[Hook] Goin down a hard road Don't know where I've been x2
[Chris webby first verse] You see I'm going down a hard road Light speed activate Moving at a rapid pace Down whatever path it takes To the top, the tippy tipidy top Cause im spittin it hot With a vicious rhythm to watch Block to the suburbs I'm known as a dope rhyme buster Full of drug references and cuss words Parents, I'm what you do not want your kids to be Crazy little bastard on more drugs than Lindsey B (snnniffff) shit Back to rehab I suppose thats it Pneumonia with the flowin cause I spit it that sick I'm just gettin where im going yo I'll be there in a bit I'm the shit, pound sign just sayin So tweet that while my cd's in your Ipod playin Always got the bar raisin Gettin pussy like a young Hank Moody at a Californiacation, easy!
[Hook] Goin down a hard road Don't know where I've been x2
[Chris webby second verse] I've been goin down a hard road Where the fucks easy street Rappin since salute your shorts, rutgrats, and Pete and Pete Product of the 90's Taught me how to rhyme Grew up listening to Eminem, Jigga and Sublime My mind absorbed everything I'm sure that you can tell Even if along the way I lost alot of brain cells Oh please, you know I blow trees And stay slick with the tongue like Yoshi Rappin and I'm undefeated Not to sound conceited But I'm nice Say it once, theres no need for me to repeat it Put me on Ripley's I'll make everybody believe it Hip-Hop I eat, sleep, piss, shit, and breath it I'm a dragon on the mic They call me Mushu Killin any beat ten times better than you do The days of my competitors are numbered like Suduko Do it for the burbs baby holla at the Youtube (bitch!)
[Hook] x2 Goin down a hard road Don't know where I've been
I'm rappin better Rip up any track forever Raising anarchy like Jackson Teller Call me captain clever Cause Webster is just a genius Spit it so seemless Creatine flowin never comin with the weak shit (urrrrr) Stay fucked up, chuggin a bottle Comin from the underground like dinosaur fossils Shark tooth in the flesh Where the fucks Little Foot Writin lyrics twenty four seven I need a bigger book And I got me some haters in CT But they mad for one reason, Cause they ain't me Spell it out W-E and a double B Don't ask Y cause I'm too damn high to even speakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
