Chris Webby - Webster Morgan lyrics

rate me

Givin adrenaline a rush

yo, it's Webby listen up

Italiano on the mic eatin spaghetti in a cup

when I bust, can't label it

crazy sick and I'm dangerous

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take a rip from the dutchie and pass it to the left

chiropracter on the beat, I get it crackin like ya neck

swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check

like Japan's nuclear reactors I'm a threat

to the entire nothern hemisphere

let ennim know that Webby's here

Chuggin belvedere then I follow it with some everclear

got em like "my god" them beatin me

that shit don't make sense like Hellen Keller with an iPod

top my fioso, drinkin a four loko

hit em with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo

born in ochenta y ocho, Han SOlo

always chasin pussy like a dog, call me todo

fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussy's in my team

just a poly and a silvio, kill it though

here we go, flowin it sick, bonin your chick

I'm the 23 year old Al Capone of this shit

holdin the chips, rollin up over a sip

even people on the needle aren't doper than this

they formerly know me as Chris, now I'm transformin

Hook:

Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan

not a blood splatter analysis just the type to strike fear

givin all these punk rappers paralysis

and they mad at this because I'm finally getting big

and I no longer need a dollar like I did

since I was a kid I knew I had a purpose on this planet

so I always played the hand I was dealt

..till I ran shit, all in with my damn chips

got em scared to ante up, they foldin like a pamphlet

SLicker then a slip n slide, leavin crowds mystified

janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside

this is why Webby be colossal with the flow

the next generation of sopranos with the flow

run shit, Lucky Lucciano with the flow

not takin a math test but I'ma problem and you know

I'ma pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonan rock it man

Labels fightin over me like Elien Gonzalez, fam

this is what I do, spit raps and blow trees

in the 203 with yo girl on both knees

so who you think you tryin kid

got the heart of a lion

rollin deeper than giant squid

DO it big shoot outs at high noon

beat killer, the fucking Ted Bundy of iTunes

when an instrumentals looking right I go and get the butcher knife

and cut it up until I need a hook to write

went from a 98 Altima and got a tinted black Camaro

always sippin bottles of Rum like Jack Sparrow

young Rob Denero, who charge like a pharoah

more deadly than Lego wasp with a loaded wuiver of arrows

bowsers back up in this bitch, the bad guy

so when I steal your princess you don't gotta ask why

I'ma beast and I show it through everything I'm recording

Hook:

Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan

not a blood splatter analysis just the type to strike fear

givin all these punk rappers paralysis

and they mad at this because I'm finally getting big

and I no longer need a dollar like I did

since I was a kid I knew I had a purpose on this planet

so I always played the hand I was dealt

..till I ran shit, all in with my damn chips

got em scared to ante up, they foldin like a pamphlet