[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Stay chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fried
Like a clam strip, all day get high
Neverending Story, Falcor stay fly
Mom's a math teacher, so I gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I’m tryna get by, double U E double B follow with a Y
Motha fucka that’s me and I be so cool
To be on my level your gonna need a step stool
Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules
Breakin' every law until they kick me out of school
So amped up, you think I’m chuggin jet fuel
Chasin' a bottle of moon shine with an O'Doules
Since O'Doyle rules, let me pull a Billy Madison
And have em slippin' on banana peels if they challenge him
I"m bafflin' any competitor with what I'm rappin' and
The futures lookin' bright I think I’m starin' at a halogen
Born in '88, I got it tatted on my abdomen
Product of the 90s, everyday practicin'
Then it started happenin, turned into a beast
Full bred pit with a little Maltese
Woof, slaughter any track I see
Youve now been warned, you’d better hide your beats
[Chorus]
I'ma never give a fuck about you
I’m just doing what I do
Murder any beat I put my mind too
Thought you knew that’s what I do
Rappin on the mike till my face turns blue
Through and through that’s what I do
That’s what I do
Stay chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fried
Like a clam strip, all day get high
Neverending Story, Falcor stay fly
Mom's a math teacher, so I gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I’m tryna get by, double U E double B follow with a Y
Motha fucka that’s me and I be so cool
To be on my level your gonna need a step stool
Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules
Breakin' every law until they kick me out of school
So amped up, you think I’m chuggin jet fuel
Chasin' a bottle of moon shine with an O'Doules
Since O'Doyle rules, let me pull a Billy Madison
And have em slippin' on banana peels if they challenge him
I"m bafflin' any competitor with what I'm rappin' and
The futures lookin' bright I think I’m starin' at a halogen
Born in '88, I got it tatted on my abdomen
Product of the 90s, everyday practicin'
Then it started happenin, turned into a beast
Full bred pit with a little Maltese
Woof, slaughter any track I see
Youve now been warned, you’d better hide your beats
[Chorus]
I'ma never give a fuck about you
I’m just doing what I do
Murder any beat I put my mind too
Thought you knew that’s what I do
Rappin on the mike till my face turns blue
Through and through that’s what I do
That’s what I do
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