EP: "Homegrown" (2013)

• Bar For Bar lyrics - Chris Webby
• Rap Nemesis lyrics - Chris Webby
• Down Right lyrics - Chris Webby
• Do Like Me lyrics - Chris Webby
• Left Lane lyrics - Chris Webby
• Only Way To Go lyrics - Chris Webby
• Aww Naww lyrics - Chris Webby
• Ride On lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Rittz)

Bar For Bar lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah...Webby
I drop 50 bars, mad bars, raised the bar twice
The bars are on me all night
If they wanna go bar for bar we can do it on sight
I'm a beast, you're gonna never see me lose a bar fight

Everyone got an opinion but they won't step up
Can do a fucking handstand still got no leg up
So go ahead, talk your shit, yo, come on get tough
I'll Instagram a dick pic, you could all get fucked
I'm still as sick as a malaria patient, I'm very impatient
Stomping up the stairs of the basement (I'm coming)
No hibernation, yo, this bear is awakened
And half the game be softer than what Ben and Jerry are making
I'm a transcendentalist with literary arrangements
Vocabulary is like a dictionary replacement
But they only talking money and they last time I was checking
The greater percentage of America is in a recession (hold up) (what)
So what you're sayin' is these diamond crusted necklaces
And convoluted messages is really what you're messing with
Where's the dope shit what happened to that
Back when people stepped up to the mic and actually rapped
But now I'm on it, been here for a minute, and now I'm back to get them
Had this devil on my shoulder during catechism
Staying high from the purple and the hash I'm hitting
Brain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolism
I'm here to rap a rhythm, so why you saying shit (why)
So many fucking punch lines, I'm about to break my wrist
Undefeated, yo, I'm hard to be playing with
I'm the king, alter alias is Marcus Aurelius
Killing beats, murder scene, and I'm washing my hands carefully
Scrubbing all the blood out the trunk of the Grand Cherokee
In need of therapy but the doctor's scared of me
Says I need a trip to Shutter Island cuz apparently
I've lost my damn mind,yo, I'm sick in the head
The reason women say that chivalry's dead
I'm that guy, trying to find some company laying in misery's bed
Staying blunted with a fifth to the head
Judge Dredd with a weapon now, laser beam flow bout to blast that
Mother fucking lyricist, you can hashtag that
Freestyle crazy, they like; "Yo, how he rap that?"
So hot off the top, I'll melt the plastic in my snapback
In a hatchback running people over till your body parts are stuck in my motor
Never sober, I got to charge my G-Pen like 12 times every weekend
Sharks and minnows with it always treading in the deep end, shit who needs friends
I got my headphones, an iPod, rhyme book and a pen, homes
Shit, I even got bars in a dead zone
I get it crackin' like chiropractors with neck bones
Shit, I been slept on, way too fucking long now
Studied every fork in the road taking the long route (yes sir)
Mapped it out like cartography, build my bridges strong
And now I know that anyone that stomps at me will tremble in my hands
Run them off my lands, see I always stuck it to the man
Fuck it, cuz I can, bringing out the ruckus is my plan
Puffing on a gram, if you want some trouble I'm your man
Comfortably stand right where I'm at
Soon to be legend, ain't no fighting the facts
About to rise to be a mother fucking titan of rap
Give them pieces of my soul and put my life in a track
In the game where people quick to put that knife in your back
Gotta teach yourself to move like a wolf or get preyed on
Fuck blowing up the real challenge is to stay on
You must be fucking stupid if you take on
This crazy white boy, keep my game face on
And my shades on, and my brim low, and my mind right
Cooking up a sick flow, chewing through my leash, now see the kid go
Because now we here bitch, welcome to the show

Rap Nemesis lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook]
It's that evil rap nemesis, putting together sentences
Let it be said a bit with the excellent rhetoric
It's that evil rap nemesis, putting together sentences
Verbally a double barrel shotty, leave you blown apart
It's that evil rap nemesis, putting together sentences
Started off small, now I do it for the masses
It's that evil rap, evil rap, rap rap nemesis, putting together sentence...

[Verse 1]
It's that evil rap nemesis second coming of Hendrix
Breaking laws, flipping off Officer Friendly, bitch
I'm a Jedi in the booth, with the power of phantom menaces
Light saber swinging, chopping off your appendages
Generously applying the dopest of rhyming
Open your eyes and see the headlights running over you driving
Over and over and over it on the road that I'm riding
You better open your mind or I'll do it for you (alright)
I'm just a mother fucking psychotic, neurotic, embodiment
Of everything your parents told you not to be probably
Taking shots out the bottle and now Alcoholics Anonymous
Smoking White Rhinoceros with Zach Galifinakis
Dropping hits of acid while rapping that's multi-tasking a lot of shit
Practicing karate kicks on people back in the audience
Popping Klonopin, obviously, shots'll be honestly
You, pull me out the party, I'm the shit ain't no stopping me dude

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
The Governor up out The Walking Dead I'm at your head with an axe
And you mother fuckers better get the cameras ready for action
So listen up, Webby is rapping and Semi is scratching
Shit is bound to cause a deadly reaction
Step to Webby motherfucker you gonna see how unfair feels, repping Fairfield to Norwalk
So damn, real, and you know I stay with the trees like Bear Grylls
Jimmy Hoffa the fucking beat and leave them in landfills
I just stand still, back in the building, spit this shit so cold
You can feel it in your cavity filling
I'm just trying to get some money till it stack to the ceiling
With all these motherfucking tracks that I'm killing
Well you know I got my Super Mario star, I'm untouchable
Fucking Clair Huxtable making her put an oven full of brownies with the hash oil
Then we cook them up until I toss them in my tummy and my brain is dysfunctional

[Hook]

[Outro]
Now-now-now-now-now I-now I-now I do it for the masses
Now I do-do-do it for the masses
Now-now-now-now-now I-now I-now I do it for the masses
Now I do-do-do it...

Down Right lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro]
Yea, yea. Cause we came to get down right. Yea, yea, yea...

[Hook]
Cause we came to get down right, yea
Eyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zone
Cause we came to get down right, yea
Ride slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blow
Cause we came to get down right
Damn right, sloppy sloppy drunk
And we came to get down right
Damn right, green up in my blunt
This what it sounds like [x2]
I don't know about you, but I came to get down right

[Verse 1]
Three below, cold on the scene when I freak the flow
Full zip lock, got the weed to roll, thick chick with the double d's leaving o-
Ver my center console in my vehicle, unzip my pants, give my jeans a pull
And even though, I put a little MDMA in your mom's martini (she ain't even know it)
We back to rip it, I'm classic, it's past terrific
I'm smashing these whack rappers, and clash with critics
At the same time, I'm rolling up grass and hit it, and drinking liquor till they telling me I'm past the limit
I'm half smashed and half baked, with accur-ate, flow that's so damn hot I'll evaporate
Let me elaborate, I'm with your chick in the back on my lap doing things that her dad would hate, so get

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Webby up next, success on the front steps
Ticking time bomb, someone dial up Funk Flex
Time to set me off bitch, none left when the dust sets
Got em upset, that I do it this big, white kid that'll never give a fuck less
That'll never pass a drug test, cause I came to get down right man, why you up left?
Hutt one, hutt two, let it go yo, Tony Romo with a bag full of homegrown
And my hat down so low, you can't even tell it's me up in the mother fucking photos, yo (yo)
Tell them wait a minute, when I'm waking up fully faded with a naked chick it's
My memory, and uhh, I forgot your name, what is it?
(Are you kidding?) Sorry girl that's the way I'm livin, so get

[Hook]

[Bridge]
[Piano solo played by Remo the Hitmaker]
This is what is sounds like [x3]
Yea

[Hook]

Do Like Me lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
Let's go!
See it's Webby
The dude who fucked your girl last Summer
And I ain't even asked for her number, bummer
And I ain't even smash with a rubber
So if your kid look like me
Don't even ask motherfucker
Huh, you could be just like Web'
With a bottle in your hand
And a blunt to the head
Adderall (check!), shit I got my meds
But I think the doctor gave me something else instead
See I'm back again
What's happenin'
Real life Billy Madison
And you know that I be rollin'
Life of a rockstar
Until I see those fucking lights on the cop car
When I hit it (Woop Woop!) we out
Time to dip, bring a chick to my parent's house
Hit it on the tempurpedic from the back, right there
'Till I hear (Chris) Mom stay the fuck downstairs!

[Hook:]
So put your hands up, and do like me
Fill your cups up, and roll that weed
Sloppy drunk in that VIP
Ever since I had a fake ID
So put your hands up, and do like me
Wash those pills down, and feel that beat
Tat your skin up, and sag those jeans
You could be just like me

[Verse 2:]
See it's Webby
The dude who.. ah shit, that was last verse
I'm so high that I'm reading shit backwards
Jedi Master, life of a bachelor
Your girl's like salt (Why?) all up on this cracker
Walk around dizzy, with a cup full of whiskey
The next shot of Jack in front of me looking risky
Think about it quick, then I drink it more quickly
Cause fuck, everybody in the club getting tipsy!
From the booth to the track, I am here
At your frat with a beer, unlatching brassieres (uh)
And I'm feeling like I'll never go to sleep
With all this shit that's in my system
I'll be up for a week
So it's time to party like I do (I do)
Because it's all I know, I don't even try to (try to)
'Till I'm forty-five thinkin how the time flew (time flew)
With a cup of vodka and some ice cubes
Telling them to

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
We smoking
And we be drinking
And we be fucking
All like its nothing
That's all I know
Party, until we black out
And then we pass out
Then wake up like
Fucking let's do it again!
So everybody just

[Hook]

Left Lane lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook]
I be living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes, watch the world from the third person inside
I be living in the left lane
Never looking back with my foot up on the gas, ain't got no time to react
I be living in the left lane
Moving too fast, I'm just trying not to crash, it could all end in a flash
When you be living in the left lane

[Verse 1]
Fast money, fast women, fast cars, doing donuts in the back-yard
Middle fingers up like a rap star, telling me I go too hard
Shots all lined up on the God damn bar, with a chick so bad she dropping jaws
And I'm dropping trou and I hit that raw, yeah
Live this way till I lose my mind, me I'm doing fine
Fucking monster call me Frankenstein and Dracula combined
On my grind, in my verbal prime, still Optimus Rhyme
Got Griselda Blanco coke and no one fucking with these lines
Cause uh, all this shit is apart of my job, the parties the woman
The liquor the music, living a life you could only imagine
Put it in words and I give it to you, kids
But I told them, please don't try this at home, you really will lose it
So don't blame me if my listeners do it (let's go)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Let me carefully win, they callin' me Jeremy Lin, never stare at the rim
If you going to give me the rock I'm gonna dribble and carry it in, no comparing to him
Up on the road everyday, chugging a bottle of gin, contacts lens, 20/20
But you can't see them from under my brim, do it again ('gain)
Beast mode, cup full, trees rolled, shit I'm here to rap
And if you're not I'd check that ego, try to keep it peaceful
But if they be coming at me bro
I'm rolling up in a tank, like I got Grand Theft Auto cheat codes
A mix of Mick Jagger and Morrison on tour again, pushing the fucking limits till I'm in the crematorium
Cause when a star goes out it does so in a blaze of glory, then Mr. Harry Fraud will just bring the chorus in

[Hook]

Only Way To Go lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro]
I got the game on lockdown, ridin' with the top down, and I'm feeling so good
Baby we'll be headed to the top now cause it's the only way to go

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm on a roll now, traveling all around the globe
Only my booking agent know where I'm about to go
With a pretty young thing and an ounce to roll
Live that rockstar life call me Aldous Snow, uh
Feeling great, filet mignon on my plate
But I'm always staying hungry, you can see it on my face
You can see it in my eyes, I'mma win this race
Pulling through the finish line, like Brink on skates
And I'm feeling spectacular, still an eligible bachelor
It's so lovely, french kissing models with some molly on my tongue
In a different city every night like I was on the run
We gone, we gone, shout to everyone who supports me
Legal troubles over with, no more going to court, B
Now I'm chilling with a Vicky and a Courtney, top down, warp speed

[Hook]
I always told them "I will never stop" now, look at what I got now
Always knew that I would, baby, and we headed to the top now
Cause it-it's the only way to go
Now I got the game on lock-down, riding with the top down
And I'm feeling so good, baby, and we headed to the top now
Cause it-it's the only way to go

[Verse 2]
I been out to sea, had to send an SOS
But I made it back to shore and I'm next on deck
Always got a little sexy brunette on text
Saying "I'll see you when you back in town xox"
I've been slept on like futons, looked over like typos
Now you see my fucking name up in the lights, yo
Always been the under dog call me Fido
But I know, and always knew that I would win the fight bro
Either that or I'm going to go down swinging
Never back down if we gotta throw down, bring it
But still we having fun, strip club, pile of ones
And act a jackass, R.I.P Ryan Dunn
Shout to Sap always killing a track
We just some kids making money, what's the matter with that
And until I get a Grammy I'll be doing just dandy
The black sheep's now the bread winner of the family

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go

[Verse 3]
I only think about it when I'm looking back
To the kid I used to be writing lyrics during class
Back when I had nothing but ambition and a dream
And a composition notebook full of rhyme schemes
I mean, I was a fuck up, but then I grew the fuck up
And gave it everything while I was working on my come up
And now I came up and baby I won't stop till I'm done
So now I'm yelling at the top of my lungs (Let's go!)

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro]
Yeah, I'm feeling good right now, man
All these years of hard work are finally paying off
There's really only one direction to go now
And that's up, so ya'll coming with me or what

Aww Naww lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro]
Yeeeeaaah, Webby

[Hook]
I've been going hard, all these years been on the low
Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door
Now my name is hot so they be acting like they know
And they leading my right through those velvet ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell your friends
It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin

[Verse 1]
Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fight fair
I swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like corned beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet
24 deep on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm used to em
You ain't doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxed
And now you like; "Fuck Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with back bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my window like
Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here
Then head back to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm living differently
The clubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls that used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's literally

[Hook]

Ride On lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Rittz)

[Verse 1]
See now my cup is full, my vibe is boosted
My fate is undecided, but it's going down the way that I choose it
Living life up on the stage and it's like I'm on display
And the fans coming through when they know every word to the songs that I fucking play
Bang the speakers out plus tears are leaking out
Girls in the crowd are freaking out, labels reaching out
Buzz is peaking out, when I'm doing everything I dreamed about
Man, I think I'm on one, saw the easy route, took the long one
And now they ain't ready for this crazy white boy
Running through the rap game like Donkey Kong
Cause I be super smashing them I'm back with a rap attack
I'm homegrown and I grew the roots and it's about damn time that I flew the coop
So mother fucker let me show you what this dude could do
Going through the roof and I'm gonna hold my own
CT down to the bones, so anywhere I'm going you know I'm coming back
Because as they say, ain't no place like home so then I'm gone

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on

[Verse 2]
I'm here to do my thang, so what you really know about that shit
Good kid in a fucked up game, suitcase still packed from the last trip
Like this and I feel alright, turned around my life
Started from the bottom, now I'm in the middle
Sitting first class on a flight and I still got fight
As long as I got a mic I'll recite the type of hype shit that'll spark ignite
And set the world on fire when I give it a light
You never heard of one like this in your life because I go so hard
Got these bars on me, baby, I'm a super star and the bass go roar
Like I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my car
R-R-Roger that the rhyme is back, stepping on the gas pedal when I write a track
Real shit, anybody that deny the facts, fuck you, ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody got time for that shit, the same kid crashing Datpiff
Is back to the smack the world off it's axis
I'm in the game now, you better go home and practice
Firework in the sky bitch, get so high, fuck around and hit a pilot
I'm just feeling like it really is my time, this rhyme shit ain't for the weak
Don't try this, at home if you ain't ready for the life, this game ranks whether or not you like it
So I'm telling you all the ups and downs so you can see the world I'm in, looking through my eyelids

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on

[Verse 3: Rittz]
I came close to being on and as a got I could of made it
Frustrated with the industry, how can I motivate it
Feeling like the only loser that my parents pro-created
Watching homies that associated with me goin wait it
So it's my turn for the mic
But I saw my nigga so elated
I was jaded, when I made it, it was hard to believe
Even harder for me not to wear my heart on my sleeve
But, people judging me in the public
And I started to read, the comments underneath my video, my skin is thick enough
It's hard to describe the feeling when somebody telling me that my music got them through when they were feeling like giving up
He standing right in front of me tearing up
Cause he enough with his girlfriend and they breaking up
He breaking up, playing my music it helps to lighten the blow
Player wishing to sleeping like 20 times in a row
Mouthing the lyrics when they hear it getting hype at the show, I love it
Ain't got no money, but I'm getting through
Gotta remind myself, time to time when I get in a depressing mood
I'm getting papers
Light in piece of hell I deserve and I serve
Thinking they crude, they look at my dressing room
1,000 miles away they want an autograph
He said he like my deep records and my party tracks
I scribble things across the bottom half
It's Rittz and Chris Webby, you ready, let's hit the launching pad, let's fly

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on

mixtape: "Bars On Me" (2012)

• Bars On Me lyrics - Chris Webby
• Webster Morgan lyrics - Chris Webby
• Wait A Minute lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Bun B & Kid Ink)
• Change The World lyrics - Chris Webby
• CT 2 Shaolin lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Method Man)
• Bowser lyrics - Chris Webby
• Dark Side lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Emilio Rojas)
• Is It Alright lyrics - Chris Webby
• At It Again lyrics - Chris Webby
• Whatever I Like lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor)
• Dangerous lyrics - Chris Webby
• So Fresh lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Prodigy)
• Hide N Seek lyrics - Chris Webby
• Way Of Life lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. D. Lector)
• Mission Statement lyrics - Chris Webby
• Fragile Lives lyrics - Chris Webby

Bars On Me lyrics - Chris Webby

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 be,
Supposedly I'm dope, Saint Nicholas ain't as cold as me.
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 at.
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,
But they ain't fucking with me, period, yo, fanito.

Webster Morgan lyrics - Chris Webby

[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
Heh! Webster! Yeahh

Wait A Minute lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Bun B & Kid Ink)

[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah!
See, listen up girl
You look good and all but
I gotta make my money
Gotta have priorities you know

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you
But there's money to be made and I'm really tryin' to get it
So baby, what I need you to do?

[Hook: Chris Webby]
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

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
There's a woman that I love and she gave birth to me in 88
Aside from all these bitches all come second to the paper chase
Not to sound conceited but I work my fucking ass off
I'll be a dumb motherfucker if I let the women take away from me stacking all of my cash dawg
That's all, end of story
You're good in bed and all but making money's mandatory
So salute the canting when I come through when I rip the rapid
Got money on my mind it's time to make it happen
Aside from the attraction you ain't shit but a distraction
So just sit there and relax while I work on bringin' this cash in
Now that I got a taste of it, I just can't stay away from it
This ain't me selling out, this is me on my makin' paper shit

[Bridge:]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you
But there's 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

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
I need a second, 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 winters snow nice sunny on
I just need you to be my ride to die
You know where I'm going, getting money is the alibi
Maybe when I hit a hundred mili I'll be satisfied
Till then, gotta keep it rolling get your camera time
All that gotta hit the road jack
Why you're acting crazy? Think you need some Prozac
I know how them hoes act, and I leave em' alone so
You should know, who the star? Girl it's your show

[Bridge:]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you
But there's 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

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Now as the world keep revolvin' and the plan is keep rotatin'
Got my eyes on the prize and if our only suckers hatin'
I'm posted in the Lamb, man I'm putting in the time
If I'm tryin get the tickets so our stack is there to shine
It's people on the sidelines, waiting for a chance
To be here in the starting lineup with the rock up in their hands
All I needed was a shot, but nobody ever gave me one
So I got tired of waitin' on it and went and made me one
Now I'm in the game, fuck the fortune and the pain
Don't get caught up in the pleasant lights and banners with your name
It's all here today then it's all gone tomorrow
In the clubs you made it rain, they won't let you come back and borrow

[Bridge:]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you, like you
But there's 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

Change The World lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro:]
Crazy world we live in man, now more so than ever
You know we're at a pivotal point in history
If shit keeps going the way it's going right now
Man, I don't even wanna think about it sometimes
But you have to, you always gotta be aware of what's going on around you
No one man or woman can change the world by themselves

[Verse 1:]
I'm a hundred percent made in the USA and ain't nobody gonna change that
But how many people can we have our nuclear missiles aimed at
Before somebody steps up and aims back
That how they startin' to react all over the map
Got the weapons to attack for an oil contract
Average American's a travelin' man
Given a gun and boots send um to Iraq and Iran
US gettin' that oil money that is the plan
Against mother fuckers with bombs in that back of the van
Shit you gotta see it from a different side
The safety of America is livin' a lie
Your enemies don't give a fuck if they live it and die
Or bombs that can change the world in a blink of an eye
So I live for the day when I step in the ring
Because tomorrow is definitely not a definite thing

[Hook: x2]
I'm not here to change the world, I'm just doin' what I do
A lot's going on right now I'm just tryna make it through (true)
And I'm not here to change the world, I'm just giving you a point of view
But, I'm a do my part but then it's up to you (do)

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, while you at home worryin' about payin' the bills
Scientists workin' on some new ways to kill
Everybody need to light a fuckin' j and chill
Cause if it stays this way, be afraid for real
I'm not sayin' everybody gotta be best friends
But it's to the point I can't watch CNN
While we should be goin' forward we all headed backwards
If it ain't a war it's a natural disaster
We took the world and we ripped it up
And now mother nature's pissed at us
And we fuckin' with a force that we can't controll
And if we don't change somethin' we'll pay the toll
Generations before us said it's not my problem
Thanks a lot guys now it's on us
I'm just doin' what I ought to do
Because it's time to make a change and it starts with you (do)

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Guitar Solo by: David Webster]
[DJ Drama:] David Webster let it talk to um!

CT 2 Shaolin lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Method Man)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
It's lights, camera, action, run it and still rappin'
Lyrical tornado, twister, Bill Paxton
On two E pills, three vics and six aspirin
This bull's running plays on the court like Phil Jackson
I am mad raw, fucker, better back off
Punch line pros, we leaving you with a cracked jaw
Down in MIA sniffing on some bath salts
Eat your fucking face off and spit it on the asphalt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Call up Rick Grimes and aim for the head and shoot at least six times
Connecticut to Shaolin, show 'em what the bounce is
Coming with that fire so you better bring an ounce, kid
It's that motherfucker fucking panty stuffer, listen to the real can't stand the others
Cop a lethal weapon like Danny Glover
Walk into the woods bust rounds at Bambi's mother, uh

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Live and let die, I get it like I spit it, we ride like an AMG, get it? G5
Five, Michael in it, got the key to the city
We vibe, no commercial interruptions, we live
Warning, see now that you have entered the zone
Professionals at work, do not attempt this at home
All I need's a verse and a minute when it's on
I'll be begging like a convict for minutes on the phone
Up until they throw me in a box, or catch me in the trap, trying to throw away the rock
I'm a product of the block, a hustler, the product in the socks
Serve a customer, regardless of the cops
Regardless of the guap, still a legend
On fire, cause I'm hot, y'all are sweating, still denying that I'm not
In fact, Webby, I'm like the overweight lover, I'm that heavy
Minus the frames and fat belly

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
Thanks for that Meth, we do this man you know
CT to Shaolin, C. Webby to John Blaze
It's just that hip hop shit, you know, it's that
That raw emotion that you get when you get behind this mic, like you know?

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Suburban rap savior's back, slay it when I lay a track
The fourth Animaniac, the Timothy McVeigh of rap
They so concerned whit swag that they forgot about the basics
That's some shit I can't respect, I'll never hold my tongue or take it back
This is art, this is true, this is all I know
The only time I feel at peace is when I start to flow
I don't care if the masses think that my shit's hot
Cause this is raw, this is me, this is hip hop

Bowser lyrics - Chris Webby

Call me Bowser, hit em on the floor like boss bitch
It's 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 it's showtime, they telling me that yo' time
Freestylin' 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 cypher laughing
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'm a 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 breakin' badder than Tuco Salamanca
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 Trinitiys back
But different in rythym so listen to that
So Mario should do is cardio and grab a flower, 'cause u'll need to throw some fireballs if you gon' step to Bowser

Dark Side lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Emilio Rojas)

[Intro]
You're fulfilling your destiny Anakin
Become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force
I will do whatever you ask
Good

[Chris Webby]
You've now been welcomed to the evil side, better start small
When the dark calls, better play it how the cards fall
This is hard ball, spit so cold your car stalls
Webby got that dark side shit, Darth Maul
Sith lord, super Shredder with a big sword
Jaws in the flesh, you’re a kid up on a kick board
Nighty night for you the second that they let the shark loose
Little footed punks ain't ever fucking with a sharp tooth
Webby gonna take 'em to the dark side
Ain’t nobody messing when the bars fly
Every single one of us going to hell
So why not make sure we all fry?
This my spot and I call 5′s
Gotta chick next to me hog tied
Every single bitch in the vicinity better duck for cover
The fucking second that the dog bite
Ain't nobody crazier than Chris
I’ma fuck the game raw and have a baby in this bitch
So just follow to the dark side
GPS, type it in
And you will never end up goin' home again

[Hook]
Take a walk into the dark side
I don’t know just where I'm going, but so far it’s been a hell of a ride
Welcome to the dark side
There’s a devil in all us all you gotta do is just let it inside
Welcome to the dark side

[Emilio Rojas]
It’s 2012, and I'm boning everything raw, I'm fucking the world in it
I'm running and AIDS clinic on a mission to get a new girlfriend
And I'm in that waiting room I got em edible arrangements
Cuz nothin' says let’s fuck with no rubber like fruit bouquets bitch
No WWJD (nah) everyone of my brothers are crazy (nah)
It wasn’t my mother who raised me (nah)
I come from the gutter that made me, huh?
From the Roc where the blocks is bad
And kids go to school through Zombie Land
Even though them all live in Crombie Land
And nah they don’t get drunk they hit Molly man
Meth heads on they death beds
Chicken heads livin' for their nest eggs
Her mother was strugglin' with addiction
So she been into drugs since she breast fed
So depressant and they ain't no exception
No cold edge, just co-defendants
Vacant buildings with their full attendece, with vacant stairs, you got no expression
Take you there if you want, I got demons boy they do haunt
Seein' people havin' that tone, now that’s the reason we all flaunt
I was born with nothin' I’ma die for somethin'
Otherwise I done been alive for nothin'
I earned it all they provided nothin', even if I have to join the dark side and touch it

[Hook]

[Sample]
Your arrogance blinds you, Master Yoda
Now you will experience the full power of the dark side

Is It Alright lyrics - Chris Webby Is It Alright

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Listen babe is it alright if I spend my night beside you
Cause 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
Cause 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
Ya'll shit out of service (haha)

Whatever I Like lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Webby back up in this bitch, running at the fucking lip
Proud to be American? Huh, yo fuck the government
The president ain't doing shit
And everybody knows, a fucking country is controlled by corporations, CEO's
Tell me how they locking people up for 20 bags of 'dro
The people making laws the biggest criminals on the globe
Feeling is different now that I'm old enough to see right through the media
And search to find the truth through all the bullshit that they feeding us
Kids today are learning what they know from Wikipedia
And take whatever pills the fucking doctor says you need in ya
Generation RX, now I'm fucking dependent
On attention medications cause I've been on em since I was seven
Now we need Adderall to wake up, an Ambien to sleep
Vicodin to ease the pain and steroids if you're feeling weak
And everybody on the street is on their phones like they don't give a damn
And kids are learning social skills from Facebook and Instagram
So I light up a doobie and exhale, blowin smoke up in the sky
While I'm looking at chemtrails
With grimy politicians and twisted Mayan predictions
I'm like fuck it, let me just enjoy my time while I'm living
The shit is got me saying

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me
You’ll never find another motherfucker like me
Somebody stepping to the kid is unlikely, so bite me
I do whatever I like, with these words that I write
Soon as I pick up a mic, I do whatever I like
Bitch I do whatever I like

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
I'm so fly my attitude has take me to a cruising altitude
Of a view that will show you how a falcon moves
I got no rules I'm not prohibited or limited
Excuse me if I'm offending you, suck my dick my people is feelin it
Feminine feelings about my opinions just let me know that I'll be scarier
Free style equal free speech; I thought this was America
America, home of the free, land of the brave
I'm at home on the stage, I fuck your head up
Like trying to run a comb through the braids
A dog in the rap game and still ain't got no bone thrown in my cage
A fucking immature juvenile, only thing wrong is my age
And you won’t sit you’ll see sick like the boat rocking on waves
And honestly I gotta be a paranoid
Cause I watch my iPhone but I feel like my iPhone is watching me
I'm in a whirl-wind, I wonder where the world went
Cause that motherfucker can help you find me faster than my girl can
And this world is fucking up, this world is fucking us
Technology fucked us up, and Siri you're a fucking slut
The way this world turning is beyond me
Between the economy, astrology, and bath salt zombies, I'm like

[Hook]

Dangerous lyrics - Chris Webby

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 and I told you what
Get up on the stage and the show is nuts
Microphone in my cobra clutch, what
Jack frost on the beat cuz I be too cold to touch
Hit em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck
Baby girl hit your knees and open up
CT vandal, and I never gave a shit don't plan to
Cuz I'm here to make a splash like Shamoo
Damn you ran through any competition that I can do
Can you figure the flow and keep pace
Joints rolled up to the face
Turn up the bass till my windows break
Flow well done lemme reaise the stakes
Since '88 I been a mother fuckin 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 thats the plan
Fuckin every girl I can
Ball like jordan, space jam
Pass me the rock and I'll hit em with the slam
D-d-done bass line comin out the trunk
Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt
Money up front, chasing cheddar
Can't stop be bitch I'm way to clever
Gimme a beat, no one can blaze it better
Spit so cold I can change the weather
Bitch I'll be 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
Lemme go ahead and do it like this now
Sit down making the beat my bitch now
Hit it with that 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 counterfit
So put some drank in your cup, bounce to this
And get loud as shit, t-rex raw
Imma tape in and I eject yours
Banging the fuck outta the girl next door
Too smart, and I might just check my test scores
Rock with the flow and a round of bets
Always on the grind no time to rest
Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest
And then I worked her out like a P90X
I just sign the cheque, and them I make them bills
Shit, and I don't even got no deal
I know who I am and I keeps it real
So damn fresh haven't cracked the seal
King of the kill, wreck with the words
Proved I'm the mother fucking best in the burbs
Step to me, then you bound to get served
No entree dish, I'm a full dessert
I just put in that work, nine to five
Jet pack flow, time to fly
No such thing as kinda high
Burnt down all day thats what I decide
Yee, its C.W.
And we rollin in the whip when I'm coming through
We’re drinking pop another pill or two
And I'll be lovin, my life, bitch how about you

So Fresh lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Prodigy)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Webby hit them in the head with it, until they lose they lose their motor skills
Constantly confronting my lyricism and flowing ill
Now they know the deal, crushing shit, clover field
Rappers need to get their weight up cause they’re looking Jonah Hill
Compose the real, there ain’t no slim fast here
And Poland Spring is what I bring, cause I can spit that clear
Shout to Jude and Lord Sear, all out to their speakers
Making real rap music, they singing with Justin Bieber
It’s a shame, everyone on the radio sound the same
One more person rhyming model with bottle I go insane
All these bullshit club records with they autotune and dance moves
Everybody selling now, but that’s the shit I can’t do
What up P, Queens to CT
Let me show ‘em how we do it in the 203
Shout to apathy any other real people doing it
My chips are all in, move or lose it for the music, yeah
Bowser's back chillin' where the sour's at
Went against the odds and rose above and shit, I’m proud of that
Kicking flows on my tekken shit
Rapping superpower stronger than the X man, bitch, yeah (GANGSTA)
Oh, you shook once you fall back
Fight night, fall, get your jaw cracked
We keep it infamous, and making punk rappers dig a ditch and bury their careers
Cause these rap game, we’re built for this!

[Hook: Prodigy]
Rapping out of control, these rappers is slow
I got the permanent flow, I’m stuck in this zone
I’m so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
I keep it so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Rapping out of control, these rappers is slow
I got the permanent flow, I’m stuck in this zone
I’m so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
I keep you so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Rap God, my balls are that hard
My blood is that frosty, cold is up north
In the mountains and college doing sex on a bar
Like two hoodies on, it’s freezing, I’m charged
My adrenaline pumping, and it’s keeping me warm
I got so many plans in my head, it’s keeping me going
Cause I know the other side of these barb wire fencing
It’s a whole world out there for me to just dig in
And eat like a runaway slave
These cotton picking bitches, trying to get me for my pay
Listen, I am not the idiot nigga, I am not the [?] ho
I kill your perm though, and let the third go
When a rapper try to stunt on me
Yo, Webby, get ‘em, School these youngins' who the fuck I be (I got you)
You can’t put pimp in a box
You can pigeonhole me, I do what I want
MC [?] is with fat laces, sneaker king bitch, nice pair of Asics
While you at home, plugged it to the Matrix
Me and C-Web get bread in real life, take a pic
Cause I stay PIF and they need to go shopping when they see my fresh
It’s like this nig, it’s like that rat
None of ya’ll better ever try to act like you that ill

[Hook]

[During and after hook outro: Prodigy]
When ya'll gonna learn
Everybody ain't got it
Please, check our résumés
Webby, yeah my nigga
Aye yo my nigga J-Cash told me
Fuck a intro
It's betta to tell um to fuck off at the end of the song
So fuck off, nigga
Bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers
Wanna-be celebrities
But you'll never be nothin' like Chris Webby and Dom P
Uhh, it's like that nigga

Hide N Seek lyrics - Chris Webby

[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 it
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
But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek

Way Of Life lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. D. Lector)

[Sample]
Never let you out of my sight
Be it day, be it night
You belong to me, that's the way it will be wrong or right

[Intro: Chris Webby]
You belong to me now
It's just gotta be that way, you know?

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Listen hip-hop, I've been chasing you for quite sometime now
And now I got you where I want you, shit it's you and I now
You've been fucking around with every other dude
While I made all these mixtapes for you, listen boo
I'mma never let you down, I'mma roll for you
I would get on one knee and propose to you
Shit I've spent my whole life trying to prove that I was worthy
But if you ever cheat on me, your dead bitch, you heard me?
Huh, to see you fucking around with other dudes has got me going nutty
Because you know their only in it for the money
I would stand with you though think and thin
Bitch I hope you're listening
You got me second guessing the reality I'm living in
Because you're my way of life
Think about you day and night
Because of you now I finally got my paper right
But I've seen what you do to your other boyfriends
Build them up until their at the top and then destroy them
One minute your hot at the club popping Rosé
And next thing you know your scrubbing floors at Chipotle
Baby you're a bitch, yes I love you but I hate you
You think she's loyal for a second then she fucking plays you
Huh, a shot at you, I had to take it
Because you got me infatuated, I graduated from a nobody to a damn MC
And I'mma hold you down bitch you better stand by me
Yeah

[Hook]
You are my way of life
The only way I know
You are my way of life
I'll never let you go

[Verse 2: D. Lector]
This isn't music, it's a way of life
When haters bite
They pay the price
I'll take your mic
And stab your face in twice
But it ain't a 8-inch stainless knife
So say goodnight
I'll stay and fight
Like Dana White
The way I write
Is crazy hype
You say your nice
Uh, but we ain't alike
Ray of light
Playing a pipe
Just bent the game over
Never spent a day sober
So I've yet to catch a hangover
Ford Mustang frame with the train motor
I wanna change lives
You want a chain and a Range Rover
I gotta son, spending money I don't have yet
Mad stress, no assets
Just hope dreams and past debt
Trying to stack cheques and snap necks
Because I know cash rules everything around me, ask meth
I gotta get it, while I can before its too late
Fuck a cube steak
I just ate some dudes face
On Route 8
I'm super baked
Losing it, these bath salts stupid, zooted, jupalooted
Hip-hop why you diluted with this useless music?
I'm anti-radio, anti-autotune
Fuck that, I'm anti all of you
What's wrong with you to do what I was taught to do
Slaughtered cruse, Talking rude, hopper too [?]
But I feel fucking awesome dude
People often snooze, so why you daydream
I'm your worst nightmare, or at least it may seem
I've been screaming death to mainstream since I was eight teen
Mother fucker

[Hook]

Mission Statement lyrics - Chris Webby

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 to
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 me
It's my time now
You cannot interfere with this shit it was destined to be
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 me

Fragile Lives lyrics - Chris Webby

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
Yeah

"There Goes The Neighborhood" (2011)

Church (Intro) lyrics - Chris Webby
What I Do lyrics - Chris Webby
Skyline lyrics - Chris Webby
There Goes The Neighborhood lyrics - Chris Webby
Bad Guy lyrics - Chris Webby
Through The Roof lyrics - Chris Webby
Bounce lyrics - Chris Webby
I'm Gone lyrics - Chris Webby
Take Me Home lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Slaine)
Until I Die lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Zavaro)

Church (Intro) lyrics - Chris Webby

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, bitch
Smart guy like Taj Mauer eatin’ pot brownies
On the run for killing beats ‘till the fuckin’ 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 fucking neck
Slicing up these beats
While you bitches 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 fucking 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 motherfucker
Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherfucker
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
Motherfucking 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 fuckin’ day I stop breathing
Word

What I Do lyrics - Chris Webby

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
Mothafucka 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 fuck 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
Bitch, nobody stoppin’ what I’m sayin’
Lyrical display gon’ shock em like Raiden
Everyday ragin’, show me where the party’s at
Where the bitches 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 fuck

[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 bitch 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 motherfuckin’ Optimus Rhyme full bottle of pills
Blunted with a bottle of wine
Fully transform bout to take over the game soon
Ain’t no mothafucka 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

[Hook]

Skyline lyrics - Chris Webby

[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 on the ground 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 bitch 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'm a take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cause 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'm a take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cause 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, motherfuckers 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'm a take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cause they tellin' me it's my time
Fly fly, fly fly
And disappear into the skyline

There Goes The Neighborhood lyrics - Chris Webby

[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 cuz 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’ma 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’ma 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’ma 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.

Bad Guy lyrics - Chris Webby

[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
They no to run when they see me, I’m they motherfucka’ hunting your dreams.

Through The Roof lyrics - Chris Webby

Yea
We goin’ through the motherfuckin’ roof
You know what I mean?

[Hook:]
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]

[Verse 1:]
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 jar of marijuana
Sauna, flow so hot, so hot my whole life is like a slow-mo shot
Passin’ mars craters, and waivin’ at 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
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 a dutch
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

[Hook]

And I can’t get no higher than I am [x4]

[Verse 3:]
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

[Hook]

And I can’t get no higher than I am [x4]