No Regrets Chris Webby
"No Regrets" by Chris Webby, released in 2017, is a #HipHop track that reflects on living life without looking back. The lyrics convey themes of resilience, self-acceptance, and embracing one's journey despite challenges. Musically, it features introspective beats and catchy hooks, resonating with listeners seeking motivation and authenticity.
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real
Fucked up, I don't even know how sober feels
Smother Asher Paul Roth with a fabric wash cloth
That I previously used to wash my ass and balls off
I'm just a dope rapper, in class chasin' a math teacher
With a protractor then copy the notes after
So hot you'll think that I freakin' sleep on a burner
Want beef? I'll force feed a vegan a burger
Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder
So A.D.H.D., that I need at least a Concerta
It's Chris Webby, brain dead but still deadly
My shit's heavy, pop pills and twist heddies
So kick and slap me bitch, I'll take it like a masochist
Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rappin' with
Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a ho, slap a bitch
Then leave the room laughin' after it
Like what !
[Hook:]
For myself, I have no regrets
Time has taking what it soon forgets
Again there's paradise, in short venue
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly
A serial killer takin' blades to Rice Krispies
An Arabic terrorist in America
If you wanna get at this, I'm triple dog darin' ya
I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey
Ren and Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, bitch you best salute me
I'mma loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soakin' dudes deuce
I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues
I'mma mothafuckin' monster man
Get it poppin' like the guns playin' Contra man
Contraband, stuck in my pipe so let me light it
Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it
Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin
(Skurr!) burnin' rubber til I ride on rims
Brim to the side, got a sack to spark
I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park
Like what
I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real
Fucked up, I don't even know how sober feels
Smother Asher Paul Roth with a fabric wash cloth
That I previously used to wash my ass and balls off
I'm just a dope rapper, in class chasin' a math teacher
With a protractor then copy the notes after
So hot you'll think that I freakin' sleep on a burner
Want beef? I'll force feed a vegan a burger
Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder
So A.D.H.D., that I need at least a Concerta
It's Chris Webby, brain dead but still deadly
My shit's heavy, pop pills and twist heddies
So kick and slap me bitch, I'll take it like a masochist
Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rappin' with
Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a ho, slap a bitch
Then leave the room laughin' after it
Like what !
[Hook:]
For myself, I have no regrets
Time has taking what it soon forgets
Again there's paradise, in short venue
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly
A serial killer takin' blades to Rice Krispies
An Arabic terrorist in America
If you wanna get at this, I'm triple dog darin' ya
I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey
Ren and Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, bitch you best salute me
I'mma loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soakin' dudes deuce
I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues
I'mma mothafuckin' monster man
Get it poppin' like the guns playin' Contra man
Contraband, stuck in my pipe so let me light it
Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it
Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin
(Skurr!) burnin' rubber til I ride on rims
Brim to the side, got a sack to spark
I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park
Like what
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