Webster’s Laboratory Chris Webby

[Intro]
Welcome, welcome!
I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory
I'll be your host for the evening
Chris Webby if you didn't already know
Step right in, let me show you around real quick
Heh, let's cook some shit up

Yeah!

[Verse 1]
It's that verbal visionary, criminally literary
Spit it clever, bitch it's Webster
You could check me on the dictionary
Under author credits
I'm the author, get it?
Mind sharper than a cutlass that I'll saw your head with
So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice
Shaved his fucking comb-over off his head and made my exit
They can't see me, cause me see dyslexic
Cooking acid tabs into my omelet during breakfast
Three moves in Tetris? Nah, but I got a triple stack
I'm talking E pills 'til I can't remember jack, shit
Rolling with aliens like Men in Black
Repping for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that
I'm a dirty dog, down to fuck your lady raw
Roll a J of Sour D, get twisted like a crazy straw
I'm a motherfucking beast off the leash
Until the obituary say that Webby is deceased
Killin' beats, call a priest
They can't censor me, cause if they try, the whole fucking song'll be a bleep
I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco
Balling on these bitches with better stats than Rondo
Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco
Running people over like it's Grand Theft Auto
CT to Cabo, I'm killing them with hot flow
Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy