
Whatever I Like (2020) Chris Webby
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[Chorus]
I do whatever I like
They tell me I can't, then I'll put up a hell of a fight
Because I do whatever I like
Whatever I want, and we gon' have a hell of night
[Verse 1]
I'm a motherfuckin' headcase, so do not get in the way
I do what I like, so you should do whatever I say
My fanbase all organic, ain't no chemical spray
Just like the weed up in my paper, only medical grade
With these rap bars, Webby's like a son of Ragnar
Travel mad far 'til my vikings show up in your backyard
Battleaxe and bow and arrow
Hatchet cuttin' bone from marrow
Shotty got me lookin' like Donkey Kong when I hold the barrels
I'm on a road of peril but I am the peril though
There I go, where others wouldn't dare to go
Big bad wolf of the underground, blowin' down your place
Until I got each one of you little piggies up on a plate
In the form of pork chops, and I ain't talking Doug Funnie's pet
I'm sayin' I'ma eat you motherfuckers, better come correct
Catchin' bodies like a bounty hunter, call me Boba Fett
Makin' all you Baby Yodas sweat
Maybe that is why-
I do whatever I like
They tell me I can't, then I'll put up a hell of a fight
Because I do whatever I like
Whatever I want, and we gon' have a hell of night
[Verse 1]
I'm a motherfuckin' headcase, so do not get in the way
I do what I like, so you should do whatever I say
My fanbase all organic, ain't no chemical spray
Just like the weed up in my paper, only medical grade
With these rap bars, Webby's like a son of Ragnar
Travel mad far 'til my vikings show up in your backyard
Battleaxe and bow and arrow
Hatchet cuttin' bone from marrow
Shotty got me lookin' like Donkey Kong when I hold the barrels
I'm on a road of peril but I am the peril though
There I go, where others wouldn't dare to go
Big bad wolf of the underground, blowin' down your place
Until I got each one of you little piggies up on a plate
In the form of pork chops, and I ain't talking Doug Funnie's pet
I'm sayin' I'ma eat you motherfuckers, better come correct
Catchin' bodies like a bounty hunter, call me Boba Fett
Makin' all you Baby Yodas sweat
Maybe that is why-
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