[Verse 1: Chris Webby] I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real Fucked up, I don't even know how sober feels Smother Asher Paul Roth with a fabric wash cloth That I previously used to wash my ass and balls off I'm just a dope rapper, in class chasin' a math teacher With a protractor then copy the notes after So hot you'll think that I freakin' sleep on a burner Want beef? I'll force feed a vegan a burger Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder So A.D.H.D., that I need at least a Concerta It's Chris Webby, brain dead but still deadly My shit's heavy, pop pills and twist heddies So kick and slap me bitch, I'll take it like a masochist Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rappin' with Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a ho, slap a bitch Then leave the room laughin' after it Like what !
[Hook:] For myself, I have no regrets Time has taking what it soon forgets Again there's paradise, in short venue
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly A serial killer takin' blades to Rice Krispies An Arabic terrorist in America If you wanna get at this, I'm triple dog darin' ya I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey Ren and Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, bitch you best salute me I'mma loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soakin' dudes deuce I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues I'mma mothafuckin' monster man Get it poppin' like the guns playin' Contra man Contraband, stuck in my pipe so let me light it Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin (Skurr!) burnin' rubber til I ride on rims Brim to the side, got a sack to spark I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park Like what
[Hook:] I feel alone when the Sparrow's sing No way of knowing what tomorrow brings I leave my solitude upon his wings
[Verse 3: Chris Webby] My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's I'm young too, but shit I've been rappin' since 3 Since the youngest Jonas Brother was still in his mother's uterus And Miley Cyrus was in diapers, bitch I ain't new to this I'm what you get when you mix alcohol and nicotine Aderall, Ecstacy, Marijuana and Creatine Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in Then you got me, mind clinically dumb man I can count my brain cells on one hand But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look Bitch, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus I'm that villain out the comic book creepin' Crawlin' out the flames like a demon, breathin' Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me A mix of Buffalo Bill and Bundy, trust me
[Hook:] Though it's pleasure, is to hear in time To paint a picture's what he's left behind I close my eyes and it all leaves my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
