[Intro Chris Webby] Ha, yeah, its Chris Webby Danimal Lector in the mofucking building You know, Connecticut, ha Websters lab, bitch, lets go, yeah [Verse 1 Chris Webby] You now have entered Webbys world, welcome to my habitat Living like a Jason Statham movie, always action packed Killin competitors, cause seein me lose a battle rap Just dont happen these days like seein a Pterodactyl hatch So give me beats and Ill be runnin to the lab with that Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack Show up with a bunch of goons, you aint never matchin that Roll so fuckin deep, we know where to get Krabby Patties at Deeper than the ocean floor, U571 Larry the cable guy, cause you know Im bout to get her done Pushin all your buttons, you would think I had an extra thumb Chug a fifth of moonshine, chase it with some Ketel One Spit nice with raps to rip mics Carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice Ill keep strivin for the title until I win right This is what happens when you feed Gizmo after midnight A fuckin Gremlin, aint nobody stoppin that Cleats on my feet and Im a play em like a soccer match Slaughter all these copycats, you could never follow that Ground control to major Tom Im crazy do you roger that? [Verse 2 D. Lector] Eenie meenie miney mo, my weenie in your hiney hole Hidey ho neighbor as I light the dro, psycho flow I can go from high to low, low to high man I dont know Too hot to touch, too cold to hold and right now Im at 5 below On the surface my minds berserk, and Im like give me a perc and a Vic With the verse I write, each word is precise Verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife For certain its curtains, Im the best youve heard in your life Bourbon and Sprite, cause in the burbs we light the herb every night Curlin the mic, just warmin up, so quit your queefin, its girly Im eatin 30, geeze its early, walkin all weekend like Bernie I used to be weak and nerdy, now Im Diesel like the type of fuel Highway to hell, they didnt teach me this in drivin school You giant tool, Im hittin the track like Ricky Bobby Listen mommy, if, if you with a pretty body, then shit Ill probably Take brain, cause the kids a zombie, never did karate But its Danielsan, all Im missin is Mr. Miyagi Im fuckin crazy, smellin like a skunk with rabies Punchin babies, humpin ladies, blame my mother cause she made me Im a product of the 80s, high as a kite, high on life This rap shit is like ridin a bike [Verse 3 Chris Webby] Im Mr. Starship Trooper puttin weed up in the hooka Hittin on my friends moms, tryna take me home a cougar In your dreams like Freddy Krueger with the lyrical maneuvers YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer I just live Hakuna Matata Im kickin it with Pumba lightin Buddha Stayin flyer than you losers, Stella Luna Im a dude who got some confidence, scratch that, cockiness Syllable after syllable out of my esophagus You dont gotta roger that, but baby Im a roger this Mothafuckin party boy, call me Chris Pontius Bitch Im just a jackass, higher than a rocketship Your chick reverse cowboys the only one on top of this She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it Well, bitch youre sippin greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it The way you givin brain youll never get yourself a scholarship In fact, at this point your fuckin heads probably hollow bitch Im fuckin nice so all you haters should acknowledge it Either way, who gives a fuck? Im makin me a profit bitch I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that Im the best in the burbs bitch, and you can roger that
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