Sure as Can Be Locksmith (Ft. Chris Webby)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
In misery
Oh thinking about men
Oh yeah
Yeah
You see when Webby got it get it
I’m gonna leave your body twisting
With these punchlines so fucking hard they ask if Rocky did it
We’re staying drunk
See me in the lobby sipping
Blacking out like I’m sharing drinks with Bill Cosby’s bitches
The way I step to the mic has gotta be God’s gift
White boy with a light skin bitch
Call me John Smith
Little fat chick just make it drop trick
Got a chastity belt I’ll pass you to Locksmith
Middle fingers in the sky till my arms tired
You would think my tonsils made to flick the way I talk fire
Say they crediting Webby they all liars
Y’all ain’t going nowhere like barbed wired on your car tires
Fricking anxiety medication with Kevin Bacon
Grand Central Station till my body is levitating
Kill them with the stars in two ways
What fucking explanation
Just follow the bouncing ball let me do this demonstration