[Intro]
Oo yeah, this some super villain sh**
I like it
Yo, it's C Webby
[Verse]
These people rate my music triple X
With all the X I rap about, and add the fact I'm getting all your b**hes wet
You wanna come at the best, then bring a bigger bed
Cause I'm a rottweiler dawg, you a Giga Pet
I bag O's like General Mills
Now I'm on a paper chase for those federal bills
But you know it's Chris Webby, you could listen what I'm speaking
I got paper in my pocket, the sh** to roll my weed in
You know I get it popping, I'm dropping, I stay nice
When I'm rocking on the mic, and yeah f** it, I am white
But I got a lot of weed and we 'bout to give it a light, mon
Chilling here with mics on, blowing up like pipe bombs
That's just how I'm going, i'm coming for the throne
So f** it I'm home, rapping with Muggsy Malone
We back in the booth, and yo they can't see me
It's CT, and on the mic i'm a Web MD
I'm like a surgeon, I'm that dude on Google that you be searching
And no one ever messing, cause you know that I be hurting
Any motherf**er stepping it, you'll be resting b**h
In peace that is, yeah I'm coming out Connecticut
You know I'm coming through, you f** with me you getting slaughtered
I'm a genius, why the f** you think I'm drinking Smart Water?
I be going in and rapping the sh**
No one could say that I'm not off of the top when I come through chilling with Sway
I be going, and they think it's again like Doomsday
Cause I go in off the top and like hey
You know I'm coming through and doing that sh** when I be dropping nice
Eyes bugging out of they head like Rocko's Modern Life, I go in
And add some Nickelodeon, I'm flowing and nobody controlling him
You know I got the sodium, a lot of salt up on my french fries
Don't test guys, I'll knock you down as easy as I swat flies
I'm coming in, I got the six piece up there at Popeye's
And swap spit with your f**ing b**h on my dick when I be coming ridiculous
No one be coming and I'm wrapping sh** up just like a Christmas gift
It just be coming, you know I'm coming through
And no one ever f**ing with me, it's Chris W
I'm from the burbs, they like "Yo, he ain't from the hood so he ain't spitting sh**"
Well if that's your f**ing theory that's ridiculous
Because I'm nice, and you know that I be rhyming cool
And yes I did go to motherf**ing private school
I know a lot, yeah I had a f**ing scholarship
And yeah I had your mother too, and she hollered quick
And then I made her spit, but she swallowed it
No one ever stopping, beating me is just preposterous, dawg
I'm coming new, you know that I'm writing
Coming with lightning like this is f**ing Clash of the Titans
I'm f**ing ill, when I be flowing no one ever be holding me
You know nobody dope as me, repping 2-0-3
That's just where I'm coming from, and I'm stunting son
Hands around your b**h like a cummerbund
You know I'm going in, that's just how I'm rapping
Beating me don't happen, I'm the next Eric Clapton
With the sh** I spit with pa**ion, ripping them apart
Like Apocalypto I'll be standing at the top of your heart, b**h