Feel The Bern (Freeverse) lyrics - Chris Webby

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Webby's lab... 2!

CT, what up man, still got those mother fucking bars on deck

I'm a killer whale

My frigging tail could tip the scales

And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails

On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian bale

I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the city jail

Fuck bail I'm already down in hell and chilling

Raise hell and sinnin

Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him

So when I'm Grammy winning giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping

And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping

From Connecticut to your television, you better listen

Cause the flows so vicious

I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious

So watch yourself bitches

Cause I be so malicious, vicious

So stay the mother fuck up out my business

I roll up and hit this now I am so lit

It's clear I'm on grass like a picnic

And you know we blunt sparking

Eyes lower than Ben Carsons

Space jam ballin I am Marvin a martian

Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon

But I'm going green solar panels in my garden

I'm, commiting arson when I drop my project

And I'm a burn your house down with the shit I drop next

Connecticut to the prime meridian listening

I'm up in every classroom, home and condominium and

I cause a racket bitch and I'm not talking wimbeldon

I get it in

That's why they seeing web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant

There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan

Bitches I'm on my shit again

Thinking back on life but now its different

Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian

I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in

And I got my Michelin scraping the pavement

It's ride or die, bitches get an amen

My rap games godly, pull up with a posy

Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski

Webby kamakazie, bonzie watch me

Detonator in my pocket like a Tomagatchi

Swerving like I'm ozzi, I think it was the molly

I put it down for months but my brain still foggy

I be doing this until the day I go scenial

Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles

I'm a kill shit 'til then with no retrial

Cause I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial

Meanwhile, I'm a swerve like I'm flippin a bitch

And its simple as this, on these minimalists

Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit

When I'm back up in that lab like kibble and bits

Get it? like retriever? the dog, Labrador?

No? What the fuck, all I'm asking is for you to understand me

And some money for the packet store

I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore?

I want them thriftshop checks

So I don't care who I piss off next

Clock in, not a shift off yet

It ain't easy trying to live off debt

Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat

You see I really love rapping bro

But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion show

They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the fuck he doing?

With pants so tight, you see the dam butt cheeks through em

I'm east coast cause my sweats in timbos

A scruffy ass face cigarette and brim low

With a sexy bimbo big breasted nympho

Giving head in a rented limo

So check yo info

The game looking real concerned

Cause when I'm on, I'm a steal your turn

I'm like senator sanders mixed with a fucking charmander

So, either way you gonna feel the burn