[Evil Laughs]
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I'm a Super Villian where the fucks Kick ass?
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One kick to the chest will give em whiplash
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Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up
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Twist a Bamboo, cause bein sober sucks
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I'm the dopest young buck with this rap shit
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Crazy motha fucker in need of a strait jacket
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Rap it, grab the track and face bash it
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Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket
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Ha, cause you know I leave em hurt son
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On the Grassy Knoll. sniper rifle nerf gun
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You ain't ready for the crazy shit that Chris will pull
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Fuckin despicable, leavin every hater miserable
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Kicked back, so come on and distract
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I hit em so hard they can't help it but sit back
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I spit raps amazing
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They flip the fuck out like Liam Neeson
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When his daughter was kidnapped and taken
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[Chorus]
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I'm mentally insane
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On more cocaine than Rick James
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Chuggin doober while I be drivin and switch lanes
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This kids brains suffer psychosis
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Runnin into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roast clip
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The dope shit, that roll, and smoke shit
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Hotter then bein on the equator with a code zip
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Get your boat flipped
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I leave em capsized
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They smell the chronic in the air when I pass by
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I give em bad vibes
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But you know I flow butter
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DC, Boston the stone cold stoner
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I took a shovel out and I buried The Undertaker
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Drop the scissors and attack rocks with paper
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Lord Vader mixed with a little Darth Maul
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Pedal to the medal til the fuckin car stalls
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Adderall, Ritalin, LSD
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I'm meet you up in Webby's world
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Yo, Follow me!
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[Chorus]
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I always got one eye open like a coked up Cyclops
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No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops
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Kill a beat when I grab the mic, watch
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Connect more dots than a bag of dice got
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The Raps I drop get flipped like IHOP
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Throw more kicks the nukes I bought cause I rock
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Make time stop like the Prince of Persia
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Wanted in 47 states lyrical murder
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So believe the shit, I plead the fifth
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After a four speed of bulimic chicks Swedish fish
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I'm an evil prick
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With some diesel pits
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Slaughter any competition that I'm beefin' with
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Beatin Chris? Nah, not likely
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I whoop my own ass with a tire iron now come fight me
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Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin
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Givin Satan himself this free promotion
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeahhh
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Stranger
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Chris Webby |