Chris Webby - Nucky Thompson (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, it's Chris Webby Man, I'm getting tired of all these motherf**ers talking sh** yo Like get with the program I'm nice, nahmean? Uh, I flip the script like I made a television writer trip off the roof Have him somersaulting until that b**h hit I'm the sh**, need a clothespin to not smell this Plug both nostrils and you'll still get a whiff Yo it's Chris, like the son of Peter Griff So shut your lips b**h, no one asked you to spit My dick yo it's something like a pogo stick Partially because of the size, so jump on this After one mixtape hit your Macbooks chip Download, save as, pause, double click Aw f**ing sh**, I run this ship Like Magellan, no telling what I got up my trick I mean got up my sleeve, but I got a disease And you all know it already, it's that A.D.D Causing me to stumble my words Pediatricians still wondering if I will ever f**ing mature I'm that trick-or-treating motherf**er knocking at your door Blacked out, trying to find myself the sloppiest of who*es Run around with a squirt gun, go rob a couple stores Get arrested by the same cop that locked me up before Need a job, I can't afford to call in sick all day And still somehow end up with a good week's pay But hey, someone bring a couple 8 balls of yay And I'll be up til 2012 to see the Earth's final day There's too many kid's that s** at rapping And they expect me not to turn around and bash em They like, "Yo, you heard about this dude Sam Adams?" And I just turn around and walk out the room laughing This just comes too easy to me, dear Don't think I'm accomplished? Come see me in a year And now these blogs hate on that b**h you'll see me on two girls one cup before fresh new tracks Can't you see I'm dead nice? So f** you, I'll ruin all the credibility of your website Barstool tool, El Pres talks a lot of sh** online But in person I'll see what he says Cause really I just don't care That's why all these other new rappers just won't dare To start beef, cause I'm Bill the Butcher with that Look at the facts before I put my foot in your a** I'm rambling more, so b**h understand that it's war And I was built for conflict, rap's Randy Couture From CT to the West Coast They know I'm sicker than an AIDS patient with dystentery and strep throat The best quotes you ever heard in your life Al Bundy to a track, let me murder the mic Spitting on a beat's my only purpose in life So if you're stepping in my way you'll get murdered tonight I got a handle of Georgie and a bottle of Sprite Three Vics and an attitude looking for a fight Of these new white boys Webby is the best to rap And if you don't think so, motherf**er get your head detached Cause if I really cared for your opinion I'd make AutoTune club hits instead of spitting (banger!) I need to get my a** back to drug counseling Before I relapse and roll another ounce again But count me in, I'm ready coach This JV sh** isn't fitting Webby, coach Cause I am varsity material I am a k**er, every part of me is serial And I'm copping sour by the pound Brain quicker than a pitch from Kenny Powers on the mound And yes I end careers, no doubt So think it out if you choose to put my name in your mouth, b**h! [Outro] I'm the Nucky Thompson of this white boy rap sh** You wanna see how I do business? Show your face in Connecticut again Ha, b**h a** motherf**ers Gonna talk sh** about me on a blog like you know what's good? You're a f**ing music blog, post music No one gives a f** about your opinion And Sammy, sorry about that It's not that I don't like you, really It's just that I don't respect you Shout to my ninjas, cowabunga b**hes! Ha, and I'm out. Let's go!