Chris Webby - Fer Sher lyrics

Say that's fer sher And that's fer sher. That's fer sher, That's fer sher. I'm a beast. (That's fer sher) k** a beat. (That's fer sher) Spittin' heat, 'Cause you know I play for keeps. (That's fer sher) Rap nice, (That's fer sher) Plus I'm white, (That's fer sher) Just give me the mic I'm a k** it, Damn right. (That's fer sher) I'm a punch line protege. Dope? Yo, I gotta be. Spit it and flip it And get 'em jumpin' like a wallaby. But I ain't no Rocko's Modern Life, Still these kids are watching me. Sicker than pathology, I'll vomit on you Probably. Keep rhythm like Tommy Lee. Now tell me, Who's stopping me? So everybody stand up, Get them hands up like a robbery. I'm a hot commodity, Bangin' b**hes condom free, Chuggin' bottles till I'm more f**ed up Than the economy. Mic check, One two, One two, Three four five six seven eight nine, I generate rhymes I don't live in state lines. Spit so sharp I can penetrate spines. I rap fer sher, With a bag of the herb. Yes sir, Observing Actual words And I rap from the curb To my pad in the burbs. I'm a bull moving up from the back of the herd. I'm a beast. (That's fer sher) k** a beat. (That's fer sher) Spittin' heat, 'Cause you know I play for keeps. (That's fer sher) Rap nice, (That's fer sher) Plus I'm white, (That's fer sher) Just give me the mic I'm a k** it, Damn right. (That's fer sher) Said that's fer sher, When I come and show up right at your door, Smack your jaw, Got you drinkin' dinner through a plastic straw. Rap it raw, Speaking hard. Caption, just put me in charge. I'm a treat 'em like astronomers They'll be seeing stars. A rap flower, Take your chick and bend her back over. 'Cause I hit more p**y Than abusive cat owners. Never catch my a** sober, I'm always pa**ed out And yeah your girl's a dime, Well mine's a half ounce. I hit a track, Bounce, Rip it when I speak slow. I'm just a wild boy, You could call me Steve-O With a mean flow, Rockin' my jeans low, Reppin' the burbs To the fullest That's where I be, bro. 'Cause I'm a dog, I shop at Petco, See? I'm just a greasy a** white boy, S-O-B. Hot comerda Rock n' roll To a techno beat With a weed sack Stickier than a gecko's feet. Gee, Girlies can't help themselves Lookin' at the kid, 'Cause I'm so damn hot They gotta put my in the fridge. You heard, That's my word, Chris Webby be the illest mother f**er in the burbs And yes That is fer sher. I'm a beast. (That's fer sher) k** a beat. (That's fer sher) Spittin' heat, 'Cause you know I play for keeps. (That's fer sher) Rap nice, (That's fer sher) Plus I'm white, (That's fer sher) Just give me the mic I'm a k** it, Damn right. (That's fer sher) Yeah, It's Chris Webby, And that's fer sher...