[Intro: Chris Webby] 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 Tom) I'm crazy do you roger that?
[Verse 2: D. Lector] Eenie meenie miney mo, my weenie in your hiney hole Hidey ho neighbor as I light the dro, 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 Vic With the verse I write, each word is precise Verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife For 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 Curlin' the mic, just warmin' up, so quit your queefin', it's girly I'm eatin' 30, geeze it's early, walkin' all weekend like Bernie I used to be weak and nerdy, now I'm Diesel like the type of fuel Highway to hell, they didn't teach me this in drivin' 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 missin' is Mr. Miyagi I'm fuckin' crazy, smellin' like a skunk with rabies Punchin' babies, humpin' 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' moms, tryna take me home a cougar In your dreams like Freddy Krueger with the lyrical maneuvers YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer I just live Hakuna Matata I'm kickin' it with Pumba 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 Mothafuckin' party boy, call me Chris Pontius Bitch I'm just a jackass, higher than a rocket-ship Your chick reverse 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 thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
