Yeah, this is for all you shit talkin’ muthafuckas out there Runnin’ your lip and shit Cause if you push somebody to that limit You push that wrong button, you feel me? Dude bound to just turn around and fuckin’ injure you Ya know what I mean?
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] You’ll get injured, grab around your neck with my hands And choke out every fuckin’ last breath if I can God damn, I’m usually mad stoned and friendly But like anybody there are many sides to Webby I don’t need a pistol, I’m leavin’ you knocked out Show up at your mom’s house like, “Bitch whatchu want now?” My sanity can’t be found, try to step hither I’ll stab you in the liver with a pair of blunt scissors Run up with a switch blade, flipped out displayin’ And slit my own throat first to show you I ain’t playin’ With a few beers in me I’m a rowdy muthafucka So keep talkin’, I love it when you doubt me muthafuka Cause when I feel aggression I just grab the closest weapon And beat him in the skull with it until I make his head spin Couldn’t matter less my skin color or complexion I’m a nutcase for fuck sake so quit steppin’ You’ll get injured, and that’s just me bein’ truthful I’m brutal, beat you to death with a pool noodle You fuckin’ toy poodles can’t step to the fight Leavin’ him drinkin’ every meal for the rest of his life
[Hook] You’ll get injured, and nah I ain’t playin’ around One punch make that ass lay on the ground If you didn’t know before then I’m sayin’ it now Yes I’m sayin’ it now, that you’re gonna get injured And nah I ain’t fuckin’ with you You can touch me or anyone in my crew You can just ask anybody, it’s true If I’m comin’ for you then you’re gonna get injured
[Verse 2: D. Lector] Feelin’ like I’m wantin’ to kill Straight ragin’, my boys are like, “Knowledge just chill” But on the real my pockets are filled with pot and some pills Ready to leave a muthafucka with some hospital bills I’m not stoppin’ until, I see you drop and then spill If the bleedin’ don’t kill you, lack of oxygen will I’m a doctor, not like Phil, but more like Kevorkian Get over here, I’ma bout to finish em like Scorpion Stick my fingers in between your rib cage, force ‘em in And straight open you up like an accordion I ain’t tryna’ pretend that I’m the hardest But all this, I'm a beast talk is just garbage A light weight, I’m a lean two fifteen Ruthless, ready to leave a tooth or two missing I put the heat in ya mouth like a Hooters’ wing And dunk shot after shot like playin’ hoops with Kareem I’m rulin' as king, proceed cautious, I eat bosses CT’s mine tell Rell to leave office Try to cross me and rest in peace under crosses Body full of more metal than Kanye’s jaw is
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