Chris Webby

Chris Webby - Bad Guy lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1]

I'm the Hip-Hop antichrist, they'll regret it if they hand me mics

Jack The Ripper, huntin' bitches down by candle light

Changing the standard and nice, brandish a knife

I'm what's crackin' like I'm tightenin' ya hand in a vice

Huh! My flow nasty, get a Tampax

So many bars you would think I was flippin' Xanax

Fuck caterin' the bitches when I spit yo

Go and listen to Drizzy you dumb bimbo

This is real rappin' Webby flow it with a passion

Get these letters in my brain and cause a chemical reaction

Droppin' vowels and consonants, powerfully rockin' it

With enough force to level a continent

What I'm droppin' is the right way, I got em' guessin' what I might say

Go bananas like Johnny Drama and Andrew Dice Clay

Since the 9th grade Webby's been a psychopath

Headphones on in detention when I was writin' raps

Queue the lightnin' crash, queue the smoke machines

A factor you should fear, even Joe Rogan screams

Dopamine and adrenaline till' I'm hemorrhagin'

The fuckin' villain's back in this bitch, you better remember him

[Hook]

Say good night to the bad guy

No fuckin' around, don't got to ask why

I'll be here until they bury me and thats why

They know to run when they see me

I'm the motherfucka haunting your dreams

I'm the motherfuckin' bad guy

No fuckin' around, don't got to ask why

I'll be here until they bury me and thats why

They no to run when they see me

I'm they motherfucka haunting your dreams

[Verse 2]

You can catch me where the wild things be at

Hit em' so quick they can't react, even an Atheist would believe that

Fuck shootin' guns, I fire cannon balls

With the physical strength of a Neanderthal

Roar! I'm a Tyrannosaurus Rex

Start by beatin' up the verses and I'll slam the chorus next

Got a standard for success and for me it's bein' the best

The games like a bench presser, let me get it off my chest

I'm a vet, but I ain't checkin' on the healthiness of any K-9s

I'm giving you the news bitch, NBC dateline

Hear me through the grapevine, murderin' tracks

Leave you layin' in the bed where they do surgeries at

I been the hottest dude under the sun

Beatin' me? You got a better chance fuckin' a nun

Fuck it I'm done, got my competition on the run

Won't be happy till' I'm number one, deadly with the tongue

Rap bandito doing' coke by the kilo

The mad super villain is back, Magneto

So bow down to me or get eaten like sushi

So fuck you and have a great day, Yours truly

[Hook]

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