[Verse 1]
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Yeah! I'm Back! Uhh!
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I'm the Hip-Hop antichrist, they'll regret it if they hand me mics
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Jack The Ripper, hunting bitches down by candle light
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Change of the stanza the nice, brandish a knife
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I'm what's crackin' like I'm Titan in ya hand in a vice
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Huh! My flow nasty, get a Tampax
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So many bars you'll be thinking I'm flippin' Xanax
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fuck catering the bitches when I spit yo'
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Go and listen to Drizzy you dumb bimbo
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This is real rappin' Webby flow it with a passion
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Get these letters in my brain and cause a chemical reaction
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Droppin' vowels and consonants, powerfully rockin' it
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With enough force to level a continent
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What I'm dropping is the right way, I got em' guessing what I might say
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Go bananas like Johnny Drama and Andrew Dice Clay
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Since the 9th grade Webby's been a psychopath
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Headphones on in detention when I was writing raps
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Queue the lightning crash, queue the smoke machines
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A fact that you should fear, even Joe Rogan screams
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Dopamine and adrenaline till' I'm hemorrhaging
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The fuckin' villain is back in this bitch you better remember him
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[Hook]
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Say good bye to the bad guy
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No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
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I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
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They know to run when they see me, I'm the motherfucka' hunting your dreams
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I'm the motherfuckin' bad guy
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No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
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I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
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They no to run when they see me, I'm they motherfucka' hunting your dreams
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah! Yeah!
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You can catch me where the wild things be at
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Hit em' so quick they can't even react, even an Atheist would believe that
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fuck shootin' guns, I fire cannon balls
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With a physical strength of a Neanderthal
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Roar! I'm a Tyrannosaurus Rex
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Start by beating up the verses and I'll slam the chorus next
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Gotta stand-a for success and for me it's being the best
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The games like a bench presser let me get it off my chest, I'm a vet
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But I ain't checking on the healthiness of any K-9s
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I'm giving you the news bitch, NBC dateline
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Hear me through the grapevine, murdering tracks
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Leave you laying in the bed where they do surgeries at
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I been the hottest dude under the sun
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Beating me? You got a better chance fucking a nun
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fuck it I'm done, got my competition on the run
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Won't be happy till I'm number one, deadly with the tongue
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Rap bandito doing coke by the kilo
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The mad super villain is back... Magneto
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So bow down to me or get eaten like sushi
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So fuck you and have a great day... yours truly
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[Hook]
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Say good bye to the bad guy
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No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
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I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
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They know to run when they see me, I'm the motherfucka' hunting your dreams
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I'm the motherfuckin' bad guy
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No fuckin' around, don't gotta ask why
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I'll be here until they bury me and that's why
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They no to run when they see me, I'm they motherfucka' hunting your dreams.
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Bad Guy
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| Chris Webby |
