Chris Webby - No Regrets lyrics

[Verse 1:] I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real f**ed up, I don't even know how sober feels Smother rash, a Paul Wall with a fabric wash cloth That I previously used to wipe my a** and balls off I'm just a dope rapper in cla** chasing a math teacher With a protractor and copy the notes after So hot you think I freakin' sleep on a burner Warm beef, I force feed a vegan a burger Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder So A.D.H.D, that at least I need a concerta It's Chris Webby, brain-dead but still deadly My sh**'s heavy, pop pills and twist headies So kick and slap me b**h, I take it like a masochist Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rapppin' with 'Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a hoe, slap a b**h Then leave the room laughing after it like what [Chorus:] For myself, I have no regrets Time has taken what it soon forgets A gambler's paradise in short vignettes [Verse 2:] I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly A serial k**er taking blades to rice krispies An Arabic terrorist in America, if you wanna get at this (WOOF!) I'm triple dog daring, yah I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey, Ren And Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, b**h you best salute me I'm a loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soaking dudes deuce I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues I'm a motherf**in' monster, man Get it poppin' like the guns playing Contra, man Contraband, stuck in my pipes and let me light it Got a dark pa**enger like Dexter, why fight it Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin (Skurr!) Burning rubber 'til I ride on rims Rims on the side, got a sack to spark I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jura**ic Park Like what [Chorus:] I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing No way of knowing what tomorrow brings I leave my solitude upon his wings [Verse 3:] My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's I'm young too, sh**, I've been rappin' since three Since the youngest Jonas Brother was in his mother's uterus And Miley Cyrus in diapers, b**h I ain't new to this I'm what you get when you mix alcohol with nicotine Aderall, Ecstasy, marijuana and creatine Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in Then you got me, mind clinically dumb and I can count my brain cells with one hand But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look b**h, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus I'm that villain out the comic book creepin' Crawling out the flames like a demon, breathin' Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me I'm a mix of Buffalo Bill with Bundy, trust me [Chorus:] A poet's pleasure is to hear in time The painter pictures what he's left behind I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind