[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah, let's go in on em Knodge
You already know
Yo keep that vaporizer plugged
In though you already know
I'm be back there in a second
I'm sorry mom I had to do it to em
I mean uhhh yeah yo
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'm a hard one to get along and get on a song
While I'm smokin' that Godzilla and battlin' King Kong
Straddlin' lovely women and doin' my thing hard
Eatin' rappers on my diet with a Nutri-Grain bar
I still whip the same car, smoke bud out the same jar
And get higher than a fuckin' Quasar
I am a senior to these rappers, never a J.R
And stay rollin' like a cart through the isles of K-Mart
Spit it with flava, don't work but play hard
I'm on my space ship about to invade Mars
Any opposition, I'm embarrassin'
Allergic to wack, so if you steppin' to me, I'll need a Claritin
Rappin' straight heroin, no one can compare to him
Spittin' flames like Eragon, Canada to Maryland
Brazil to Alaska, they know me as a rapper
Stay fly, just turned in my applications to NASA
Roarin' like Mufasa, eligible bachelor
Your girl's like a slice of cheese all up on this cracker
Phenomenal flow, bein' better than Webby is not probable
If it's even possible yo, rockin' a show
Droppin' it, my brain moves very slow
Comin' around like havin' sex on a Mary-go
Killin' any scenario with my man Adam Generio
Who's had faith in me since the beginnin' so there we go
Here we go, and I'm back on a beat
And fact I'm a be, I'm actually
Gradually growin' up, rollin' up a bag of the weed
Dope as fuck, hittin' em' up like Kimbo bitch
Swollen nuts hangin' down lower than a limbo stick
I get it crackin', get your windows fixed
So try to run, I'm a catch em' like we playin' sharks and minnows bitch
Ya'll can't see me like a blind mouse
I'm a bad boy just got off a time out
This is my house you'll get beat without a doubt
Cause ya'll are sittin' ducks, like Daffy on a couch
I get them punchlines know what I'm a fuckin' bout
Haters need to get them selves some scissors bitch, cut it out
I'm a fuckin' grouch, no Oscar
Music runnin' in my veins, learned it from my father
Ho don't even bother, I'm back to chokin' ya
That's why they scared of Web like Arachnophobia
Haha, bitch
Yeah, let's go in on em Knodge
You already know
Yo keep that vaporizer plugged
In though you already know
I'm be back there in a second
I'm sorry mom I had to do it to em
I mean uhhh yeah yo
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'm a hard one to get along and get on a song
While I'm smokin' that Godzilla and battlin' King Kong
Straddlin' lovely women and doin' my thing hard
Eatin' rappers on my diet with a Nutri-Grain bar
I still whip the same car, smoke bud out the same jar
And get higher than a fuckin' Quasar
I am a senior to these rappers, never a J.R
And stay rollin' like a cart through the isles of K-Mart
Spit it with flava, don't work but play hard
I'm on my space ship about to invade Mars
Any opposition, I'm embarrassin'
Allergic to wack, so if you steppin' to me, I'll need a Claritin
Rappin' straight heroin, no one can compare to him
Spittin' flames like Eragon, Canada to Maryland
Brazil to Alaska, they know me as a rapper
Stay fly, just turned in my applications to NASA
Roarin' like Mufasa, eligible bachelor
Your girl's like a slice of cheese all up on this cracker
Phenomenal flow, bein' better than Webby is not probable
If it's even possible yo, rockin' a show
Droppin' it, my brain moves very slow
Comin' around like havin' sex on a Mary-go
Killin' any scenario with my man Adam Generio
Who's had faith in me since the beginnin' so there we go
Here we go, and I'm back on a beat
And fact I'm a be, I'm actually
Gradually growin' up, rollin' up a bag of the weed
Dope as fuck, hittin' em' up like Kimbo bitch
Swollen nuts hangin' down lower than a limbo stick
I get it crackin', get your windows fixed
So try to run, I'm a catch em' like we playin' sharks and minnows bitch
Ya'll can't see me like a blind mouse
I'm a bad boy just got off a time out
This is my house you'll get beat without a doubt
Cause ya'll are sittin' ducks, like Daffy on a couch
I get them punchlines know what I'm a fuckin' bout
Haters need to get them selves some scissors bitch, cut it out
I'm a fuckin' grouch, no Oscar
Music runnin' in my veins, learned it from my father
Ho don't even bother, I'm back to chokin' ya
That's why they scared of Web like Arachnophobia
Haha, bitch
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