[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah, this is for all you shit talkin’ muthafuckas out there
Runnin’ your lip and shit
Cause if you push somebody to that limit
You push that wrong button, you feel me?
Dude bound to just turn around and fuckin’ injure you
Ya know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You’ll get injured, grab around your neck with my hands
And choke out every fuckin’ last breath if I can
God damn, I’m usually mad stoned and friendly
But like anybody there are many sides to Webby
I don’t need a pistol, I’m leavin’ you knocked out
Show up at your mom’s house like, “Bitch whatchu want now?”
My sanity can’t be found, try to step hither
I’ll stab you in the liver with a pair of blunt scissors
Run up with a switch blade, flipped out displayin’
And slit my own throat first to show you I ain’t playin’
With a few beers in me I’m a rowdy muthafucka
So keep talkin’, I love it when you doubt me muthafuka
Cause when I feel aggression I just grab the closest weapon
And beat him in the skull with it until I make his head spin
Couldn’t matter less my skin color or complexion
I’m a nutcase for fuck sake so quit steppin’
You’ll get injured, and that’s just me bein’ truthful
I’m brutal, beat you to death with a pool noodle
You fuckin’ toy poodles can’t step to the fight
Leavin’ him drinkin’ every meal for the rest of his life
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