Yeah! Yeah!
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I be killin' 'em
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Ye ye, I'm killin' 'em
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Till my bank statement reads 27 million
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They said I couldn't do it so you know I gotta get it done
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Acrobatic rappin' the way that Webby be flippin' son
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Six mixtapes and the fans need more
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I hit the fork in the road and took a detour
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Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down
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Cuz I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4
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Blow minds when they heard the rap
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Hustle so many tapes you think I'm servin crack
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Make bass lines sizzle when I burn a track
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Only dude who made Datpiff's server crash
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Yo I'm nice better learn the facts
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Came a long fuckin' way not a chance I'll be turning back
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Uh, so you know that I'ma rap check 'em
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When I put my fitted cap back like Ash Ketchum
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I beat 'em up grab an EMT
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Think you better then you must be takin' DMT
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Dream on mothafucka I am DMC
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Hard body flow cop my tape at GNC
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See,
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I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc
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Cuz I got more lines than a Stop & Shop
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On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot
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Of shit stealthy in the game like an ocelot
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Ha!
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Mortal Kombat logo tatted on my back
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So you know I'm gonna "Finish Him" from the moment I attack
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I'm a train passenger all I need is a track
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To be getting' where I'm goin' and when I do it's a wrap
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So step when I bust
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Get left in my dust
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I'm in it to the finish investin' my bucks
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The best and I just don't stop: an animal
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My manager found me up at Pet Supplies Plus
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Plus I be killin' 'em consecutively
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Without expending any energy effortlessly
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I got a bag full of trees, Chef Boyardee
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And a hometown throne in the 203
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Motherfuckas know
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They better tuck and roll
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Cuz I'm the Master and Commander of this shit
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They call me Russell Crowe
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I'll never love a ho
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So I'll wear a rubber bro
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If I have a kid I'll get disowned by my mother yo
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On another note nobody can step to me
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I think I may have told you already but with my memory
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It's hard to remember anything after all the ecstasy
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But still they can't touch me like I got a case of Leprosy
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I got 'em askin' questions like they playin' Jeopardy
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"A dope spittin' white boy?"
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Bzzzt
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"What is Chris Webby"
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See they take shit too serious, I'm here to add some levity
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Roll a J and take one to the head John Kennedy
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What I'm here to do is pretty fuckin' clear cut
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Even at 45 with a beer gut
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I'ma still get your chick wetter than a tear duct
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And make mixtapes that'll get your ear fucked
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Not in Taylor Gang,
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Not a Young Mula
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I'm in Webby's World
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I am the 1 Rula
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Nerf Gun Shoota
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With a dumb aim
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Leavin' Monica Lewinsky with a cum stain
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Untamed understand the flows
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I'm dope, but at this point the fans should know
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HBO flow with a Band of Bros
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And a chick with an ass fatter then Amber Rose
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Hehh!
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I throw 'em off like a star pitcher
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They can't follow the flow the way the bars hit cha
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I'm a bar spitta
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Shit
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Them beaten me is like seein' Mel Gibson at a Bar Mitzvah
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Yeah!
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I be killin' 'em
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Heh!
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I be killin' 'em
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Yeah!
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Hahaha
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Yeah!
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Webby's Lab
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Yessir
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Killin' Em
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| Chris Webby |
