Certified Chris Webby

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I don’t have a Master’s or Bachelor’s
Just a certificate sayin’ “Certified Rapper”
Fresh, fly, and dapper
Cracker with cheese, with Connecticut steez
Bitch I’m cooler than a summertime breeze, ho please
In my jeans two cojones, you better respect
You couldn’t get me with a net, I’m the Deadliest Catch
The record labels ever seen, lettin’ off steam
Sippin’ lean, American jumpin’ bean
I’m a fiend for the opposite sex
When I put your feet up by your neck, baby make us both sweat
Yes, I’m a damn dog like a Labrador
Everyday I’m baggin’ whores, fuck you think I’m rappin’ for?
And so what I be comin’ out of Connecticut?
I’m sick of rappers gettin’ big with no prerequisites
I be certified check the rap sheet
While other kids were math geeks and athletes, I was a rap freak
Cause you know that I’m about to get it poppin’
No start button for you, there’s no option
Sippin’ a concoction, I’m no boy from Boston
The tri-states ridin' with me, and stay rockin’
Never spit a flow that you won’t feel
Givin’ you the news, fuckin’ April O’Neill
Got a Casey Jones flow, baby you can never doubt me
Ten foot dick, balls bigger than Lebowski