Mother fuckers, I hate you and all you fucking assholes
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So fucking pissed off right now
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Yeah yeah temper, temper, calm down Webby
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Some of these website gon' post me cause I rap for the burbs,
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Without even spinning my record or inspecting my words.
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But while these bloggers underestimate my level of skill,
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I'm a shove this shit in their faces when I settle a deal
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No fuck that, I'll shove it in their faces now
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Cause I'm unsigned making a couple thous for rapping in front of crowds.
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But because where I'm from these dudes don't take me serious
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And make assessments and seconds before they here me spit.
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Can you tell I'm pissed, well spectacular,
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Webby's a cold blooded prick, a young Dracula.
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To shatter your clavicle bone, tie you up and drag you
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From the back of an Acura and then set you up in the passenger seat.
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Belt buckle you in and then poor gas all over your squirming body,
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Drop a Zippo on your lap, cock my head back laughing maniacally, take that bitch.
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Throw a match in the gas tank, blow you to fragments.
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Come back with a dust pan and sweep up all your ashes
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And sprinkle em on the toilet paper I wipe my ass with.
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I got the craziest rap tactics, smoking crack till I black out
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And wreak havoc on women and children are like elderly too.
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Anybody who's not a subscriber to my YouTube go get it,
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So if you don't like what I do, suck my mothafuckin' dick until your face turns blue.
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[Chorus:]
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They like temper, temper calm down Webby
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Take it down a notch, the world's not ready
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Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
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They just mad of what you're destined to do
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They like temper, temper calm down Webby
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Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
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They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
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Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
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I know my attitude can get pissy ever so often,
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But there's so many dudes in this world that's pissing me off.
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And I should shut my mouth, just smile back and keep on walking.
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But I've kept my temper cool to the point it's causing exhaustion.
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My dude Apathy told me to relax and just spit these bars
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And ignore all these fuckin' faggots who diss me,
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Who use my name in the hopes that I lose my cool and diss back
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And they'll get buzzed by me putting the name in the track.
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So I zip it and continue on my promising path, making cash
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So while they're running their mouth, I just gotta laugh,
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Sit back, cop some dope from a groupie and just relax.
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Even though deep in my soul I wanna go get me a axe,
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Run up on their doorstep lookin' like a lumberjack,
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Swing and slash till you couldn't I.D. the dude I attacked.
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But shit I've been to jail once and I'm not tryin' to go back,
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So I let it simmer in my brain until my skull cracks.
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Say to myself, temper temper Webby turn it down a notch,
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Then the devil on my shoulder says to go walk down the block,
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Find a shit talker, drag him to the highest mountain top,
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Give him a parachute with a hole in it,
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Throw him down and watch him hit the ground,
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Splatter all over the fuckin' pavement,
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Stand over what's left of him yelling "now say shit".
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I know I'm a deranged headcase, but it's my temper,
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I need anger management to help contain me like.
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[Chorus:]
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They like temper, temper calm down Webby
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Take it down a notch, sure the world's not ready
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Let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you
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They just mad of what you're destined to do
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They like temper, temper calm down Webby
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Take a chill pill man, the world's not ready
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They mad at you for doin' everything that you do
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Piss me off and I will hate to be you.
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You mother fuckers,
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I'll fuckin, I'll kick you in the god damn shins and make you run a lap.
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Fuckin' scrape your taste buds out and feed you the best meal you ever had,
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You won't be even able to taste it.
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I'll uhh, scrape your eyes out and put on the Shawshank Redemption,
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It's a great movie and you're gonna miss it cause you're blind.
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Assholes.
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Temper, Temper
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