a rainbow, bright

[SB The Wavegod:]

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

[Chris Webby:]

I've been evaluated

And ever since then, been fully medicated

I guess I'm just what all the doctors created

Frankenstein with a crazy mind

Gotta become a monster to make it

Yeah I'm cold-blooded like Little Foot

My accountant need to get a bigger book

All the critics diss and said I'd hit a ceiling

But I do not know how a ceiling look

All I know, it's convertible, my flow in the surgical

I've shown that I'm versatile, my limits are vertical

I'll dip with your chick and be all in her cervical

Got 'em all like "Damn homie, Web still be the man, homie"

Pulling up with Dan Tony, iced out in a zamboni

All the fans know me, that's Webster

And I be coming for the cheese like Chester

My chain looking like treasure, gotta use a pirate chest as my dresser, bitch

[SB The Wavegod:]

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here