Chris Webby - Webster's Laboratory lyrics

[Intro] Welcome, welcome! I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory I'll be your host for the evening Chris Webby if you didn't already know Step right in, let me show you around real quick Heh, let's cook some sh** up Yeah! [Verse 1] It's that verbal visionary, criminally literary Spit it clever, b**h it's Webster You could check me on the dictionary Under author credits I'm the author, get it? Mind sharper than a cutla** that I'll saw your head with So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice Shaved his f**ing comb-over off his head and made my exit They can't see me, cause me see dyslexic Cooking acid tabs into my omelet during breakfast Three moves in Tetris? Nah, but I got a triple stack I'm talking E pills 'til I can't remember jack, sh** Rolling with aliens like Men in Black Repping for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that I'm a dirty dog, down to f** your lady raw Roll a J of Sour D, get twisted like a crazy straw I'm a motherf**ing beast off the leash Until the obituary say that Webby is deceased k**in' beats, call a priest They can't censor me, cause if they try, the whole f**ing song'll be a bleep I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco Balling on these b**hes with better stats than Rondo Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco Running people over like it's Grand Theft Auto CT to Cabo, I'm k**ing them with hot flow Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy [Interlude] So you see, here in Webby's lab I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples Some industry beats All cooked together with a nice topping of dope lyrics Oh yeah and it's free, courtesy of Datpiff And myself of course The album is coming soon, so buy that But until then, enjoy [Verse 2] Yeah! It's that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian I'm not in it for the fame and the money, but sh** I'll take 'em I've been waiting here patiently while others got big Now I'm like "Pick me coach, I'll slaughter these kids!" I'm so hungry you can hear my f**ing stomach through my ribs Calling dibs on a title, let me show them what it is I'm wrecking tracks, doing shows, and getting cash, huh I'm triple x, way too big for any freshman cla** It's in my repertoire, every single bar is hard Spitting fire like I'm the human version of Charizard A Super Smash Brother, make that money stack brother Stick my dick in instrumentals 'til I'm on my last rubber Motherf**er, what? Long as I can bust a nut All over a track and then I'm bouncing with a couple s*uts Not to be derogatory, but you need to drop it shorty Take them panties off, I'm in that a** like a suppository Pop a 40 and chug Until I'm puking all over the rug Never sober, rolling the bud Master of the multi-syllable raps No one's iller in fact With a precision Reggie Miller would back, huh I'm just a Looney Toon, way more rude than you And if you don't like what I'm doing, sue me dude I haven't ever and I'll never give an f-word Cooking sh** up in the lab like Dexter [Outro] So boys and girls 6 mixtapes deep and I still haven't lost my touch as you can see You know, I just really want to say thank you To everyone that's supported me thus far I feel like it's really time to take this sh** over Ninja Swag, b**hes! So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory And have a lovely f**ing day, yeah!