Chris Webby - Right From Wrong lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, Webby

See I'm trying to get drunk as fuck tonight, man

You see I'm beck here to rip another throwback jam

They're like damn, I don't know how Webby go that ham

Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan

Skin covered in cartoons, but I'm a grown ass man

I don't care about your name, when I'm steppin' to you

All I'm thinkin' about is that we got some f'ing to do

Sippin' on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do

Cause I got loose screws in my head and it's true

I need my medication [?] I'm doing this shit

Start howlin' at the moon at a lunar eclipse

Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit

And choke the fuck out of a bee until I'm losing my grip

Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her tits

And beat it outside baby she'll be bruisin' a bit

Whip it out so you all could get a view of my dick

Because I never gave a fuck and now I'm proving it bitch

Hey, and this is my favorite song

Sing along when the DJ throws it on

We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong

Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong

Hey, and this is my favorite song

Sing along when the DJ throws it on

We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong

Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong

Holy Moly, Webby's here

Hit a house party, drink every beer

I'm just tryna find a girl real sexy here

And if you're not DTF hit the exit dear, ha

I just say what I say, I'm drunk as hell, fuck it

I'll leave and take a grenade

Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day

As long as I'm drunk, you're never gonna hear me complain

Hey, hey, I'm the last Beastie Boy

With my dick in a girl's mouth like a squeaky toy

In a pitbull's grill, rip shit still

Holdin' my brain from all of the E pills

I'm a motherfucking crazy dude

Eatin' baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy tool

First place in a race, I'm a cross that line

So lock me up doc, cause I've lost my mind

And this is my favorite song

Sing along when the DJ throws it on

We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong

Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong

Hey, and this is my favorite song

Sing along when the DJ throws it on

We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong

Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong

See Webby comes back with a horse plate

A liability, at least that's what the courts say

In a bedroom, get too rough

Take a bite out of a bitch looking for True Blood

Ha, I do it like no other

Condom in my pocket, still do it with no rubber

Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder

And got 'em running back to me quicker than Road Runner

And I get 'em in the sack tonight

Beat it up, I don't care if they be black or white

A tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right

Make it hot, I don't even need a match to strike

Ha, nobody could stop the bees

With a tongue as slick when I rock the beat

Sweepin' all your girlfriends off they feet

And I don't even give a fuck if they got stampede, ha

And this is my favorite song

Sing along when the DJ throws it on

We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong

Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong

Hey, and this is my favorite song

Sing along when the DJ throws it on

We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong

Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong

Damn, I'm drunk man, fuck

Couple forties deep and shit

Webby's Lab, as always you know

Cooking up that crack pot

Ha, shouts to Obie

Aight man, I'm fuckin' outta here dude