[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
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
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]
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
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.
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.
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]
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]
Bounce lyrics - Chris Webby
All you motherfuckers
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
It's that evil rap nemesis Putting together sentences
Faster than that hedgehog Running on Sega Genesis
Higher than the hoops of Pegasus And let the pencil hit the paper
Harder than a bus, Jerome Bettis it
Let it be set it bit with the excellent rhetoric
My vernaculars spectaculous, step to me and I'll settle it
If mastery a language was the goal then I'm ahead of it
You can't connect the checks that I'm cutting down in Connecticut
My flow berserk rib cage gotta soulja's heart
Verbally a double barrel, shotty leave you blown apart
I'm such an animal they kick me off of Noah's Ark
Cause they keep on coming up Shorter than Napoleon Bonaparte
Me? I'm a tall dude never let you fall through
Hard as granite dammit, these bitches softer than dog food
Shoot em up R2 drop so many bars you,
Haters quit your job cause there's nothing to argue;
Now let it
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
White boy rap sergeant buzz bigger than Cartman
Mentally a menace my brain's the size of a martian's
Used to be broke as fuck at the mall looking for bargains
Now I got a gold card (cha-ching!) charge em
Started off small now I do it for the masses
Spit it greater incinerate em burn em to ashes
Now these new college kids think that they can match it
bitch I drop classics all you droppin' is classes
Who needs Hofstra? Hip hop's my donna school
Hotter than my mamas macaroni with some gaba gool
Yeah I'm cocky as fuck, just being honest fool
Being modest isn't in a single molecule
In my whole body, who's touching me, nobody
Now I'm up on iTunes taking your money
Give a shit my nose runny cause I spit it so sick
Now bounce turn it up in the whip cause you know we gonna
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
I'm that dude with a 40 while everybody sipping Rozay
No filter on my mouth not a thing I won't say
Check the clocks like Coldplay know what time it is
And my future still looking good like Marisa Tomei
Beating me? No way! bitch you better ease up
Who needs a label the only thing I'm signing is a free nut
I'm a beast why would I compete with these chumps
I'm an 8 ball they only equal the key bump
Keep my bars high rap in the car lots
Private school training at the school of hard knots
They pop the hard rock I'm making your jaw drop
So high, I'm up in the sky with Star Fox
Hip hop veteran rockin' with David Letterman
Bad to the bone you can check my damn skeleton
Webby ready as ever you better let me in
Come on bounce let me tell em again so just
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
It's that evil rap nemesis Putting together sentences
Faster than that hedgehog Running on Sega Genesis
Higher than the hoops of Pegasus And let the pencil hit the paper
Harder than a bus, Jerome Bettis it
Let it be set it bit with the excellent rhetoric
My vernaculars spectaculous, step to me and I'll settle it
If mastery a language was the goal then I'm ahead of it
You can't connect the checks that I'm cutting down in Connecticut
My flow berserk rib cage gotta soulja's heart
Verbally a double barrel, shotty leave you blown apart
I'm such an animal they kick me off of Noah's Ark
Cause they keep on coming up Shorter than Napoleon Bonaparte
Me? I'm a tall dude never let you fall through
Hard as granite dammit, these bitches softer than dog food
Shoot em up R2 drop so many bars you,
Haters quit your job cause there's nothing to argue;
Now let it
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
White boy rap sergeant buzz bigger than Cartman
Mentally a menace my brain's the size of a martian's
Used to be broke as fuck at the mall looking for bargains
Now I got a gold card (cha-ching!) charge em
Started off small now I do it for the masses
Spit it greater incinerate em burn em to ashes
Now these new college kids think that they can match it
bitch I drop classics all you droppin' is classes
Who needs Hofstra? Hip hop's my donna school
Hotter than my mamas macaroni with some gaba gool
Yeah I'm cocky as fuck, just being honest fool
Being modest isn't in a single molecule
In my whole body, who's touching me, nobody
Now I'm up on iTunes taking your money
Give a shit my nose runny cause I spit it so sick
Now bounce turn it up in the whip cause you know we gonna
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
I'm that dude with a 40 while everybody sipping Rozay
No filter on my mouth not a thing I won't say
Check the clocks like Coldplay know what time it is
And my future still looking good like Marisa Tomei
Beating me? No way! bitch you better ease up
Who needs a label the only thing I'm signing is a free nut
I'm a beast why would I compete with these chumps
I'm an 8 ball they only equal the key bump
Keep my bars high rap in the car lots
Private school training at the school of hard knots
They pop the hard rock I'm making your jaw drop
So high, I'm up in the sky with Star Fox
Hip hop veteran rockin' with David Letterman
Bad to the bone you can check my damn skeleton
Webby ready as ever you better let me in
Come on bounce let me tell em again so just
Turn it up let it (bounce)
In the trunk let it (bounce)
Throw em up let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when
We verbally turn em out
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce now
In a crowd let it (bounce)
Turn it loud let it (bounce)
Blow em out let it (bounce)
Yeah bitch
This is what we do when I
Show em what I'm about
With the speakers to the
Maximum baby just let it
Bounce
I'm Gone lyrics - Chris Webby
[Hook]
There’s a lot of people talking to me, I don’t hear nothin’
Pop a pill now I’m rollin’, all I hear is the percussion
I’m gone [x5]
Driftin’ to another world, losing touch with gravity
Losing touch with everything, even my own reality
I’m gone [x7]
[Verse 1]
Got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible
Barely sensible, but I’m feeling fuckin’ incredible
Like Bruce Banner changin’ the standard of being lifted
Got another duchie twisted the size of a fuckin’ midget
I rhyme and they fuckin wit’ it
So why would I fuckin’ quit it
So I’ll tap my blunt ashes on these liars and fuckin’ critics
Designed to just be a menace
Let me pop a pill and witness me defy the laws of physics
Tell Newton I really did it
No losing so let me get it
Maneuvering with the quickness
I’m the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business
I’m the illest like I stepped out the clinic with bad news
Now they see me as more than just a gimmick with tattoos
They hatin’ then fuck you, and fuck it yo where’s my medicine?
I think I got another doctor’s appointment to pencil in
Almost out of Adderall, pop another Ambien
Buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’ll be poppin’ G-ladies until I’m at least eighty
Unable to see straightly wherever the E takes me
I’m there, poppin’ stars until I’m rollin’ insane
Even if the doctor says I’ll get a hole in my brain
I got that mental novacaine, palms sweaty, it’s aight though
Molly and some acid tabs, yep! That is the right dose
I’m bad news, you want different? Then go to Geico
A drug induced animal posted up with the lights low
Brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky’s clouds
I’m Mike Vick, and bitches refusing to lie down
Greater than Alexander, searching for my crown
Ounces don’t do it no more, I gotta buy pounds
Break it down - then I roll it up quick and I light that shit
Ain’t nobody messin’ with the flow now, betta slow down, you ain’t rippin’ mics like this
You don’t live a life like this, so go and shut your lips
And pass the fuckin’ joint man, I need another hit
[Hook]
[Outro]
There’s a lot of people talking to me, I don’t hear nothin’
Pop a pill now I’m rollin’, all I hear is the percussion
I’m gone [x5]
Driftin’ to another world, losing touch with gravity
Losing touch with everything, even my own reality
I’m gone [x7]
[Verse 1]
Got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible
Barely sensible, but I’m feeling fuckin’ incredible
Like Bruce Banner changin’ the standard of being lifted
Got another duchie twisted the size of a fuckin’ midget
I rhyme and they fuckin wit’ it
So why would I fuckin’ quit it
So I’ll tap my blunt ashes on these liars and fuckin’ critics
Designed to just be a menace
Let me pop a pill and witness me defy the laws of physics
Tell Newton I really did it
No losing so let me get it
Maneuvering with the quickness
I’m the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business
I’m the illest like I stepped out the clinic with bad news
Now they see me as more than just a gimmick with tattoos
They hatin’ then fuck you, and fuck it yo where’s my medicine?
I think I got another doctor’s appointment to pencil in
Almost out of Adderall, pop another Ambien
Buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’ll be poppin’ G-ladies until I’m at least eighty
Unable to see straightly wherever the E takes me
I’m there, poppin’ stars until I’m rollin’ insane
Even if the doctor says I’ll get a hole in my brain
I got that mental novacaine, palms sweaty, it’s aight though
Molly and some acid tabs, yep! That is the right dose
I’m bad news, you want different? Then go to Geico
A drug induced animal posted up with the lights low
Brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky’s clouds
I’m Mike Vick, and bitches refusing to lie down
Greater than Alexander, searching for my crown
Ounces don’t do it no more, I gotta buy pounds
Break it down - then I roll it up quick and I light that shit
Ain’t nobody messin’ with the flow now, betta slow down, you ain’t rippin’ mics like this
You don’t live a life like this, so go and shut your lips
And pass the fuckin’ joint man, I need another hit
[Hook]
[Outro]
Take Me Home lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Slaine)
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I’m a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet
Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant
A rock star poppin’ rotches in bars
Used to flip bud now just rappin’ cop me a car
No tellin’, Connecticut felon, I GPS ‘em
And find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman
I never cease to impress ‘em
I cardiac arrest ‘em
With every studio session I'm killin' ‘em, no question
Webb’s back, better hold your breath when I’m rhyming homes
I murder beats, I’m Jonah Hex on the microphone
Fiends saying I’m the dopest yet
And haters? I shrug ‘em off until my fucking shoulders sweat
I’m breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones
Scored a hand, I’m the winner playing the Game of Thrones
fuck beef, my rapping style’s filet mignon
Gettin’ drunk, fuck yo’ driver, somebody take me home
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
[Verse 2: Slaine]
I know that I should change, but I don’t really think I can
It’s just part of my nature – I never cracked, I never ran
The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam
I always kept on fighting, that’s exactly who I am
And this is who I am, no way that I can change it
I’m buckwild, stupid, and dangerous
My best friends are not strangers
These are the motherfuckers I hang with
We speak the same language
And I ain’t saying French, English, or Spanish, or Spanglish
I mean pain and anguish, this cocaine slangin’ bang-bang shit
MAC-11s that we aim with
In other words, I’m rolling with the same clique I came with
I’m the sameness and fuck being famous
Fame dreams are for groupies
I’m a real-life gangster that you ain’t seen in the movies
What I mean is I’m truly off the hook
Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I’m that Boston crook
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back
Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag
I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me
Stealing all the fucking insulin from Wilford Brimley
“Diabetes,” rappers could never beat us
I been spittin’ shit like this since I was just a fuckin’ fetus
Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome
Rollin’ up the Diesel, I’m burning like Jim Rome
bitch!
[Verse 4: Slaine]
Yeah, standin’ here’s a man with the past, the inspiration
For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient
The infiltration of the game
Born from a central hatred of fame
A pencil shaking with pain
An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I became
My paragaph’s insane, are futuristic pictures of the past from which I came
And this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son
My whole career’s a robbery that they could never scoop me from
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
I’m a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet
Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant
A rock star poppin’ rotches in bars
Used to flip bud now just rappin’ cop me a car
No tellin’, Connecticut felon, I GPS ‘em
And find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman
I never cease to impress ‘em
I cardiac arrest ‘em
With every studio session I'm killin' ‘em, no question
Webb’s back, better hold your breath when I’m rhyming homes
I murder beats, I’m Jonah Hex on the microphone
Fiends saying I’m the dopest yet
And haters? I shrug ‘em off until my fucking shoulders sweat
I’m breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones
Scored a hand, I’m the winner playing the Game of Thrones
fuck beef, my rapping style’s filet mignon
Gettin’ drunk, fuck yo’ driver, somebody take me home
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
[Verse 2: Slaine]
I know that I should change, but I don’t really think I can
It’s just part of my nature – I never cracked, I never ran
The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam
I always kept on fighting, that’s exactly who I am
And this is who I am, no way that I can change it
I’m buckwild, stupid, and dangerous
My best friends are not strangers
These are the motherfuckers I hang with
We speak the same language
And I ain’t saying French, English, or Spanish, or Spanglish
I mean pain and anguish, this cocaine slangin’ bang-bang shit
MAC-11s that we aim with
In other words, I’m rolling with the same clique I came with
I’m the sameness and fuck being famous
Fame dreams are for groupies
I’m a real-life gangster that you ain’t seen in the movies
What I mean is I’m truly off the hook
Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I’m that Boston crook
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back
Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag
I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me
Stealing all the fucking insulin from Wilford Brimley
“Diabetes,” rappers could never beat us
I been spittin’ shit like this since I was just a fuckin’ fetus
Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome
Rollin’ up the Diesel, I’m burning like Jim Rome
bitch!
[Verse 4: Slaine]
Yeah, standin’ here’s a man with the past, the inspiration
For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient
The infiltration of the game
Born from a central hatred of fame
A pencil shaking with pain
An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I became
My paragaph’s insane, are futuristic pictures of the past from which I came
And this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son
My whole career’s a robbery that they could never scoop me from
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
Until I Die lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Zavaro)
I started in the game on the grind and I still am
All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man
Spit it real, and treat em like protected areas in Alaska
Cause they about to know the drill man
So fuckin' illy that I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
X all 20 or 30 milligrams
Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me
Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers
Regardless of my fuckin' heritage and nationality
I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me
An alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
Liquored up not giving a fuck and living lavishly
On the go hard diet I burn calories
Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see
I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea
Toss me on an island like fuckin' Survivor casted me
And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty
Running Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be
Successful in one way or an other cus grammatically
They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpiece
Got the fuckin' Grim Reaper coming after me
The good die young someone show me where the casket be
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Nobody fuckin' with my flow man
Modern day Comanche swords swinging in both hands
Hip hop is all I know man dank
Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin' Slow Jam
Keep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
Make my haters sit the fuck down Franky Roosevelt
With that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
Captain of my movement and I'm treating all of my soldiers well
My fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
And I mean that, from the left side of my chest
I got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush
All you lame fucks getting pummeled from the waist up
I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up
Shane Mosley with punches fuckin' your face up
Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man
Spit it real, and treat em like protected areas in Alaska
Cause they about to know the drill man
So fuckin' illy that I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
X all 20 or 30 milligrams
Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me
Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers
Regardless of my fuckin' heritage and nationality
I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me
An alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
Liquored up not giving a fuck and living lavishly
On the go hard diet I burn calories
Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see
I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea
Toss me on an island like fuckin' Survivor casted me
And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty
Running Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be
Successful in one way or an other cus grammatically
They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpiece
Got the fuckin' Grim Reaper coming after me
The good die young someone show me where the casket be
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Nobody fuckin' with my flow man
Modern day Comanche swords swinging in both hands
Hip hop is all I know man dank
Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin' Slow Jam
Keep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
Make my haters sit the fuck down Franky Roosevelt
With that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
Captain of my movement and I'm treating all of my soldiers well
My fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
And I mean that, from the left side of my chest
I got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush
All you lame fucks getting pummeled from the waist up
I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up
Shane Mosley with punches fuckin' your face up
Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
mixtape: "Webster's Laboratory" (2011)
- Webster's Laboratory (Intro) lyrics - Chris Webby
- Contradictory To Grown Ups lyrics - Chris Webby
- Right From Wrong lyrics - Chris Webby
- Block To The Burbs lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Freeway)
- Webster's Revenge lyrics - Chris Webby
- Temper, Temper lyrics - Chris Webby
- Sunny Afternoon lyrics - Chris Webby
- Monster lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Apathy)
- Roger That lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. D. Lector)
- The Way lyrics - Chris Webby
- Killin' Em lyrics - Chris Webby
- The Joker lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Kinetics)
- Just Can't Kill The Beast lyrics - Chris Webby
- WDGAF lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Gorilla Zoe)
- Hard Road lyrics - Chris Webby
- Success lyrics - Chris webby
- Axe Murder lyrics - Chris Webby
Webster's Laboratory (Intro) lyrics - Chris Webby
Welcome, welcome,
I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory
I'll be your host for the evening,
Chris Webby if you didn't already know,
Step right in, let me show you around real quick,
Ha, let's cook some shit up
(Ehhhuh ehhhuh)
Yeah, yeah,
It's that verbal visionary, criminally, literary,
Spit it clever bitch it's Webster you can check me on the dictionary,
Under author credits, I'm the author get it?
Mind sharper then a cutlass that I'll saw your head with,
So authentic Donald Trump's is my apprentice,
Shave his fucking comb over off his head and made my exit,
They can't see me cause me see dyslexic,
Cooking acid tabs in my omlette during breakfast,
Three moves in Tetris, nah, but I got a triple stack,
I'm talking E pills till I can't remember jack,
Shit, rolling with aliens like men in black,
Reppin' for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that,
I'm a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw,
Roll a j and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw,
I'm a motherfuckin beast off the leash
Until the obituaries say that Webby is deceased,
Killing beats call a priest, they can't censor me, cause if they try,
The whole fucking song will be a bleep,
I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco,
Rolling on these bitches or better stash to Rondo,
Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco,
Running people over like it's Grand Theft Auto,
CT to Cabo, I'm killing them with hot flow,
Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy
So you see, here in Webby's Lab,
I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples, some industry beats,
All cooked together with a nice topping of dope lyrics,
Oh yeah and it's free, courtesy of Datpiff, and myself of course,
The album's coming soon so buy that, but until then, enjoy this
Yeah, it's that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian,
I'm not in it for the fame and the money but shit I'll take em,
I've been waiting here patiently while others got big,
Now I'm like, "Pick me coach, I'll slaughter these kids",
I'm so hungry you can hear my fucking stomach through my ribs,
Call it dibs on the title let me show em what it is,
I'm wrecking tracks doing shows and getting cash, huh,
I'm Triple X way too big for any freshman class,
It's in my repertoire, every single bar is hard,
Spittin' fire like I'm the human version of Charizard,
Or super smash brother, make that money stack brother,
Stick my dick in instrumentals kill em on my last rubber,
Motherfucker what, long as I can bust a nut all over a track
And then I'm bouncin' with a couple sluts,
Not to be derogatory but you need to drop it shorty,
Take em panties off I'm in that ass like a suppository,
Pop a 40 and chug until I'm puking all over the rug,
Never sober rollin' a bud, master of the multi-syllable raps,
No one's iller in fact with a precision Reggie Miller would bet, huh,
I'm just a Looney Tune way more rude than you,
And if you don't like what I'm doing, sue me dude,
I have an ever and I'll never give an F word,
Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter
So boys and girls, 6 mixtapes deep,
And I still haven't lost my touch as you can see, you know,
I just really wanna say thank you to everyone that supported me this far,
I feel like it's really time to take this shit over, ninja swag bitches,
So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory, and have a lovely fucking day, yeah.
I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory
I'll be your host for the evening,
Chris Webby if you didn't already know,
Step right in, let me show you around real quick,
Ha, let's cook some shit up
(Ehhhuh ehhhuh)
Yeah, yeah,
It's that verbal visionary, criminally, literary,
Spit it clever bitch it's Webster you can check me on the dictionary,
Under author credits, I'm the author get it?
Mind sharper then a cutlass that I'll saw your head with,
So authentic Donald Trump's is my apprentice,
Shave his fucking comb over off his head and made my exit,
They can't see me cause me see dyslexic,
Cooking acid tabs in my omlette during breakfast,
Three moves in Tetris, nah, but I got a triple stack,
I'm talking E pills till I can't remember jack,
Shit, rolling with aliens like men in black,
Reppin' for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that,
I'm a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw,
Roll a j and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw,
I'm a motherfuckin beast off the leash
Until the obituaries say that Webby is deceased,
Killing beats call a priest, they can't censor me, cause if they try,
The whole fucking song will be a bleep,
I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco,
Rolling on these bitches or better stash to Rondo,
Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco,
Running people over like it's Grand Theft Auto,
CT to Cabo, I'm killing them with hot flow,
Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy
So you see, here in Webby's Lab,
I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples, some industry beats,
All cooked together with a nice topping of dope lyrics,
Oh yeah and it's free, courtesy of Datpiff, and myself of course,
The album's coming soon so buy that, but until then, enjoy this
Yeah, it's that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian,
I'm not in it for the fame and the money but shit I'll take em,
I've been waiting here patiently while others got big,
Now I'm like, "Pick me coach, I'll slaughter these kids",
I'm so hungry you can hear my fucking stomach through my ribs,
Call it dibs on the title let me show em what it is,
I'm wrecking tracks doing shows and getting cash, huh,
I'm Triple X way too big for any freshman class,
It's in my repertoire, every single bar is hard,
Spittin' fire like I'm the human version of Charizard,
Or super smash brother, make that money stack brother,
Stick my dick in instrumentals kill em on my last rubber,
Motherfucker what, long as I can bust a nut all over a track
And then I'm bouncin' with a couple sluts,
Not to be derogatory but you need to drop it shorty,
Take em panties off I'm in that ass like a suppository,
Pop a 40 and chug until I'm puking all over the rug,
Never sober rollin' a bud, master of the multi-syllable raps,
No one's iller in fact with a precision Reggie Miller would bet, huh,
I'm just a Looney Tune way more rude than you,
And if you don't like what I'm doing, sue me dude,
I have an ever and I'll never give an F word,
Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter
So boys and girls, 6 mixtapes deep,
And I still haven't lost my touch as you can see, you know,
I just really wanna say thank you to everyone that supported me this far,
I feel like it's really time to take this shit over, ninja swag bitches,
So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory, and have a lovely fucking day, yeah.
Contradictory To Grown Ups lyrics - Chris Webby
First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang yo.
But it's Webby and I still be Off The Chain.
So I'll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros.
Stacking You Tube, hits like a double rainbow
So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel
Tryna stay on course like a roadskill
They wanna know how I be killin' it with no deal
And got the game mapped out, Michael Scofield.
No prison break, get up here and renovate
Every venue that I'm hittin' up in every state
Twist a zig-zag then I levitate
Webby been bad, professor Snake
I'm like Manny Pacquiao times four
Hypen up the crowd when I'm out on tour
I need a dollar like I told you before
So I could cop an Arnold Palmer when I'm hittin' the store
Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin' bud
I think I'm still rollin', Team Pup N' Suds
Now I'm going big time and I'm lovin' this
When I step in, dudes better cuff your chicks
I don't speak game, I say a couple words
Next thing you know we're both under the confident
In the comfort of my hotel suite
Having sloppy drunk sex and forgettin' by next week
I'm a beazel, reppin' Connecticut like a husky
CT swag, everybody here loves me
Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty, (nah)
Running shit like Nucky, trust me
Name buzzin' all over the fuckin' country
Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me
So just feed me beats, I got the munchies
Nothing better than an instrumental when I'm hungry
The illest thing that ever hit pro tools, I'm 1-51
They just O'Doules, live by no rules
No one's stoppin' me, they say Webby rocks
Geology, even haters gotta bump my shit
So what, thanks for the You Tube hits you dumb bitch
Put me in the mix, I'm a be the last spittin'
I'm a tiger, y'all domesticated cat, kitten
You'll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin'
It's a fact, listen, I'll be on a track rippin'
Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with 'em
And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libing
Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms
Webby's the deadliest catch, I'm goin' crab fishin'
Teachin' hip-hop 101, so take notes
Bring it back, mo'fucker I'm done
Yeah, Webby, murdering shit
It's what I do, you now
Let's go!
But it's Webby and I still be Off The Chain.
So I'll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros.
Stacking You Tube, hits like a double rainbow
So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel
Tryna stay on course like a roadskill
They wanna know how I be killin' it with no deal
And got the game mapped out, Michael Scofield.
No prison break, get up here and renovate
Every venue that I'm hittin' up in every state
Twist a zig-zag then I levitate
Webby been bad, professor Snake
I'm like Manny Pacquiao times four
Hypen up the crowd when I'm out on tour
I need a dollar like I told you before
So I could cop an Arnold Palmer when I'm hittin' the store
Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin' bud
I think I'm still rollin', Team Pup N' Suds
Now I'm going big time and I'm lovin' this
When I step in, dudes better cuff your chicks
I don't speak game, I say a couple words
Next thing you know we're both under the confident
In the comfort of my hotel suite
Having sloppy drunk sex and forgettin' by next week
I'm a beazel, reppin' Connecticut like a husky
CT swag, everybody here loves me
Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty, (nah)
Running shit like Nucky, trust me
Name buzzin' all over the fuckin' country
Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me
So just feed me beats, I got the munchies
Nothing better than an instrumental when I'm hungry
The illest thing that ever hit pro tools, I'm 1-51
They just O'Doules, live by no rules
No one's stoppin' me, they say Webby rocks
Geology, even haters gotta bump my shit
So what, thanks for the You Tube hits you dumb bitch
Put me in the mix, I'm a be the last spittin'
I'm a tiger, y'all domesticated cat, kitten
You'll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin'
It's a fact, listen, I'll be on a track rippin'
Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with 'em
And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libing
Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms
Webby's the deadliest catch, I'm goin' crab fishin'
Teachin' hip-hop 101, so take notes
Bring it back, mo'fucker I'm done
Yeah, Webby, murdering shit
It's what I do, you now
Let's go!
Right From Wrong lyrics - Chris Webby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, Webby
See I'm trying to get drunk as fuck tonight, man
You see I'm beck here to rip another throwback jam
They're like damn, I don't know how Webby go that ham
Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan
Skin covered in cartoons, but I'm a grown ass man
I don't care about your name, when I'm steppin' to you
All I'm thinkin' about is that we got some f'ing to do
Sippin' on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do
Cause I got loose screws in my head and it's true
I need my medication [?] I'm doing this shit
Start howlin' at the moon at a lunar eclipse
Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit
And choke the fuck out of a bee until I'm losing my grip
Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her tits
And beat it outside baby she'll be bruisin' a bit
Whip it out so you all could get a view of my dick
Because I never gave a fuck and now I'm proving it bitch
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Holy Moly, Webby's here
Hit a house party, drink every beer
I'm just tryna find a girl real sexy here
And if you're not DTF hit the exit dear, ha
I just say what I say, I'm drunk as hell, fuck it
I'll leave and take a grenade
Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day
As long as I'm drunk, you're never gonna hear me complain
Hey, hey, I'm the last Beastie Boy
With my dick in a girl's mouth like a squeaky toy
In a pitbull's grill, rip shit still
Holdin' my brain from all of the E pills
I'm a motherfucking crazy dude
Eatin' baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy tool
First place in a race, I'm a cross that line
So lock me up doc, cause I've lost my mind
And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
See Webby comes back with a horse plate
A liability, at least that's what the courts say
In a bedroom, get too rough
Take a bite out of a bitch looking for True Blood
Ha, I do it like no other
Condom in my pocket, still do it with no rubber
Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder
And got 'em running back to me quicker than Road Runner
And I get 'em in the sack tonight
Beat it up, I don't care if they be black or white
A tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right
Make it hot, I don't even need a match to strike
Ha, nobody could stop the bees
With a tongue as slick when I rock the beat
Sweepin' all your girlfriends off they feet
And I don't even give a fuck if they got stampede, ha
And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Damn, I'm drunk man, fuck
Couple forties deep and shit
Webby's Lab, as always you know
Cooking up that crack pot
Ha, shouts to Obie
Aight man, I'm fuckin' outta here dude
See I'm trying to get drunk as fuck tonight, man
You see I'm beck here to rip another throwback jam
They're like damn, I don't know how Webby go that ham
Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan
Skin covered in cartoons, but I'm a grown ass man
I don't care about your name, when I'm steppin' to you
All I'm thinkin' about is that we got some f'ing to do
Sippin' on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do
Cause I got loose screws in my head and it's true
I need my medication [?] I'm doing this shit
Start howlin' at the moon at a lunar eclipse
Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit
And choke the fuck out of a bee until I'm losing my grip
Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her tits
And beat it outside baby she'll be bruisin' a bit
Whip it out so you all could get a view of my dick
Because I never gave a fuck and now I'm proving it bitch
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Holy Moly, Webby's here
Hit a house party, drink every beer
I'm just tryna find a girl real sexy here
And if you're not DTF hit the exit dear, ha
I just say what I say, I'm drunk as hell, fuck it
I'll leave and take a grenade
Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day
As long as I'm drunk, you're never gonna hear me complain
Hey, hey, I'm the last Beastie Boy
With my dick in a girl's mouth like a squeaky toy
In a pitbull's grill, rip shit still
Holdin' my brain from all of the E pills
I'm a motherfucking crazy dude
Eatin' baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy tool
First place in a race, I'm a cross that line
So lock me up doc, cause I've lost my mind
And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
See Webby comes back with a horse plate
A liability, at least that's what the courts say
In a bedroom, get too rough
Take a bite out of a bitch looking for True Blood
Ha, I do it like no other
Condom in my pocket, still do it with no rubber
Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder
And got 'em running back to me quicker than Road Runner
And I get 'em in the sack tonight
Beat it up, I don't care if they be black or white
A tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right
Make it hot, I don't even need a match to strike
Ha, nobody could stop the bees
With a tongue as slick when I rock the beat
Sweepin' all your girlfriends off they feet
And I don't even give a fuck if they got stampede, ha
And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong
Damn, I'm drunk man, fuck
Couple forties deep and shit
Webby's Lab, as always you know
Cooking up that crack pot
Ha, shouts to Obie
Aight man, I'm fuckin' outta here dude
Block To The Burbs lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Freeway)
[Intro:]
Yeah, Webby
Freeway, yeah!
Block to the Burbs, man
If you nice, you nice
End of story
[Verse 1: Webby]
You see I'm reaping for the burbs, still I'm murdering verses
With Connecticut inserted in ink on my epidermis
Written in my skin later, with rhyming I've been greater
Writing lyrics on a piece of paper since a sixth grader
With my CD disc player, playing loud up in the Sony phones
With a style of the flowin' that I call my own
CT's what I call my home and I'm never leaving you
Put us on the map is what I need to do
And even through the hate and the criticism I take it and listen
But all you fakers are breakin' the way I rape 'em with lyricism
I stay with the clearest rhythm regardless of burb spot
Burbs to the blocks if you spittin' a verse hot
And that's all that matters, you either got it or not
Regardless of where you grew up, there with your mom and your pops
See I'm in it to the finish, never plottin' to stop
Rhyming heat, pilot seat, kamikaze the spot
Man you dope, or you probably not
I could body the block with nothing but a sixteen on the top
I'm like Tony Soprano when I rip it I bust flow in a suburban commando
And I'm bigger than Hulk Hogan
Check it I'm wrecking every consecutive second
In from Philly back to the 2-03 that's what we representing'
I've been destined to make it, and I won't stop 'til I get it
And now it's Freezer and Webby, two different worlds are connected
[Hook: Freeway]
Ride to the 'burbs, take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
Man, they hatin' when we visit, come around they girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
From the burbs to the block take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
When we visit try to keep us from around your girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
[Verse 2: Freeway]
One, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the burbs every one of you people heard of Free-
Way, if it y'all that ain't heard of me
House old one, in '06 no burglary
Survived the rock split, continued to drop hits
These rappers continue to bite my shit, commit purger
Outer space bar treats are still spitting mercury
Flow is from outta this planet, women from Venus
Men are from whatever planet they think with they penis
Eat [?] bars [?] for me when they land it
'Nother panic, hit up Webby tell him, "Ready to canvas"
World trotter, I'm in Africa be back by the evening
Don't sweat it I will be there on behalf of the Beamer
Plus the Delta Sky team while I insist that I'm repping
When I fly that's who I fly with, I'm a diamond?
Any weather, I can [?] I'm on a jet [?] jetted
Back home they call me Chester, cause I get the cheddar
Yeah I get to the geen, I got my shit together
It's a national hustler, I still [?] rocks in the united states
Still bobblin' mecca, from the burbs to the ghetto
Word to the wise, never lie in your rap songs, learn from Geppetto
Pinocchio, tell lies and your nose grow
Me and Webby ride, get cheddy 'til we old folks
[Hook:]
Ride to the 'burbs, take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
Man, they hatin' when we visit, come around they girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
From the burbs to the block take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
When we visit try to keep us from around your girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
[Outro:]
From the Burbs to the Block
Burbs to the ghetto
Yeah, Webby
Freeway, yeah!
Block to the Burbs, man
If you nice, you nice
End of story
[Verse 1: Webby]
You see I'm reaping for the burbs, still I'm murdering verses
With Connecticut inserted in ink on my epidermis
Written in my skin later, with rhyming I've been greater
Writing lyrics on a piece of paper since a sixth grader
With my CD disc player, playing loud up in the Sony phones
With a style of the flowin' that I call my own
CT's what I call my home and I'm never leaving you
Put us on the map is what I need to do
And even through the hate and the criticism I take it and listen
But all you fakers are breakin' the way I rape 'em with lyricism
I stay with the clearest rhythm regardless of burb spot
Burbs to the blocks if you spittin' a verse hot
And that's all that matters, you either got it or not
Regardless of where you grew up, there with your mom and your pops
See I'm in it to the finish, never plottin' to stop
Rhyming heat, pilot seat, kamikaze the spot
Man you dope, or you probably not
I could body the block with nothing but a sixteen on the top
I'm like Tony Soprano when I rip it I bust flow in a suburban commando
And I'm bigger than Hulk Hogan
Check it I'm wrecking every consecutive second
In from Philly back to the 2-03 that's what we representing'
I've been destined to make it, and I won't stop 'til I get it
And now it's Freezer and Webby, two different worlds are connected
[Hook: Freeway]
Ride to the 'burbs, take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
Man, they hatin' when we visit, come around they girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
From the burbs to the block take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
When we visit try to keep us from around your girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
[Verse 2: Freeway]
One, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the burbs every one of you people heard of Free-
Way, if it y'all that ain't heard of me
House old one, in '06 no burglary
Survived the rock split, continued to drop hits
These rappers continue to bite my shit, commit purger
Outer space bar treats are still spitting mercury
Flow is from outta this planet, women from Venus
Men are from whatever planet they think with they penis
Eat [?] bars [?] for me when they land it
'Nother panic, hit up Webby tell him, "Ready to canvas"
World trotter, I'm in Africa be back by the evening
Don't sweat it I will be there on behalf of the Beamer
Plus the Delta Sky team while I insist that I'm repping
When I fly that's who I fly with, I'm a diamond?
Any weather, I can [?] I'm on a jet [?] jetted
Back home they call me Chester, cause I get the cheddar
Yeah I get to the geen, I got my shit together
It's a national hustler, I still [?] rocks in the united states
Still bobblin' mecca, from the burbs to the ghetto
Word to the wise, never lie in your rap songs, learn from Geppetto
Pinocchio, tell lies and your nose grow
Me and Webby ride, get cheddy 'til we old folks
[Hook:]
Ride to the 'burbs, take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
Man, they hatin' when we visit, come around they girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
From the burbs to the block take a trip with me
We gon' cruise all around the world
When we visit try to keep us from around your girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
[Outro:]
From the Burbs to the Block
Burbs to the ghetto
Webster's Revenge lyrics - Chris Webby
Aw shit
Uh, uh
Yeah
Uh
I am not Simba, I am Mufasa
Roar so loud that it shakes the casa
Blowin' more lines than Vinny Chase and Sasha Grey
A lot to say with penne a la vodka
Woof, woof
On my plate to eat it then I
Woof, woof
Spit like a bulimic
Raw bile on a track but you better believe it
Webby half robot call me General Grievous
Tryina be a millionaire, steppin' to Regis
Killin' competitors I'll leave ya skeleton deep six
Go too hard you can tell when the beat hits
I write a whole page while you pencil a prefix
Woof, woof
No jokin' homie
[Cough], I gotta quit smoking bogeys
Real hip hop, never quote the phonies
USDA checked what you wrote's baloney
Spaz on the track and show 'em what I'm a do
I'm a certified dude from my fitted to my shoes
Makin' kissy faces at bitches like Pepe Le Pew
Tryina get 'em from the bar to my fuckin' bedroom
Asshole rap I'm a douchebag still
Drinkin' like a pirate Bootstrap Bill
Brain fucked up on these two fat pills
If I don't got 'em I know a dude that will
I'm nice and I will never lose that skill
Spit truth you never head a dude that real
When I woof woof like a fuckin' dragon
Make love to a beat need a bunch of Magnums
Step to the rappin' call it a stand off
These Frodo Baggins ain't fuckin' with Gandalf
Pitbull rap, I'm a bite your hand off
She was your girlfriend now she takin' her pants off
Uh, uh, then I stuck it in her
So damn hard that she's fuckin' injured
Skin tone white like I'm stuck in winter
Body covered in ink like I fucked a printer
Ya better step go find a stairwell
Turbulence incoming hittin' an air swell
Tell my haters farewell
Cause them beating me
That's like seein' Pauly D without hair gel
Stay up in the booth like Snooki when she's tanning
Fuck J Woww right here where I'm standing
Guidos getting famous when I'm on the grind and makin' hits
I lift my shirt and show 'em what the situation is
Uh
Let me take it down a notch
For real
I think a blood vessel just popped
Uh
But I'm a do it 'til my heart stops
Load a sniper rifle baby take your best shot
Rah
I spit cold as sub-zero
I'm Hendrix, ya'll just playing Guitar Hero
Who else is givin' you this many free tapes?
No one
I'm on a roll like a Philly Cheese Steak, ha
Ease off the flow, it's too dope
Every single quote is going right at your throat
Every single musical note that I wrote
Will have you bobbin your head until your neck broke
I'm the most
Underrated dude up in the circuit
But I'd rather be that than overrated final verdict
Cause I'm nice
I say it all the time so I know you heard it
In my personal opinion, I'm perfect
Ha
Now who fuckin' with Webby
Bubble in the answer if you wanna test me
Get buns every day of the week so let's see
All I gotta do is send 'em a poke on FB
It's me
Another animal up out the cage
Grapple a beat like I was Diamond Dallas Page
Hey! Connecticut's finally in play
So press the start button and watch me wreak may
Hem on any motherfucker in my way
Just another Jabbawockie to slay
Mayday
I got a lyrical resume and it states
Uh shit, I forgot
I've been high for days
I climb the stage
Jump out, crazy as hell
Rep New England like Tom Brady himself
Take a little Weird Al and some Shady as well
Get brains
You should see the way my cranium swells
Oh my god
Is he openly talkin' about fellatio?
What, you think I came here to talk you fuckin' crazy ho?
Hit your knees open your mouth or we can take it slow
Meanin' you should leave
Sorry babe that's just the way it go
Oh
I'm really running out of breath
I'm like 4 bars away from death
So I'll give you 2 more just to show you how dope I can rap
And since you prolly missed half the lines I said run it back
Ha
Like I said run it back
Uh, uh
Like I said run it back
Uh, uh
Like I said run it back
Rah!
Uh, uh
Yeah
Uh
I am not Simba, I am Mufasa
Roar so loud that it shakes the casa
Blowin' more lines than Vinny Chase and Sasha Grey
A lot to say with penne a la vodka
Woof, woof
On my plate to eat it then I
Woof, woof
Spit like a bulimic
Raw bile on a track but you better believe it
Webby half robot call me General Grievous
Tryina be a millionaire, steppin' to Regis
Killin' competitors I'll leave ya skeleton deep six
Go too hard you can tell when the beat hits
I write a whole page while you pencil a prefix
Woof, woof
No jokin' homie
[Cough], I gotta quit smoking bogeys
Real hip hop, never quote the phonies
USDA checked what you wrote's baloney
Spaz on the track and show 'em what I'm a do
I'm a certified dude from my fitted to my shoes
Makin' kissy faces at bitches like Pepe Le Pew
Tryina get 'em from the bar to my fuckin' bedroom
Asshole rap I'm a douchebag still
Drinkin' like a pirate Bootstrap Bill
Brain fucked up on these two fat pills
If I don't got 'em I know a dude that will
I'm nice and I will never lose that skill
Spit truth you never head a dude that real
When I woof woof like a fuckin' dragon
Make love to a beat need a bunch of Magnums
Step to the rappin' call it a stand off
These Frodo Baggins ain't fuckin' with Gandalf
Pitbull rap, I'm a bite your hand off
She was your girlfriend now she takin' her pants off
Uh, uh, then I stuck it in her
So damn hard that she's fuckin' injured
Skin tone white like I'm stuck in winter
Body covered in ink like I fucked a printer
Ya better step go find a stairwell
Turbulence incoming hittin' an air swell
Tell my haters farewell
Cause them beating me
That's like seein' Pauly D without hair gel
Stay up in the booth like Snooki when she's tanning
Fuck J Woww right here where I'm standing
Guidos getting famous when I'm on the grind and makin' hits
I lift my shirt and show 'em what the situation is
Uh
Let me take it down a notch
For real
I think a blood vessel just popped
Uh
But I'm a do it 'til my heart stops
Load a sniper rifle baby take your best shot
Rah
I spit cold as sub-zero
I'm Hendrix, ya'll just playing Guitar Hero
Who else is givin' you this many free tapes?
No one
I'm on a roll like a Philly Cheese Steak, ha
Ease off the flow, it's too dope
Every single quote is going right at your throat
Every single musical note that I wrote
Will have you bobbin your head until your neck broke
I'm the most
Underrated dude up in the circuit
But I'd rather be that than overrated final verdict
Cause I'm nice
I say it all the time so I know you heard it
In my personal opinion, I'm perfect
Ha
Now who fuckin' with Webby
Bubble in the answer if you wanna test me
Get buns every day of the week so let's see
All I gotta do is send 'em a poke on FB
It's me
Another animal up out the cage
Grapple a beat like I was Diamond Dallas Page
Hey! Connecticut's finally in play
So press the start button and watch me wreak may
Hem on any motherfucker in my way
Just another Jabbawockie to slay
Mayday
I got a lyrical resume and it states
Uh shit, I forgot
I've been high for days
I climb the stage
Jump out, crazy as hell
Rep New England like Tom Brady himself
Take a little Weird Al and some Shady as well
Get brains
You should see the way my cranium swells
Oh my god
Is he openly talkin' about fellatio?
What, you think I came here to talk you fuckin' crazy ho?
Hit your knees open your mouth or we can take it slow
Meanin' you should leave
Sorry babe that's just the way it go
Oh
I'm really running out of breath
I'm like 4 bars away from death
So I'll give you 2 more just to show you how dope I can rap
And since you prolly missed half the lines I said run it back
Ha
Like I said run it back
Uh, uh
Like I said run it back
Uh, uh
Like I said run it back
Rah!
Temper, Temper lyrics - Chris Webby
Mother fuckers, I hate you and all you fucking assholes
So fucking pissed off right now
Yeah yeah temper, temper, calm down Webby
Some of these website gon' post me cause I rap for the burbs,
Without even spinning my record or inspecting my words.
But while these bloggers underestimate my level of skill,
I'm a shove this shit in their faces when I settle a deal
No fuck that, I'll shove it in their faces now
Cause I'm unsigned making a couple thous for rapping in front of crowds.
But because where I'm from these dudes don't take me serious
And make assessments and seconds before they here me spit.
Can you tell I'm pissed, well spectacular,
Webby's a cold blooded prick, a young Dracula.
To shatter your clavicle bone, tie you up and drag you
From the back of an Acura and then set you up in the passenger seat.
Belt buckle you in and then poor gas all over your squirming body,
Drop a Zippo on your lap, cock my head back laughing maniacally, take that bitch.
Throw a match in the gas tank, blow you to fragments.
Come back with a dust pan and sweep up all your ashes
And sprinkle em on the toilet paper I wipe my ass with.
I got the craziest rap tactics, smoking crack till I black out
And wreak havoc on women and children are like elderly too.
Anybody who's not a subscriber to my YouTube go get it,
So if you don't like what I do, suck my mothafuckin' dick until your face turns blue.
[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, the world's not ready
Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
They just mad of what you're destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
I know my attitude can get pissy ever so often,
But there's so many dudes in this world that's pissing me off.
And I should shut my mouth, just smile back and keep on walking.
But I've kept my temper cool to the point it's causing exhaustion.
My dude Apathy told me to relax and just spit these bars
And ignore all these fuckin' faggots who diss me,
Who use my name in the hopes that I lose my cool and diss back
And they'll get buzzed by me putting the name in the track.
So I zip it and continue on my promising path, making cash
So while they're running their mouth, I just gotta laugh,
Sit back, cop some dope from a groupie and just relax.
Even though deep in my soul I wanna go get me a axe,
Run up on their doorstep lookin' like a lumberjack,
Swing and slash till you couldn't I.D. the dude I attacked.
But shit I've been to jail once and I'm not tryin' to go back,
So I let it simmer in my brain until my skull cracks.
Say to myself, temper temper Webby turn it down a notch,
Then the devil on my shoulder says to go walk down the block,
Find a shit talker, drag him to the highest mountain top,
Give him a parachute with a hole in it,
Throw him down and watch him hit the ground,
Splatter all over the fuckin' pavement,
Stand over what's left of him yelling "now say shit".
I know I'm a deranged headcase, but it's my temper,
I need anger management to help contain me like.
[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, sure the world's not ready
Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
They just mad of what you're destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
You mother fuckers,
I'll fuckin, I'll kick you in the god damn shins and make you run a lap.
Fuckin' scrape your taste buds out and feed you the best meal you ever had,
You won't be even able to taste it.
I'll uhh, scrape your eyes out and put on the Shawshank Redemption,
It's a great movie and you're gonna miss it cause you're blind.
Assholes.
So fucking pissed off right now
Yeah yeah temper, temper, calm down Webby
Some of these website gon' post me cause I rap for the burbs,
Without even spinning my record or inspecting my words.
But while these bloggers underestimate my level of skill,
I'm a shove this shit in their faces when I settle a deal
No fuck that, I'll shove it in their faces now
Cause I'm unsigned making a couple thous for rapping in front of crowds.
But because where I'm from these dudes don't take me serious
And make assessments and seconds before they here me spit.
Can you tell I'm pissed, well spectacular,
Webby's a cold blooded prick, a young Dracula.
To shatter your clavicle bone, tie you up and drag you
From the back of an Acura and then set you up in the passenger seat.
Belt buckle you in and then poor gas all over your squirming body,
Drop a Zippo on your lap, cock my head back laughing maniacally, take that bitch.
Throw a match in the gas tank, blow you to fragments.
Come back with a dust pan and sweep up all your ashes
And sprinkle em on the toilet paper I wipe my ass with.
I got the craziest rap tactics, smoking crack till I black out
And wreak havoc on women and children are like elderly too.
Anybody who's not a subscriber to my YouTube go get it,
So if you don't like what I do, suck my mothafuckin' dick until your face turns blue.
[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, the world's not ready
Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
They just mad of what you're destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
I know my attitude can get pissy ever so often,
But there's so many dudes in this world that's pissing me off.
And I should shut my mouth, just smile back and keep on walking.
But I've kept my temper cool to the point it's causing exhaustion.
My dude Apathy told me to relax and just spit these bars
And ignore all these fuckin' faggots who diss me,
Who use my name in the hopes that I lose my cool and diss back
And they'll get buzzed by me putting the name in the track.
So I zip it and continue on my promising path, making cash
So while they're running their mouth, I just gotta laugh,
Sit back, cop some dope from a groupie and just relax.
Even though deep in my soul I wanna go get me a axe,
Run up on their doorstep lookin' like a lumberjack,
Swing and slash till you couldn't I.D. the dude I attacked.
But shit I've been to jail once and I'm not tryin' to go back,
So I let it simmer in my brain until my skull cracks.
Say to myself, temper temper Webby turn it down a notch,
Then the devil on my shoulder says to go walk down the block,
Find a shit talker, drag him to the highest mountain top,
Give him a parachute with a hole in it,
Throw him down and watch him hit the ground,
Splatter all over the fuckin' pavement,
Stand over what's left of him yelling "now say shit".
I know I'm a deranged headcase, but it's my temper,
I need anger management to help contain me like.
[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, sure the world's not ready
Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
They just mad of what you're destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
You mother fuckers,
I'll fuckin, I'll kick you in the god damn shins and make you run a lap.
Fuckin' scrape your taste buds out and feed you the best meal you ever had,
You won't be even able to taste it.
I'll uhh, scrape your eyes out and put on the Shawshank Redemption,
It's a great movie and you're gonna miss it cause you're blind.
Assholes.
Sunny Afternoon lyrics - Chris Webby
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
You see I roll it up and light it when my Zippo gets ignited
It's an addiction at this point so what's the point in tryna fight it
Pass a bong with Miley Cyrus, and Michael Phelps in a cipher,
Even Schwarzenegger hit it, when I passed homie the lighter
Puffin that pharmaceutical so Cali's where I'm movin' to
Blazing on a sunny afternoon this shit it beautiful
The sun is in the sky, but you still can see the moon,
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Cause I'm feelin' spectacular, puff puff passenger,
On a NASA spacecraft up above passing ya
Abra-cadabra, I'll make the weed vanish bitch
Brain damage, tree bandit, rollin' up the cannabis
Kickin' back baby and I'm lovin' it
While I be puffin on dozens of my herbal supplements
That’s just how I does it, so somebody grab a dub of piff
And I'll go grab a dutch to split, we'll be getting dumb as shit
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Uh, yeah, and you know I'm not the sober type
So fuckin' high that I can barely even hold the mic
Always smoking, but yea I got probation
But fuck, rules are made to be broken right?
I'm a crazy dude, burnin' watchin' paper-view,
Munchin' on some Asian food, roll a J, a haze or two
Stay higher than Harry Potter flyin' on his broom
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Chelsea have you seen me lately, I think I'm goin' crazy
Tokin' on a vaporizer till my brain is broken baby
Rarely sober, I cant help it I'm a stoner
Always got that fresh out the baggy weed aroma
When some say it’s a bad habit, I just fuckin' laugh at it
Grab the bong and pack it and hit it until I'm asthmatic
Brain always movin' slow like it's some bad traffic
You can't OD on pot? Shit, I'll take a stab at it
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
I'm always twistin' up the ganja
Since 8th grade graduated with high honors
No one's getting higher when I roll the EZ-wider
I'll be chillin' with Harold and Kumar munchin' on some sliders
Where's my fuckin lighter, yo somebody grab the illest dose
I'll step my game up from water bottle bongs I built myself
Getting super silly, smoke fills up the room
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
When it comes to marijuana I'm a heavy user
Even puffin in my dreams, pass a J with Freddy Kruger
It's like my medication at this point in life
I start itchin' when I'm stuck without a joint to life
Cotton mouth like I've been chewing on my t-shirt
Girls are third, money second, but I need my weed first.
So you wanna burn? Hope you got an ounce to bring
Shit I gotta go, yo I'm late for drug counseling.
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
You see I roll it up and light it when my Zippo gets ignited
It's an addiction at this point so what's the point in tryna fight it
Pass a bong with Miley Cyrus, and Michael Phelps in a cipher,
Even Schwarzenegger hit it, when I passed homie the lighter
Puffin that pharmaceutical so Cali's where I'm movin' to
Blazing on a sunny afternoon this shit it beautiful
The sun is in the sky, but you still can see the moon,
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Cause I'm feelin' spectacular, puff puff passenger,
On a NASA spacecraft up above passing ya
Abra-cadabra, I'll make the weed vanish bitch
Brain damage, tree bandit, rollin' up the cannabis
Kickin' back baby and I'm lovin' it
While I be puffin on dozens of my herbal supplements
That’s just how I does it, so somebody grab a dub of piff
And I'll go grab a dutch to split, we'll be getting dumb as shit
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Uh, yeah, and you know I'm not the sober type
So fuckin' high that I can barely even hold the mic
Always smoking, but yea I got probation
But fuck, rules are made to be broken right?
I'm a crazy dude, burnin' watchin' paper-view,
Munchin' on some Asian food, roll a J, a haze or two
Stay higher than Harry Potter flyin' on his broom
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Chelsea have you seen me lately, I think I'm goin' crazy
Tokin' on a vaporizer till my brain is broken baby
Rarely sober, I cant help it I'm a stoner
Always got that fresh out the baggy weed aroma
When some say it’s a bad habit, I just fuckin' laugh at it
Grab the bong and pack it and hit it until I'm asthmatic
Brain always movin' slow like it's some bad traffic
You can't OD on pot? Shit, I'll take a stab at it
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
I'm always twistin' up the ganja
Since 8th grade graduated with high honors
No one's getting higher when I roll the EZ-wider
I'll be chillin' with Harold and Kumar munchin' on some sliders
Where's my fuckin lighter, yo somebody grab the illest dose
I'll step my game up from water bottle bongs I built myself
Getting super silly, smoke fills up the room
While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
When it comes to marijuana I'm a heavy user
Even puffin in my dreams, pass a J with Freddy Kruger
It's like my medication at this point in life
I start itchin' when I'm stuck without a joint to life
Cotton mouth like I've been chewing on my t-shirt
Girls are third, money second, but I need my weed first.
So you wanna burn? Hope you got an ounce to bring
Shit I gotta go, yo I'm late for drug counseling.
[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
Monster lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Apathy)
[Intro: Apathy]
It's to the point where I don't even wanna close my eyes anymore
I black out and wake up with blood on me and shit
Everything feels like a fucking nightmare
And I feel paranoid like everybody's fucking with me
So, I just attack everything, all the time
You hear people say that they hear voices inside of their head, telling them to do shit?
I think I am that voice that they hear...
[Hook: Repeat x2]
Fear what they don't understand, became a monster (Yeah!)
What they do is can't...conquer (Webby!)
Monster...I was destined to come (Uhh)
Became a monster...Second to none
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I got more wordplay than a chess set on top of a thesaurus
More trees than a forest, I roll it up and torch it
Brain is so contorted, that I need to be deported
To the nearest insane asylum when I wake up in the morning
It's the dawn of the dead, call up the feds, better warn 'em
Webby's on the motherfucking loose, take caution
So, why you startin' me?
The fucking Lincoln Memorial ain't even as hard as me
And the dudes that I brought with me
And my temper be quicker than Jimmy Darmody
With half a pharmacy flowing through each one of my arteries
Me and AP, that Connecticut rap
You'll be lucky if you leavin' and your head is attached
Murder beats, so I hope your instrumental is strapped
Cause if it's not, it'll gets its fuckin' skeleton cracked
All that, bitch I go Keenan & Kel on a track
So, you can picture me on top and then develop the facts (Ha!)
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Verse 2: Apathy]
I got raps ricocheting in my brain like a pinball
The force from the impact, they pack could spin y’all
In circles in the air with the slow-mo pose
AP’s known to snatch souls like wizards and crows
Fuck bitches and hoes, y’all are midgets and trolls
I see visions like prophecies written in scrolls
Your whole shit is exposed, due a bid to my foes
So switch roles, flee prison in the visitor’s clothes
Escape artist, the rawest, my mixtape’s the hardest
I harness the power of hollow-points in a cartridge
Cartin' off body parts in a Wal-Mart cart
The werewolf after dark. Half-man, half-shark
I’m sharp as a box cutter, better start flinchin’
Put spikes through your head until you look like Bart Simpson
No concealed weapon, let these motherfuckas know the deal
AP stands large, wrecking cities like Cloverfield
A monster
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
(Yeah!) (Uhh)
Rippin’ mics, spittin’ nice
I’m a monster, came from a vision of enterprise
I’m just living life, grab a knife, start committing seppuku
Clever view of my language, now I’m making revenue
I was bred to hunt like an Irish Setter do
So, if you think you’re ahead then I’mma sever you
A lot of the hills in front of me, so I’mma pedal through
Until I’m in your TV, like the letter U
Alphabetical menace, when I get in a sentence
So, if you step you’ll be the next to regret it
Punch-line killa, leave you shredded like lettuce
Then I’ll dip with your chick and get her wetted in Venice
CT’s on lock, try and break this flow
2-0-3’s mine, AP’s got the 8-6-0
Now, Connecticut’s together like never before
We got the guillotine ready, leave your head on the floor (Bitch!)
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Outro]
It's to the point where I don't even wanna close my eyes anymore
I black out and wake up with blood on me and shit
Everything feels like a fucking nightmare
And I feel paranoid like everybody's fucking with me
So, I just attack everything, all the time
You hear people say that they hear voices inside of their head, telling them to do shit?
I think I am that voice that they hear...
[Hook: Repeat x2]
Fear what they don't understand, became a monster (Yeah!)
What they do is can't...conquer (Webby!)
Monster...I was destined to come (Uhh)
Became a monster...Second to none
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I got more wordplay than a chess set on top of a thesaurus
More trees than a forest, I roll it up and torch it
Brain is so contorted, that I need to be deported
To the nearest insane asylum when I wake up in the morning
It's the dawn of the dead, call up the feds, better warn 'em
Webby's on the motherfucking loose, take caution
So, why you startin' me?
The fucking Lincoln Memorial ain't even as hard as me
And the dudes that I brought with me
And my temper be quicker than Jimmy Darmody
With half a pharmacy flowing through each one of my arteries
Me and AP, that Connecticut rap
You'll be lucky if you leavin' and your head is attached
Murder beats, so I hope your instrumental is strapped
Cause if it's not, it'll gets its fuckin' skeleton cracked
All that, bitch I go Keenan & Kel on a track
So, you can picture me on top and then develop the facts (Ha!)
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Verse 2: Apathy]
I got raps ricocheting in my brain like a pinball
The force from the impact, they pack could spin y’all
In circles in the air with the slow-mo pose
AP’s known to snatch souls like wizards and crows
Fuck bitches and hoes, y’all are midgets and trolls
I see visions like prophecies written in scrolls
Your whole shit is exposed, due a bid to my foes
So switch roles, flee prison in the visitor’s clothes
Escape artist, the rawest, my mixtape’s the hardest
I harness the power of hollow-points in a cartridge
Cartin' off body parts in a Wal-Mart cart
The werewolf after dark. Half-man, half-shark
I’m sharp as a box cutter, better start flinchin’
Put spikes through your head until you look like Bart Simpson
No concealed weapon, let these motherfuckas know the deal
AP stands large, wrecking cities like Cloverfield
A monster
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
(Yeah!) (Uhh)
Rippin’ mics, spittin’ nice
I’m a monster, came from a vision of enterprise
I’m just living life, grab a knife, start committing seppuku
Clever view of my language, now I’m making revenue
I was bred to hunt like an Irish Setter do
So, if you think you’re ahead then I’mma sever you
A lot of the hills in front of me, so I’mma pedal through
Until I’m in your TV, like the letter U
Alphabetical menace, when I get in a sentence
So, if you step you’ll be the next to regret it
Punch-line killa, leave you shredded like lettuce
Then I’ll dip with your chick and get her wetted in Venice
CT’s on lock, try and break this flow
2-0-3’s mine, AP’s got the 8-6-0
Now, Connecticut’s together like never before
We got the guillotine ready, leave your head on the floor (Bitch!)
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Outro]
Roger That lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. D. Lector)
Ha, yeah, it's Chris Webby
Danimal Lector in the mo'fucking building
You know, Connecticut, ha
Webster's lab, bitch
Let's go, yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You now have entered Webby's world, welcome to my habitat
Living like a Jason Statham movie, always action packed
Killin' competitors, cause seein' me lose a battle rap
Just don't happen these days like seein' a Pterodactyl hatch
So give me beats and I'll be runnin' to the lab with that
Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack
Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain't never matchin' that
Roll so fuckin' deep, we know where to get Krabby Patties at
Deeper than the ocean floor, U-571
Larry the cable guy, cause you know I'm 'bout to get her done
Pushin' all your buttons, you would think I had an extra thumb
Chug a fifth of moonshine, chase it with some ketel one
Spit nice with raps to rip mics,
Carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice
I'll keep strivin' for the title until I win right
This is what happens when you feed Gizmo after midnight
A fuckin' Gremlin, ain't nobody stoppin' that
Cleats on my feet and I'm a play em like a soccer match
Slaughter all these copycats, you could never follow that
(Ground control to major com) I'm crazy do you roger that?
[Verse 2: D. Lector]
Eenie meenie miney mo, my winnie in your hiney hole
Hidey hoe labor as I light the drow, psycho flow,
I can go from high to low, low to high man I don't know,
Too hot to touch too cold to hold and right now I'm at 5 below,
On the surface my mind's berserk, and I'm like
Give me a perc and a vibe with a verse to write
Each word too precise, verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife,
And certain it's curtains I'm the best you've heard in your life
Bourbon and Sprite, cause in the burbs we light the herb every night,
Turnin' the mic just warmin' up, so quit your queefin', it's girly
I making a 30 g's it's early walkin' all weekend like Berny,
I used to be weak and nerdy but now I'm Diesel like the typer fuel
Highway to hell but they didn't teach me this in driving school,
You giant tool I'm hittin' the track like Ricky Bobby, listen mommy
If, if you with a pretty body then shit I'll probably take brain,
Cause the kid's a zombie, never did karate
But it's Daniel-san, all I'm missing is Mr. Miyagi.
I'm fucking crazy smelling like a skunk with rabies,
Punching babies, humping ladies, blame my mother cause she made me,
I'm a product of the 80's high as a kite, high on life,
This rap shit is like ridin' a bike
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I'm Mr. Starship Trooper puttin' weed up in the hooka
Hittin' on my friends' mums tryna take me home a cougar
In your dreams like Freddy Kruger with the lyrical maneuvers
You Tube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer
I just live hakuna matata {Swahili phrase for 'no worries'}
I'm kicking it with Puba lightin' Buddha, stayin' flyer than you losers
Stella Luna I'm a dude who got some confidence, scratch that, cockiness
Syllable after syllable out of my esophagus
You don't gotta roger that, but baby I'm a roger this
Motherfuckin' party boy, call me Chris Panius
Bitch I'm just a jackass, higher than a rocket-ship
You chick perverse cowboy's the only one on top of this
She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it
Well, bitch you're sippin greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it.
The way you givin' brain you'll never get yourself a scholarship.
In fact, at this point your fuckin head's probably hollow bitch.
I'm fuckin' nice so all you haters should acknowledge it
Either way, who gives a fuck? I'm makin' me a profit bitch
I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that
I'm the best in the burbs bitch, and you can roger that
Danimal Lector in the mo'fucking building
You know, Connecticut, ha
Webster's lab, bitch
Let's go, yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You now have entered Webby's world, welcome to my habitat
Living like a Jason Statham movie, always action packed
Killin' competitors, cause seein' me lose a battle rap
Just don't happen these days like seein' a Pterodactyl hatch
So give me beats and I'll be runnin' to the lab with that
Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack
Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain't never matchin' that
Roll so fuckin' deep, we know where to get Krabby Patties at
Deeper than the ocean floor, U-571
Larry the cable guy, cause you know I'm 'bout to get her done
Pushin' all your buttons, you would think I had an extra thumb
Chug a fifth of moonshine, chase it with some ketel one
Spit nice with raps to rip mics,
Carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice
I'll keep strivin' for the title until I win right
This is what happens when you feed Gizmo after midnight
A fuckin' Gremlin, ain't nobody stoppin' that
Cleats on my feet and I'm a play em like a soccer match
Slaughter all these copycats, you could never follow that
(Ground control to major com) I'm crazy do you roger that?
[Verse 2: D. Lector]
Eenie meenie miney mo, my winnie in your hiney hole
Hidey hoe labor as I light the drow, psycho flow,
I can go from high to low, low to high man I don't know,
Too hot to touch too cold to hold and right now I'm at 5 below,
On the surface my mind's berserk, and I'm like
Give me a perc and a vibe with a verse to write
Each word too precise, verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife,
And certain it's curtains I'm the best you've heard in your life
Bourbon and Sprite, cause in the burbs we light the herb every night,
Turnin' the mic just warmin' up, so quit your queefin', it's girly
I making a 30 g's it's early walkin' all weekend like Berny,
I used to be weak and nerdy but now I'm Diesel like the typer fuel
Highway to hell but they didn't teach me this in driving school,
You giant tool I'm hittin' the track like Ricky Bobby, listen mommy
If, if you with a pretty body then shit I'll probably take brain,
Cause the kid's a zombie, never did karate
But it's Daniel-san, all I'm missing is Mr. Miyagi.
I'm fucking crazy smelling like a skunk with rabies,
Punching babies, humping ladies, blame my mother cause she made me,
I'm a product of the 80's high as a kite, high on life,
This rap shit is like ridin' a bike
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I'm Mr. Starship Trooper puttin' weed up in the hooka
Hittin' on my friends' mums tryna take me home a cougar
In your dreams like Freddy Kruger with the lyrical maneuvers
You Tube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer
I just live hakuna matata {Swahili phrase for 'no worries'}
I'm kicking it with Puba lightin' Buddha, stayin' flyer than you losers
Stella Luna I'm a dude who got some confidence, scratch that, cockiness
Syllable after syllable out of my esophagus
You don't gotta roger that, but baby I'm a roger this
Motherfuckin' party boy, call me Chris Panius
Bitch I'm just a jackass, higher than a rocket-ship
You chick perverse cowboy's the only one on top of this
She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it
Well, bitch you're sippin greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it.
The way you givin' brain you'll never get yourself a scholarship.
In fact, at this point your fuckin head's probably hollow bitch.
I'm fuckin' nice so all you haters should acknowledge it
Either way, who gives a fuck? I'm makin' me a profit bitch
I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that
I'm the best in the burbs bitch, and you can roger that
The Way lyrics - Chris Webby
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Got the sun in the sky, roll my windows down
Bass turned up, that shit surround sound
I'm a dog, rollin' with a fox-like hound
And another blunt wrap, wheels spinnin' on the ground
Cruisin', I don't give a fuck where I'm headed
Gas tank full to the brim, unleaded
Fast lane flow so these cops can't catch it
Was that my exit? Nah, fuck it, forget it
I-95, no traffic dude
With my pedal to the floor, too fast for you
Break down lane, straight passin' you
I got a need for speed, it's what I have to do
Every street ahead of me is paved in gold
EZ pass and I'm out, never paid a toll
Sun roof down with an eighth to blow
Not givin' one fuck which way I go
[Hook]
Anyone could see the road that they walked on
Is paved in gold
And it's always summer
They'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry
They'll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows
Wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home
But they really don't care
They wanted the highway
They're happier there today
Today
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
On a road, this is how I live my life
No turn signal, swerve to the right
Where I'm headed, never gotta windshield wipe
Not a cloud in the sky cause the weather's too nice
The sun does nothin' but shine
Ain't nobody got a watch, no need for time
I got my seat reclined, and I never see a reason why
You go back to anything you leave behind
Lightin' up a cigarette, ash out the window
Shades on my face with my fitted hat, brim low
On my way to a place I've never been, yo
Stompin' on the pedal with my size 10 Timbos
Speed hittin' over a buck
No flashin' lights I just can't be touched
Trust, I'mma be livin' it up
Destination unknown not givin' a fuck
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I know, I know
I'mma be travelin' straight on this road of gold
Never knowin' where the fuck I'm gonna go, but yo
I know that I'mma find my way
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
No complainin', better stop that bitchin'
Get on the road, and drive and start livin'
Tomorrow ain't promisin', enjoy what you're given
Reach for the stars, enough you can't miss 'em
Follow my lead as I rip those beats
And you'll get where you're goin' when you hit those streets
Livin' life like Gran Turismo 3
I'm just gettin' where I feel I gotta be
Ha !
[Hook]
Got the sun in the sky, roll my windows down
Bass turned up, that shit surround sound
I'm a dog, rollin' with a fox-like hound
And another blunt wrap, wheels spinnin' on the ground
Cruisin', I don't give a fuck where I'm headed
Gas tank full to the brim, unleaded
Fast lane flow so these cops can't catch it
Was that my exit? Nah, fuck it, forget it
I-95, no traffic dude
With my pedal to the floor, too fast for you
Break down lane, straight passin' you
I got a need for speed, it's what I have to do
Every street ahead of me is paved in gold
EZ pass and I'm out, never paid a toll
Sun roof down with an eighth to blow
Not givin' one fuck which way I go
[Hook]
Anyone could see the road that they walked on
Is paved in gold
And it's always summer
They'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry
They'll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows
Wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home
But they really don't care
They wanted the highway
They're happier there today
Today
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
On a road, this is how I live my life
No turn signal, swerve to the right
Where I'm headed, never gotta windshield wipe
Not a cloud in the sky cause the weather's too nice
The sun does nothin' but shine
Ain't nobody got a watch, no need for time
I got my seat reclined, and I never see a reason why
You go back to anything you leave behind
Lightin' up a cigarette, ash out the window
Shades on my face with my fitted hat, brim low
On my way to a place I've never been, yo
Stompin' on the pedal with my size 10 Timbos
Speed hittin' over a buck
No flashin' lights I just can't be touched
Trust, I'mma be livin' it up
Destination unknown not givin' a fuck
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I know, I know
I'mma be travelin' straight on this road of gold
Never knowin' where the fuck I'm gonna go, but yo
I know that I'mma find my way
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
No complainin', better stop that bitchin'
Get on the road, and drive and start livin'
Tomorrow ain't promisin', enjoy what you're given
Reach for the stars, enough you can't miss 'em
Follow my lead as I rip those beats
And you'll get where you're goin' when you hit those streets
Livin' life like Gran Turismo 3
I'm just gettin' where I feel I gotta be
Ha !
[Hook]
Killin' Em lyrics - Chris Webby
Yeah! Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Ye ye, I'm killin' 'em
Till my bank statement reads 27 million
They said I couldn't do it so you know I gotta get it done
Acrobatic rappin' the way that Webby be flippin' son
Six mixtapes and the fans need more
I hit the fork in the road and took a detour
Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down
Cuz I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4
Blow minds when they heard the rap
Hustle so many tapes you think I'm servin crack
Make bass lines sizzle when I burn a track
Only dude who made Datpiff's server crash
Yo I'm nice better learn the facts
Came a long fuckin' way not a chance I'll be turning back
Uh, so you know that I'ma rap check 'em
When I put my fitted cap back like Ash Ketchum
I beat 'em up grab an EMT
Think you better then you must be takin' DMT
Dream on mothafucka I am DMC
Hard body flow cop my tape at GNC
See,
I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc
Cuz I got more lines than a Stop & Shop
On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot
Of shit stealthy in the game like an ocelot
Ha!
Mortal Kombat logo tatted on my back
So you know I'm gonna "Finish Him" from the moment I attack
I'm a train passenger all I need is a track
To be getting' where I'm goin' and when I do it's a wrap
So step when I bust
Get left in my dust
I'm in it to the finish investin' my bucks
The best and I just don't stop: an animal
My manager found me up at Pet Supplies Plus
Plus I be killin' 'em consecutively
Without expending any energy effortlessly
I got a bag full of trees, Chef Boyardee
And a hometown throne in the 203
Motherfuckas know
They better tuck and roll
Cuz I'm the Master and Commander of this shit
They call me Russell Crowe
I'll never love a ho
So I'll wear a rubber bro
If I have a kid I'll get disowned by my mother yo
On another note nobody can step to me
I think I may have told you already but with my memory
It's hard to remember anything after all the ecstasy
But still they can't touch me like I got a case of Leprosy
I got 'em askin' questions like they playin' Jeopardy
"A dope spittin' white boy?"
Bzzzt
"What is Chris Webby"
See they take shit too serious, I'm here to add some levity
Roll a J and take one to the head John Kennedy
What I'm here to do is pretty fuckin' clear cut
Even at 45 with a beer gut
I'ma still get your chick wetter than a tear duct
And make mixtapes that'll get your ear fucked
Not in Taylor Gang,
Not a Young Mula
I'm in Webby's World
I am the 1 Rula
Nerf Gun Shoota
With a dumb aim
Leavin' Monica Lewinsky with a cum stain
Untamed understand the flows
I'm dope, but at this point the fans should know
HBO flow with a Band of Bros
And a chick with an ass fatter then Amber Rose
Hehh!
I throw 'em off like a star pitcher
They can't follow the flow the way the bars hit cha
I'm a bar spitta
Shit
Them beaten me is like seein' Mel Gibson at a Bar Mitzvah
Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Heh!
I be killin' 'em
Yeah!
Hahaha
Yeah!
Webby's Lab
Yessir
I be killin' 'em
Ye ye, I'm killin' 'em
Till my bank statement reads 27 million
They said I couldn't do it so you know I gotta get it done
Acrobatic rappin' the way that Webby be flippin' son
Six mixtapes and the fans need more
I hit the fork in the road and took a detour
Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down
Cuz I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4
Blow minds when they heard the rap
Hustle so many tapes you think I'm servin crack
Make bass lines sizzle when I burn a track
Only dude who made Datpiff's server crash
Yo I'm nice better learn the facts
Came a long fuckin' way not a chance I'll be turning back
Uh, so you know that I'ma rap check 'em
When I put my fitted cap back like Ash Ketchum
I beat 'em up grab an EMT
Think you better then you must be takin' DMT
Dream on mothafucka I am DMC
Hard body flow cop my tape at GNC
See,
I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc
Cuz I got more lines than a Stop & Shop
On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot
Of shit stealthy in the game like an ocelot
Ha!
Mortal Kombat logo tatted on my back
So you know I'm gonna "Finish Him" from the moment I attack
I'm a train passenger all I need is a track
To be getting' where I'm goin' and when I do it's a wrap
So step when I bust
Get left in my dust
I'm in it to the finish investin' my bucks
The best and I just don't stop: an animal
My manager found me up at Pet Supplies Plus
Plus I be killin' 'em consecutively
Without expending any energy effortlessly
I got a bag full of trees, Chef Boyardee
And a hometown throne in the 203
Motherfuckas know
They better tuck and roll
Cuz I'm the Master and Commander of this shit
They call me Russell Crowe
I'll never love a ho
So I'll wear a rubber bro
If I have a kid I'll get disowned by my mother yo
On another note nobody can step to me
I think I may have told you already but with my memory
It's hard to remember anything after all the ecstasy
But still they can't touch me like I got a case of Leprosy
I got 'em askin' questions like they playin' Jeopardy
"A dope spittin' white boy?"
Bzzzt
"What is Chris Webby"
See they take shit too serious, I'm here to add some levity
Roll a J and take one to the head John Kennedy
What I'm here to do is pretty fuckin' clear cut
Even at 45 with a beer gut
I'ma still get your chick wetter than a tear duct
And make mixtapes that'll get your ear fucked
Not in Taylor Gang,
Not a Young Mula
I'm in Webby's World
I am the 1 Rula
Nerf Gun Shoota
With a dumb aim
Leavin' Monica Lewinsky with a cum stain
Untamed understand the flows
I'm dope, but at this point the fans should know
HBO flow with a Band of Bros
And a chick with an ass fatter then Amber Rose
Hehh!
I throw 'em off like a star pitcher
They can't follow the flow the way the bars hit cha
I'm a bar spitta
Shit
Them beaten me is like seein' Mel Gibson at a Bar Mitzvah
Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Heh!
I be killin' 'em
Yeah!
Hahaha
Yeah!
Webby's Lab
Yessir
The Joker lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Kinetics)
[Intro: Steve Miller]
Some people call me the space cowboy yeah
Some call me the gangsta of love
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You see they label me as poorly influencin' the kids
But that's straight, I'm just tellin' 'em the way that I live
Cause I be rolling' up bud until I can barely talk even
Drinking' like a younger Kenny Powers durin' off season
I'm the reason your mother won't let your little brother listen to rap
All I talk about is chicks that I've smashed
And every single drug I've done and I'll continue to do
But this is my life, it shouldn't make a difference to you
I'm a beast popping pills like Bradley Cooper in "Limitless"
Live the life you wish you could live and I'll never get sick of it
I smoke cigarettes, my momma says I should quit
And I probably should but nah, Fuck That Shit
I be wreckin' with Kinetics you haters better forget it
If they ain't feelin' it they must have injected anesthetics
Live it like I said and every decision's reckless
This is Webb love me or hate me, you best accept it
[Hook: Steve Miller]
Cause' I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Wooo wooooo
[Verse 2: Kinetics]
My brain's busted I don't think the shit is in service
Flippin' the finger and cursin' so I'll get injured on purpose
So when I'm with the surgeon I can be convincin' the nurses
For that prescription to purchase weed for medicinal purposes
You know that you are too damn blunted and need help
When you sittin' on the couch and you reach for a seat belt
Me and Webby just a bunch of mothafuckers who pop uppers
And get so fucked up that we start headbuttin' each other
No disrespect to the Thriller I'm a killer when I flow for y'all
Cause every night I murder the mic, Propofol
So any rapper that's bad enough to be battlin'
I'm stabbin' him and jabbin' a javelin in his abdomen
Cause I'm a joker and usually never sober
But I'm infinite, like the number 8 was tipped over
From New York to Connecticut, Kinectics has connected it
Timmy Talent sampled it and then Webby perfected it
[Hook: Steve Miller]
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Wooo wooooo
Some people call me the space cowboy yeah
(Yeah I'm Feeling real good right now you know)
Some call me the gangster of love
(This is me and uh I'm not changing for nobody)
Some people call me Maurice
(You know you don't like it then uh)
Cause' I speak of the pompitous of love
(You can go fuck yourself buddy. Bring that hook back Yea)
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Wooo wooooo
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Some people call me the space cowboy yeah
Some call me the gangsta of love
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You see they label me as poorly influencin' the kids
But that's straight, I'm just tellin' 'em the way that I live
Cause I be rolling' up bud until I can barely talk even
Drinking' like a younger Kenny Powers durin' off season
I'm the reason your mother won't let your little brother listen to rap
All I talk about is chicks that I've smashed
And every single drug I've done and I'll continue to do
But this is my life, it shouldn't make a difference to you
I'm a beast popping pills like Bradley Cooper in "Limitless"
Live the life you wish you could live and I'll never get sick of it
I smoke cigarettes, my momma says I should quit
And I probably should but nah, Fuck That Shit
I be wreckin' with Kinetics you haters better forget it
If they ain't feelin' it they must have injected anesthetics
Live it like I said and every decision's reckless
This is Webb love me or hate me, you best accept it
[Hook: Steve Miller]
Cause' I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Wooo wooooo
[Verse 2: Kinetics]
My brain's busted I don't think the shit is in service
Flippin' the finger and cursin' so I'll get injured on purpose
So when I'm with the surgeon I can be convincin' the nurses
For that prescription to purchase weed for medicinal purposes
You know that you are too damn blunted and need help
When you sittin' on the couch and you reach for a seat belt
Me and Webby just a bunch of mothafuckers who pop uppers
And get so fucked up that we start headbuttin' each other
No disrespect to the Thriller I'm a killer when I flow for y'all
Cause every night I murder the mic, Propofol
So any rapper that's bad enough to be battlin'
I'm stabbin' him and jabbin' a javelin in his abdomen
Cause I'm a joker and usually never sober
But I'm infinite, like the number 8 was tipped over
From New York to Connecticut, Kinectics has connected it
Timmy Talent sampled it and then Webby perfected it
[Hook: Steve Miller]
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Wooo wooooo
Some people call me the space cowboy yeah
(Yeah I'm Feeling real good right now you know)
Some call me the gangster of love
(This is me and uh I'm not changing for nobody)
Some people call me Maurice
(You know you don't like it then uh)
Cause' I speak of the pompitous of love
(You can go fuck yourself buddy. Bring that hook back Yea)
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Wooo wooooo
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Playing my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my loving on the run
Just Can't Kill The Beast lyrics - Chris Webby
Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)
[Hook]
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)
They stab it with their Steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast
[Verse 1]
Yeah yeah I could of just been stop by what arisen in the past
Sitting in the county cell only two years back
Waiting on a phone call from my girl or dad or my mother
As they try to gather together all the cash to bail me out
And I'm embarrassed for that cuz it was my stupidity that got this felony rap
And now they had to suffer cuz of me and I'm sorry for that
But now the coast is clear and they ain't never sending me back
I was left with fucking nothing not a dollar to my name
Left with a pen left with a pad left with dream it's all the same
While I'm thinking I was looking at three and half years
Still I never shed a tear I got on the grind with an idea
To be great to make something outta my life and just redeem myself
Enough with all the tough talk and shit Webby be yourself
Work for it everyday put lyrics to these beats now they just can't kill the beast. Bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was stuck living in my parent's house working a 9 to 5
Waking up for court at the crack of dawn and loosen up my tie
Waiting for my paycheck in the mail even though it was low
How the fuck else could I pay for the studio? Cuz I know
Even back then that I would make it rapping
Its all I ever thought about so I knew that it would happen
It had to be so gradually put my soul in this music shit
If you don't think I worked ever second for it you stupid bitch
I remember performing in ten people show
But still I put my fucking heart in it even though
It seemed I would never make it every one told me I'd never make it
But I had determination and I never let nobody brake it
I was set on being famous I was ready for the anguish
That goes into being something that requires mental patience
I grinded and I grinded so everybody would listen
So while I got your ear I'd like to introduce you to Christian
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Went though a bunch of situations leading me to dead ends
But I kept the microphone with me just like my best friend
After lots of bullshit I sat back home
And said "Fuck it" Im'a do this shit all on my own
Got a strong team behind and we went the independent route
Stepped my lyrics up while my competitors are stepping out
Of my way cuz I'm here to stay paving the way every fucking syllable
ThatI say, I'mma make my way to my dying day Im'a be okay
I've been booed at and taunted and hated through all this
I've kept my fucking head up now it me that they be wanting
I've earned this I worked to fucking hard to tell me otherwise
I've made a fucking movement yo I'm not like all these other guys
I was born for this fuck what all the hater said
Any talk about me being fake has now been laid to rest
Took the long road making it eventually
So fuck a mixtape this is me fulfilling destiny
Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)
[Hook]
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)
[Hook]
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)
They stab it with their Steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast
[Verse 1]
Yeah yeah I could of just been stop by what arisen in the past
Sitting in the county cell only two years back
Waiting on a phone call from my girl or dad or my mother
As they try to gather together all the cash to bail me out
And I'm embarrassed for that cuz it was my stupidity that got this felony rap
And now they had to suffer cuz of me and I'm sorry for that
But now the coast is clear and they ain't never sending me back
I was left with fucking nothing not a dollar to my name
Left with a pen left with a pad left with dream it's all the same
While I'm thinking I was looking at three and half years
Still I never shed a tear I got on the grind with an idea
To be great to make something outta my life and just redeem myself
Enough with all the tough talk and shit Webby be yourself
Work for it everyday put lyrics to these beats now they just can't kill the beast. Bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was stuck living in my parent's house working a 9 to 5
Waking up for court at the crack of dawn and loosen up my tie
Waiting for my paycheck in the mail even though it was low
How the fuck else could I pay for the studio? Cuz I know
Even back then that I would make it rapping
Its all I ever thought about so I knew that it would happen
It had to be so gradually put my soul in this music shit
If you don't think I worked ever second for it you stupid bitch
I remember performing in ten people show
But still I put my fucking heart in it even though
It seemed I would never make it every one told me I'd never make it
But I had determination and I never let nobody brake it
I was set on being famous I was ready for the anguish
That goes into being something that requires mental patience
I grinded and I grinded so everybody would listen
So while I got your ear I'd like to introduce you to Christian
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Went though a bunch of situations leading me to dead ends
But I kept the microphone with me just like my best friend
After lots of bullshit I sat back home
And said "Fuck it" Im'a do this shit all on my own
Got a strong team behind and we went the independent route
Stepped my lyrics up while my competitors are stepping out
Of my way cuz I'm here to stay paving the way every fucking syllable
ThatI say, I'mma make my way to my dying day Im'a be okay
I've been booed at and taunted and hated through all this
I've kept my fucking head up now it me that they be wanting
I've earned this I worked to fucking hard to tell me otherwise
I've made a fucking movement yo I'm not like all these other guys
I was born for this fuck what all the hater said
Any talk about me being fake has now been laid to rest
Took the long road making it eventually
So fuck a mixtape this is me fulfilling destiny
Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)
[Hook]
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