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.. Now, 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 young man, hails from Connecticut And now, after SIX MIXTAPES After HALF A MILLION DOWNLOADS 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
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah, 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 a the top, Mount Vesuvius Always caught disturbin' the peace, they said I was ludicrous Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, bitch Smart guy like Taj Mauer, eatin’ pot brownies On the run for killin' beats until the fuckin’ cops found me On the loose again, apple juice and gin Out outmaneuverin’ 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, swingin' for your fuckin' neck Slicin' 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!
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Everything I do, I do it with heart Werewolf with a full moon in the dark Tear a fuckin' human apart, I’m stupidly smart Started on the east, but my music made a westward expansion Somethin' like Lewis and Clark, climbin' up the musical charts And me fallin' off?, that’s like Bullseye from Daredevil losin' in 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, motherfuckin' Keebler! Mark my teachers words, they told me that I should be mature But now that my pockets beefed up, I’m never goin' vegan, sir Grindin’ ‘till the fuckin’ day I stop breathin', word!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
