Chris Webby - Best In The Burbs lyrics

I'm rollin' safe and sound Easy as a blaze a pound Put my middle fingers in the air And never take it down Writing raps for me is easy I just play around Hit em with these crazy adverbs and outrageous nouns And still no labels found me and f**in signed me yet And though I grow impatient I know my time is next I'm a big dog, y'all are tiny pets I'm an autobot, I got it tatted on my chest Optimus Primes my motherf**in bodyguard So I hit em with these you can never stop me bars I'm at the sake bar Gettin blacked out Till I wake up on the sidewalk pa**ed out The judge is tellin me this is my last chance So I gotta stay grinding like a lap dance Got b**hes bendin over like they got a back cramp Insert below the lower back tat, damn I'm why your girlfriend lacks pants, huh Steady, work her out like it's fat camp Uh, yo, somebody grab a trash can sh**, at least somewhere to ash man I gotta dutch lit, rappin with soul Leave you with a fat lip like you're packin some skoal Cause I do it for the Franklins I'm a blue whale and the games full of plankton I'm a vet, a top threat Known to rock sets Tear it the f** down for DJ Booth.net Yes I'm ballin truly so y'all should shoot me You can see me on that online call of duty Smack booty, I'm rude and intrusive, hardly lucid Hittin DJ Booth with that exclusive I need no excuses I spit that crack Play fetch with the disc jockey bring that sh** back They said Asher's the best in the burbs Well at least that's what they said And that's for one reason Cause they ain't heard Web I make a mean song, plus I kick it from the head Always buzzin off the ADD meds, HEMPSTEAD! To CT you know I make the best studda No Will Ferrel but you better step brudda Ha, that's why your girl's a** bare I hit it, and didn't pay for the cab fare Now relax there, don't get pissed off I'm the survivor on my island, and you been kicked off Think this kid's soft? R.O.F.L I got the look, got the swag, and a flow that sells My reputation so excels so just stop I do more then watch for s**, d**, and rock I'm silly and such, fillin a dutch Battlin dudes who simply s** Then go f** Hillary Duff Tryin to rap it with my dick in the bu*t And spit fire, so I'm sorry Lizzie McGuire See, I'm rappin past the throttle I'll crack a bottle So you better get the f**in picture like a graphic novel I got your little ba*tard boggled You couldn't f** with me even if we spittin at a brothel Cause I be k**in em like Hostile Murderous with words That's why they sayin Webby is the best up in the burbs