Chris Webby - Injure You lyrics

Yeah, This is for all you sh** talking mother f**ers out there. When are you living sh**? 'Cause if you push somebody to that limit, Push that wrong bu*ton, You feelin' me? Dude's bound to just turn around and... Psh, f**ing injure you, Know what I mean? You'll get injured, Grab around your neck With my hands And choke out every f**ing last breath if I can. God damn, I'm usually mad stoned and friendly, But like anybody, There are many sides to Webby. I don't need a pistol, I'm leaving you knocked out. Show up at your mom's house Like b**h, whatchu want now? My sanity can't be found, Try to step hither, I'll stab you in the liver With a pair of blunt scissors. Run off with a switch blade, Flipped out, displayin'. And slit my own throat first, To show you I ain't playin'. WIth a few beers in me, I'm a rowdy mother f**er. So keep talking, I love it when you doubt me Mother f**er. 'Cause when I feel aggression, I just grab the closest weapon And beat 'em in the skull with it Until I make his head spin. Couldn't matter less, My skin color or complexion, I'm a nut case for f**s sake So quit steppin'. You'll get injured, And that's just be being truthful. I'm brutal, Beat you to d**h with a pool noodle. Your f**ing toy poodle Can't step to the bite. Leaving him drinking every meal For the rest of his life. b**h. You'll get injured, And I ain't playing around. One punch make that a** lay on the ground. If you didn't know before, Then I'm sayin' it now. Yes, I'm sayin' it now. That you're gonna get injured. And I ain't f**ing with you. You can't touch me, Or anyone in my crew. You could just ask anybody, It's true. If I'm comin' for you, Then you're gonna get injured. Feelin' like I'm wanting to k**, Straight raging, My boys are like Knowledge is chill. But on the real My pockets are filled With pot and some pills. Ready to leave a mother f**er With some hospital bills. I'm not stopping until I see you dropping And spill. If the bleeding don't k** you, Lack of oxygen will. I'm a doctor, Not like Phil, But more like Kevorkian. Get over here, I'm bout to finish up my scorpion. Stick my fingers in between your rib cage, Force 'em in. It's straight open, You'll walk like an accordion. I ain't trying to pretend that I'm the hardest, But honest, I'm a beast talkin' Just garbage. I'm lightweight, I'm a lean 215, Routhless, Ready to leave a tooth Or two missing. I'll put the heat in your mouth Like a Hooters wing And dunk shot At the shot Like playing hoops with Kareem. I'm blowing this king, Procede cautious, I eat [?], CT's mine, Tell [?] office. Try to cross me, Arrestin' P Son that [?]. Body full of low metal, The kanye [?]. You'll get injured, And I ain't playing around. One punch make that a** lay on the ground. If you didn't know before, Then I'm sayin' it now. Yes, I'm sayin' it now. That you're gonna get injured. And I ain't f**ing with you. You can't touch me, Or anyone in my crew. You could just ask anybody, It's true. If I'm comin' for you, Then you're gonna get injured. (You'll get injured) [x4]