Chris Webby - No Regrets lyrics

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[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 conserver

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

Wren and Sippy, 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

[Hook:]

I feel alone when the Sparrow's sing

No way of knowing what tomorrow brings

I leave my solitude upon his wings

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's

I'm young too, but shit I've been rappin' since 3

Since the youngest Jonas Brother was still in his mother's uterus

And Miley Cyrus was in diapers, bitch I ain't new to this

I'm what you get when you mix alcohol and nicotine

Aderall, Ecstacy, Marijuana and Creatine

Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien

Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in

Then you got me, mind clinically dumb man

I can count my brain cells on one hand

But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look

Bitch, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus

I'm that villain out the comic book creepin'

Crawlin' out the flames like a demon, breathin'

Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me

A mix of Buffalo Bill and Bundy, trust me

[Hook:]

Though it's pleasure, is to hear in time

To paint a picture's what he's left behind

I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind