CHRIS WEBBY – Webster’s Laboratory (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,
Ha, let’s cook some shit up
(Ehhhuh ehhhuh)

Yeah, yeah,
It’s that verbal visionary, criminally, literary,
Spit it clever bitch it’s Webster you can check me on the dictionary,
Under author credits, I’m the author get it?
Mind sharper then a cutlass that I’ll saw your head with,
So authentic Donald Trump’s is my apprentice,
Shave his fucking comb over off his head and made my exit,
They can’t see me cause me see dyslexic,
Cooking acid tabs in my omlette during breakfast,
Three moves in Tetris, nah, but I got a triple stack,
I’m talking E pills till I can’t remember jack,
Shit, rolling with aliens like men in black,
Reppin’ for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that,
I’m a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw,
Roll a j and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw,
I’m a motherfuckin beast off the leash
Until the obituaries say that Webby is deceased,
Killing beats call a priest, they can’t censor me, cause if they try,
The whole fucking song will be a bleep,
I’m a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco,
Rolling on these bitches or better stash to Rondo,
Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco,
Running people over like it’s Grand Theft Auto,
CT to Cabo, I’m killing them with hot flow,
Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy

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’s coming soon so buy that, but until then, enjoy this

Yeah, it’s that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian,
I’m not in it for the fame and the money but shit 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 fucking stomach through my ribs,
Call it dibs on the title let me show em what it is,
I’m wrecking tracks doing shows and getting cash, huh,
I’m Triple X way too big for any freshman class,
It’s in my repertoire, every single bar is hard,
Spittin’ fire like I’m the human version of Charizard,
Or super smash brother, make that money stack brother,
Stick my dick in instrumentals kill em on my last rubber,
Motherfucker what, long as I can bust a nut all over a track
And then I’m bouncin’ with a couple sluts,
Not to be derogatory but you need to drop it shorty,
Take em panties off I’m in that ass like a suppository,
Pop a 40 and chug until I’m puking all over the rug,
Never sober rollin’ a bud, master of the multi-syllable raps,
No one’s iller in fact with a precision Reggie Miller would bet, huh,
I’m just a Looney Tune way more rude than you,
And if you don’t like what I’m doing, sue me dude,
I have an ever and I’ll never give an F word,
Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter

So boys and girls, 6 mixtapes deep,
And I still haven’t lost my touch as you can see, you know,
I just really wanna say thank you to everyone that supported me this far,
I feel like it’s really time to take this shit over, ninja swag bitches,
So again, welcome to Webster’s Laboratory, and have a lovely fucking day, yeah.

CHRIS WEBBY – They Already Know

Yea,
Webby I’m back and I ain’t goin nowhere,
Count on that,
Let’s go
Still I’m off the chain,
Webby need a leash,
I’m consistently givin you shit that’s cleaver n unique,
If you don’t think that I’m reckin it every second that you sleep,
You basically played yourself like puff in “get him to the greek”,
Now when I be spittin people actually listen,
Because webby be rippin with grammatical precision,
Adverbs and adjectives,
Kickin all these damn vowels,
Continents till my enemy sweat here’s a hands towel,
Sham wow salesmen,
Beatin up you bitches,
Cookin up a classic with this heat from out the kitchen,
I’m originaly genius,
Brain out of proportion,
And got your girls legs spread wider then air Jordan,
I’m ballin,
Every single syllable I said is clear,
Ridin into Camelot,
To stick it to gwenovear,
King Arthur flow on top of your northern hemisphere murderin the verse,
So I guess that I gotta end it here

[Chorus]
Nikes on the floor
Fitted hat low they already know it’s about to go down,
Bout to go down, bout to go down, bout to go down, down, down, down
An when I get signed on that dotted line
They already know it’s about to go down
They already know, they already know, they already know, they already know, they already know
It’s about to go down

Verse two,
If your a mic then I’m a merk you,
Any problem I got I grin an bear an work thru,
So stop sleepin I’ll give you a later curfew,
Your not feelin it then you musta took a perk dude,
Cause I got everybody turnin up they volume,
Cause it’s about to go down like a log flume,
I live the life now rappin is my fricken job roll with more bitches then racin the iditarod
Get it cause girl dogs are called bitches
The iditorids a dog race now keep up with it
If you can’t follow my lyrics motherfucker just dance
Cause my lines above your head like a red woods branch
Rhyming with the best flyer then the rest
Steve corelian an the men men I put a trident to your chest
I’m new school in the flesh n they already know they already know that webbys up next

[Chorus]

I’m rollin with an OZ
Pocket always full of green Logan
With his dog tags on I’m fuckin wolverine
Slicing up my competition with the adementium
Aiming for a title that never had a champion
Stay poppin ambient put me to sleep
Cause with the adirol shit I’ll be up for a week
Fuck it I’m done
The hottest dude under the sun
My ninja’s outnumbered haters by 100-1
Shoutout to mac miller MGK wax and erbal T
Any white boy you can actually go hard it’s ok with me
I rep Connecticut exactly where I say I be
An I got apathies blessin so imam stay ya see
Keep hatin on me
You’ll see the tables turn
Cause I’m a motherfuckin animal lamins term
I’m a scychopathic off-spring satins of sperm
So walk in front of me an will see just the way you burn

[Chorus]

CHRIS WEBBY – Temper, Temper

Mother fuckers, I hate you and all you fucking assholes
So fucking pissed off right now

Yeah yeah temper, temper, calm down Webby

Some of these website gon’ post me cause I rap for the burbs,
Without even spinning my record or inspecting my words.
But while these bloggers underestimate my level of skill,
I’m a shove this shit in their faces when I settle a deal
No fuck that, I’ll shove it in their faces now
Cause I’m unsigned making a couple thous for rapping in front of crowds.
But because where I’m from these dudes don’t take me serious
And make assessments and seconds before they here me spit.
Can you tell I’m pissed, well spectacular,
Webby’s a cold blooded prick, a young Dracula.
To shatter your clavicle bone, tie you up and drag you
From the back of an Acura and then set you up in the passenger seat.
Belt buckle you in and then poor gas all over your squirming body,
Drop a Zippo on your lap, cock my head back laughing maniacally, take that bitch.
Throw a match in the gas tank, blow you to fragments.
Come back with a dust pan and sweep up all your ashes
And sprinkle em on the toilet paper I wipe my ass with.
I got the craziest rap tactics, smoking crack till I black out
And wreak havoc on women and children are like elderly too.
Anybody who’s not a subscriber to my YouTube go get it,
So if you don’t like what I do, suck my mothafuckin’ dick until your face turns blue.

[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, the world’s not ready
Let em talk shit they ain’t steppin to you
They just mad of what you’re destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world’s not ready
They mad at you for doin’ everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.

I know my attitude can get pissy ever so often,
But there’s so many dudes in this world that’s pissing me off.
And I should shut my mouth, just smile back and keep on walking.
But I’ve kept my temper cool to the point it’s causing exhaustion.
My dude Apathy told me to relax and just spit these bars
And ignore all these fuckin’ faggots who diss me,
Who use my name in the hopes that I lose my cool and diss back
And they’ll get buzzed by me putting the name in the track.
So I zip it and continue on my promising path, making cash
So while they’re running their mouth, I just gotta laugh,
Sit back, cop some dope from a groupie and just relax.
Even though deep in my soul I wanna go get me a axe,
Run up on their doorstep lookin’ like a lumberjack,
Swing and slash till you couldn’t I.D. the dude I attacked.
But shit I’ve been to jail once and I’m not tryin’ to go back,
So I let it simmer in my brain until my skull cracks.
Say to myself, temper temper Webby turn it down a notch,
Then the devil on my shoulder says to go walk down the block,
Find a shit talker, drag him to the highest mountain top,
Give him a parachute with a hole in it,
Throw him down and watch him hit the ground,
Splatter all over the fuckin’ pavement,
Stand over what’s left of him yelling “now say shit”.
I know I’m a deranged headcase, but it’s my temper,
I need anger management to help contain me like.

[Chorus:]
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take it down a notch, sure the world’s not ready
Let em talk shit they ain’t steppin to you
They just mad of what you’re destined to do
They like temper, temper calm down Webby
Take a chill pill man, the world’s not ready
They mad at you for doin’ everything that you do
Piss me off and I will hate to be you.

You mother fuckers,
I’ll fuckin, I’ll kick you in the god damn shins and make you run a lap.
Fuckin’ scrape your taste buds out and feed you the best meal you ever had,
You won’t be even able to taste it.
I’ll uhh, scrape your eyes out and put on the Shawshank Redemption,
It’s a great movie and you’re gonna miss it cause you’re blind.
Assholes.

CHRIS WEBBY – Sunny Afternoon

[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

You see I roll it up and light it when my Zippo gets ignited
It’s an addiction at this point so what’s the point in tryna fight it
Pass a bong with Miley Cyrus, and Michael Phelps in a cipher,
Even Schwarzenegger hit it, when I passed homie the lighter
Puffin that pharmaceutical so Cali’s where I’m movin’ to
Blazing on a sunny afternoon this shit it beautiful
The sun is in the sky, but you still can see the moon,
While I’m (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Cause I’m feelin’ spectacular, puff puff passenger,
On a NASA spacecraft up above passing ya
Abra-cadabra, I’ll make the weed vanish bitch
Brain damage, tree bandit, rollin’ up the cannabis
Kickin’ back baby and I’m lovin’ it
While I be puffin on dozens of my herbal supplements
That’s just how I does it, so somebody grab a dub of piff
And I’ll go grab a dutch to split, we’ll be getting dumb as shit

[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

Uh, yeah, and you know I’m not the sober type
So fuckin’ high that I can barely even hold the mic
Always smoking, but yea I got probation
But fuck, rules are made to be broken right?
I’m a crazy dude, burnin’ watchin’ paper-view,
Munchin’ on some Asian food, roll a J, a haze or two
Stay higher than Harry Potter flyin’ on his broom
While I’m (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
Chelsea have you seen me lately, I think I’m goin’ crazy
Tokin’ on a vaporizer till my brain is broken baby
Rarely sober, I cant help it I’m a stoner
Always got that fresh out the baggy weed aroma
When some say it’s a bad habit, I just fuckin’ laugh at it
Grab the bong and pack it and hit it until I’m asthmatic
Brain always movin’ slow like it’s some bad traffic
You can’t OD on pot? Shit, I’ll take a stab at it

[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

I’m always twistin’ up the ganja
Since 8th grade graduated with high honors
No one’s getting higher when I roll the EZ-wider
I’ll be chillin’ with Harold and Kumar munchin’ on some sliders
Where’s my fuckin lighter, yo somebody grab the illest dose
I’ll step my game up from water bottle bongs I built myself
Getting super silly, smoke fills up the room
While I’m (lazing on a sunny afternoon)
When it comes to marijuana I’m a heavy user
Even puffin in my dreams, pass a J with Freddy Kruger
It’s like my medication at this point in life
I start itchin’ when I’m stuck without a joint to life
Cotton mouth like I’ve been chewing on my t-shirt
Girls are third, money second, but I need my weed first.
So you wanna burn? Hope you got an ounce to bring
Shit I gotta go, yo I’m late for drug counseling.

[Sample from "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks]
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me to good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime

CHRIS WEBBY – Success

Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can’t tell dreams from truth
For it’s been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore

Yeah, is that really you success?
I know you’re close…
But I haven’t seen you in so fucking long man, you know
I’m a find you though, I’m gonna find you

Yeah, success, is that you around the corner?
I’ve been on your trail, now they say it warmer warmer
It’s been a long time since I seen you too
Probably since my last wrestling match in high-school
And after that you left me, packed up and bounce with lady luck
Then shit got messy, grades started slippin’ and the drugs kicked in
E pills, coke, percs, Klonopins
Either high or in a bad mood, pissed off teenager covered in tattoos
Grade A fuck-up, simple as that
I’m surprised my two parents didn’t turn their back
But they never gave up on me, I love ‘em for that
And I promise I’m a pay it all back with these raps
I know my bail was high but mom and dad I’m a pay back
Every penny or I’ll try, let it rot

Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can’t tell dreams from truth
For it’s been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore

Yeah, success, is that you?
People tell me that you’re nearby and I’m hopin’ that it’s true
Cause lately you haven’t made an appearance in my life
Just a spot at the bottom and a lot of long nights
Court fees, shity jobs, bad luck, drug problems
Or have a non-religious kid looking to God
Swear to God I been through a lot of shit on this path
I’m not here to brag about it but no one can change the past
I put together raps tryna make myself a stag with it
I’ve put my heart, soul, everything I had in this
Slice my wrists and I bleed for this rappin’ shit
How could you motherfuckers say I’m not passionate?
This is all I’ve ever loved, do it till the death of me
Proven that I’m worthy, I don’t care what they expect from me
And I’ll do it till there’s not a breath left in me
Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Ah, tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully
Yeah

So many people tell me success was up for the taking
But I can’t tell if it’s real or in my imagination
Spitted so sick that I need a vaccination
But I’m still underrated as fuck
Any occasion that I had to rise to, I did
But they still consider me a gimmick strictly just because of where I live
Dope when I rap I flow, it’s my path to blow
This ain’t the motherfuckin’ white rapper show
Sharpin’ skills like katanas in the arms of a ninja
Pure bred with the heart of a winner
Put my all in this shit, if I fall or I trip
I’m just gettin’ back up, never callin’ it quits
So hard when I spit, you need armor for this
Dusk till dawn till I’m gone I’m a spit
Do it till I die, nothin’ less
Word to my very last breath I’m a find my success
Yeah

Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can’t tell dreams from truth
For it’s been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore

CHRIS WEBBY feat. Prodigy – So Fresh

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Webby hit them in the head with it, until they lose they lose their motor skills
Constantly confronting my lyricism and flowing ill
Now they know the deal, crushing shit, clover field
Rappers need to get their weight up cause they’re looking Jonah Hill
Compose the real, there ain’t no slim fast here
And Poland Spring is what I bring, cause I can spit that clear
Shout to Jude and Lord Sear, all out to their speakers
Making real rap music, they singing with Justin Bieber
It’s a shame, everyone on the radio sound the same
One more person rhyming model with bottle I go insane
All these bullshit club records with they autotune and dance moves
Everybody selling now, but that’s the shit I can’t do
What up P, Queens to CT
Let me show ‘em how we do it in the 203
Shout to apathy any other real people doing it
My chips are all in, move or lose it for the music, yeah
Bowser’s back chillin’ where the sour’s at
Went against the odds and rose above and shit, I’m proud of that
Kicking flows on my tekken shit
Rapping superpower stronger than the X man, bitch, yeah (GANGSTA)
Oh, you shook once you fall back
Fight night, fall, get your jaw cracked
We keep it infamous, and making punk rappers dig a ditch and bury their careers
Cause these rap game, we’re built for this!

[Hook: Prodigy]
Rapping out of control, these rappers is slow
I got the permanent flow, I’m stuck in this zone
I’m so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
I keep it so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Rapping out of control, these rappers is slow
I got the permanent flow, I’m stuck in this zone
I’m so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
I keep you so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Rap God, my balls are that hard
My blood is that frosty, cold is up north
In the mountains and college doing sex on a bar
Like two hoodies on, it’s freezing, I’m charged
My adrenaline pumping, and it’s keeping me warm
I got so many plans in my head, it’s keeping me going
Cause I know the other side of these barb wire fencing
It’s a whole world out there for me to just dig in
And eat like a runaway slave
These cotton picking bitches, trying to get me for my pay
Listen, I am not the idiot nigga, I am not the [?] ho
I kill your perm though, and let the third go
When a rapper try to stunt on me
Yo, Webby, get ‘em, School these youngins’ who the fuck I be (I got you)
You can’t put pimp in a box
You can pigeonhole me, I do what I want
MC [?] is with fat laces, sneaker king bitch, nice pair of Asics
While you at home, plugged it to the Matrix
Me and C-Web get bread in real life, take a pic
Cause I stay PIF and they need to go shopping when they see my fresh
It’s like this nig, it’s like that rat
None of ya’ll better ever try to act like you that ill

[Hook]

[During and after hook outro: Prodigy]
When ya’ll gonna learn
Everybody ain’t got it
Please, check our résumés
Webby, yeah my nigga
Aye yo my nigga J-Cash told me
Fuck a intro
It’s betta to tell um to fuck off at the end of the song
So fuck off, nigga
Bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers
Wanna-be celebrities
But you’ll never be nothin’ like Chris Webby and Dom P
Uhh, it’s like that nigga

CHRIS WEBBY – Skyline

Yeah
Webby
Shit, I’ve been at the bottom for a while, you know?
I know that, but uh
Shit, we in the skyline now baby, heh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I’ve been stuck underground but now it’s my time
Time to take flight, right in to the skyline
Off to beautiful women sippin’ on fine wine
Up at the stadium where the lights lime, and I’m
Movin’ way past sound check
Still lookin’ for a life that I ain’t found yet
Round trip on a magical school bus
Before we touch down, shit they already knew us
Made it from the bottom to professionally rappin’
While they were tellin’ me that it was never gonna happen
Now it’s funny to see the haters’ reactions
‘Cause they ain’t saying a word: Charlie Chaplin
I’m back in this bitch relaxin’
Put in the groundwork now it’s time to cash in
Heh, and everybody knows I earned that
Headed to the skyline, feet up, first class
Yeah!

[Hook]
I don’t know about you but I know one thing
I ain’t gonna wait around here to make it
Anybody with a dream got to feel the same
If it ain’t given to me then I’ma take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cuz they tellin’ me it’s my time
Fly fly, fly fly
And disappear into the skyline

[Verse 2]
Spit the toughest shit, who touchin’ this?
Always chillin’ with a bird: Snuffaluffagus
And I’m lovin’ it
No Mickey D’s
Just Colt 45 and some piffy trees, jeez
Got my boarding pass ready
I’m heading to the top, they ain’t getting past Webby
Yeah, been on the grind since 8th grade
Went from getting no girls to banging Playmates
Heh, what up Ms. November?
My flight’s taking off, got my shit together
Ready for whatever, do it better than before
I’m the reason my competitors are headin’ for the door
‘Cause I’m deadly and I’m raw
With the mic tonight
Got the cameras all flashin’ like a lightning strike
Heh, I’m on another altitude
And they ain’t ready for the shit that I’m about to do

[Hook]
I don’t know about you but I know one thing
I ain’t gonna wait around here to make it
Anybody with a dream got to feel the same
If it ain’t given to me then I’ma take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cuz they tellin’ me it’s my time
Fly fly, fly fly
And disappear into the skyline

[Verse 3]
If you got a dream you should follow it
‘Cause not everybody’s capable of keeping straight A’s for a scholarship
As a kid no one could figure me out
So I would like to thank Hofstra for kicking me out
And look at me now, I’m doing pretty well for my age
Considering two years ago I was making minimum wage
Heh, and now we doing OK
Skyline-flow, up, up and away
Heh, and I ain’t looking for a handout
Shit I got the fans now, motherfuckers stand down
Live my life to a whole new beat
Finally standing on my own two feet
‘Cause it got that tough
Been kicked while I was down
But I never gave in, and I got back up
Yup, getting close, well I better be
But all I see is the skyline ahead of me

[Hook]
I don’t know about you but I know one thing
I ain’t gonna wait around here to make it
Anybody with a dream got to feel the same
If it ain’t given to me then I’ma take it
So let me just
Fly fly, fly fly
Cuz they tellin’ me it’s my time
Fly fly, fly fly
And disappear into the skyline

CHRIS WEBBY feat. D. Lector – Roger That

Ha, yeah, it’s Chris Webby
Danimal Lector in the mo’fucking building
You know, Connecticut, ha
Webster’s lab, bitch
Let’s go, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You now have entered Webby’s world, welcome to my habitat
Living like a Jason Statham movie, always action packed
Killin’ competitors, cause seein’ me lose a battle rap
Just don’t happen these days like seein’ a Pterodactyl hatch
So give me beats and I’ll be runnin’ to the lab with that
Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack
Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain’t never matchin’ that
Roll so fuckin’ deep, we know where to get Krabby Patties at
Deeper than the ocean floor, U-571
Larry the cable guy, cause you know I’m ’bout to get her done
Pushin’ all your buttons, you would think I had an extra thumb
Chug a fifth of moonshine, chase it with some ketel one
Spit nice with raps to rip mics,
Carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice
I’ll keep strivin’ for the title until I win right
This is what happens when you feed Gizmo after midnight
A fuckin’ Gremlin, ain’t nobody stoppin’ that
Cleats on my feet and I’m a play em like a soccer match
Slaughter all these copycats, you could never follow that
(Ground control to major com) I’m crazy do you roger that?

[Verse 2: D. Lector]
Eenie meenie miney mo, my winnie in your hiney hole
Hidey hoe labor as I light the drow, psycho flow,
I can go from high to low, low to high man I don’t know,
Too hot to touch too cold to hold and right now I’m at 5 below,
On the surface my mind’s berserk, and I’m like
Give me a perc and a vibe with a verse to write
Each word too precise, verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife,
And certain it’s curtains I’m the best you’ve heard in your life
Bourbon and Sprite, cause in the burbs we light the herb every night,
Turnin’ the mic just warmin’ up, so quit your queefin’, it’s girly
I making a 30 g’s it’s early walkin’ all weekend like Berny,
I used to be weak and nerdy but now I’m Diesel like the typer fuel
Highway to hell but they didn’t teach me this in driving school,
You giant tool I’m hittin’ the track like Ricky Bobby, listen mommy
If, if you with a pretty body then shit I’ll probably take brain,
Cause the kid’s a zombie, never did karate
But it’s Daniel-san, all I’m missing is Mr. Miyagi.
I’m fucking crazy smelling like a skunk with rabies,
Punching babies, humping ladies, blame my mother cause she made me,
I’m a product of the 80′s high as a kite, high on life,
This rap shit is like ridin’ a bike

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I’m Mr. Starship Trooper puttin’ weed up in the hooka
Hittin’ on my friends’ mums tryna take me home a cougar
In your dreams like Freddy Kruger with the lyrical maneuvers
You Tube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer
I just live hakuna matata {Swahili phrase for ‘no worries’}
I’m kicking it with Puba lightin’ Buddha, stayin’ flyer than you losers
Stella Luna I’m a dude who got some confidence, scratch that, cockiness
Syllable after syllable out of my esophagus
You don’t gotta roger that, but baby I’m a roger this
Motherfuckin’ party boy, call me Chris Panius
Bitch I’m just a jackass, higher than a rocket-ship
You chick perverse cowboy’s the only one on top of this
She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it
Well, bitch you’re sippin greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it.
The way you givin’ brain you’ll never get yourself a scholarship.
In fact, at this point your fuckin head’s probably hollow bitch.
I’m fuckin’ nice so all you haters should acknowledge it
Either way, who gives a fuck? I’m makin’ me a profit bitch
I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that
I’m the best in the burbs bitch, and you can roger that

CHRIS WEBBY – What I Do

Straight chuggin’ on the 40 ounce, brain cells fry
Like a clamb strip all day get high
Never ending story felt course stay fly
My mom’s a math teacher so I gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride
At my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustle and mixtapes I’m tryna get by
Double U E double B follow with a Y
Mothafucka that’s me and I be so cool
To be on my level you gonna need a step-stool
Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules
Breaking every law till they kick me out of school
So amped up you’d think I’m chuggin’ jet fuel
Chasing a bottle of moon shine with an O’Doules
No more rules let me call up Billy Madison
And have em slippin’ on banana peels if they challenge him
I’m bafflin’ any competitor with what I’m rappin’ and
The future’s lookin’ bright I think I’m staring at a halogen
Born in ‘88 I got it tatted on my abdomen
Product of the 90s, everyday practicin’
Then it started happenin’, turned into a beast
Full bred pit with a little Maltise
Woof, slaughter any track I see
You’ve now been warned, you’d better hide your beats

[Hook]
I’ma never give a fuck about you
I’m just doing what I do
Murder any beat I put my mind too
Thought you knew that’s what I do
Rappin’ on the mike till my face turns blue
Through and through that’s what I do
That’s what I do

Stop sleeping over there man pass the blunt
L ride around town and be back for lunch
Got a full plate of beats and some Captain Crunch
Me on the mike only lost a battle once
Everybody else, murked em
Cooked it up, served em
Pen in hand I got the dexterity of a surgeon
Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless
Like the names of every Mutant Ninja Turtle, I’m an artist
Bitch, nobody stoppin’ what I’m sayin’
Lyrical display gon’ shock em like Raiden
Everyday ragin’, show me where the party’s at
Where the bitches where the broads where the hotties at?
Where the liquor where the bud, where the Marley at?
Where the stage I’m bouta give the crowd a heart attack
Life’s short so you know I gotta live it up
Brim low dutch rolled I’ma never give a fuck

[Hook]

All I got’s my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause
Livin’ life like a video game so press pause
Double tap X with a shot to the brain
Back back square hit em with the scorpion chain
So get over here bitch ill kick em like Liu Kang
And fatality anybody who shits on my name
Its that tatted up tyrant, heatin’ up the climate
Pissing on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants
It’s that motherfuckin’ Optimus Rhyme full bottle of pills
Blunted with a bottle of wine
Fully transform bout to take over the game soon
Ain’t no mothafucka I’m afraid to bring the flame to
Got em rotisserie while I be smokin’ piffery
Making words connect like letters written in calligraphy
Not a person here stepping in my shoes
‘Cause see Webby’s back and this is what I do

[Hook]

CHRIS WEBBY – One Song

Yeaaaah! Webby.

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song

All I need is one mic, one pen, one piece of paper
One top single and it’s game over for the haters
One shot, one chance, one opportunity
One motherfucking animal is what I grew to be
One man army, throwing on one finger up
Always the middle one cause you know i never give a fuck
One dream is the reason that I’m here
Went to college cause they told me that I needed a career
But on one here now look, all over your facebook
Where the jokes now?! all you motherfucking Dan cooks
Making fun of me, walking down the hallway
Just at middleschool, and headphones on all day
Little punk but my eyes were on the prize
It took a lot of tries but I knew I get it right
Now I got the last laugh, think life funny?
Y’all around job hunting, while I’m sitting on money.

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]

All I need is one beat and one hour to get it written down
One style? Nah everyday I got a different sound
Kid around with the flow so serious
When it’s my turn, Imma kill shit, period.
I’m doing good dude, they getting mad now
Yelling «Fuck Webby» while they tear em in the crowd
Huh.. I just laugh and roll with it
They came in here to hate, but I made money off their tickets, bitches!
Shit I been out here for a while, your best written rap is my worst freestyle!
At first they ignored me, now they into now
I’m like a Thom Barry on the mic, yeah waouh
On an animal flow, now everywhere I go, the camera would go
So they can watch me get my hands on the dolls
Why you mouthing off to me, you’re just an amateur bro
And this Ukain husky about to go pro.

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]

All I got is one life so the devil better stop rushing me
Gave it all I got, now I’m sitting here with 23
Looking back at this life I’ve lived, used to pay to get a gigg, now I sell em out kids
And just recently, my wallet was empty
Had a script to get a penny to get some chickens at Wendy’s
Couldn’t even take my girly on a date
Now we cop on potatoes and a fourty ounce steak
Sold em out to real estate so I gotta tell em this
You don’t need a medical degree to tell em sick
Bitch, let me live my life, stop trying to hold me back or Imma miss my flight
First class posted, sipping on Jack
Headphones on, as I write this track
Where I’m headed, I don’t even know that
All I know is when I get there, Imma never look back

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]

The fresher is rising, no more mistake (nah)
Don’t try to deny it, don’t you hesitate (no hesitation man)
The voices are calling, calling out your name (they’re calling for you man)
But don’t look so sad cause it’s a long way back (and I ain’t never looking back [x6])

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x3]

CHRIS WEBBY feat. Smokahantas – My Cloud

Catch me where the red ferns grow,
smokin’ bud that burns slow.
So turn the damn dial
if your speakers turned low.
‘Cuz everything I’m doin is loud,
I’m just chillin on a motha fuckin cumulus cloud,
I stay high.

Up in the galaxy like pluto nash,
stupid ass thinkin any one in your crew’s gon’ last.
but you knew those facts
I’m the dog that whipped pugos ass.
Fat bud call it sumo grass.

So you better give me kutos fast,
won’t stop till I got that Borat n Bruno cash.
I’m a box office success,
puffin’ the best
got that Godzilla, green,
same color as Shrek.

So lets throw it in a dutchy or philly or E Z Wider,
bong, bowl, bubbler, hookah, or vaporizer.
Maybe throw yourself a batch of brownies in,
as long as we be gettin’ high count me in, ay!

[Chorus]

I’m just livin’ on a cloud,
chillen in the sunshine.
I got a dub n a dutch,
I think its blunt time.
Eyes bloodshot, contacts dry,
wear my sunglasses even when I’m inside.

I’m high
like the THC in my system
my weed is Medicin
i need it for livin.
I twist up my words
while I speed up the rhythm
because I be high as fuck
‘n I don’t need your permission.

I’m twistin,
burnin’ on a cloud
smokin on a joint that would make Bob Marley proud.
Jam with the buffalo soldiers
chillen let me stir it up.
Trench town rockin on a beat then I burn it up.

You better learn your stuff be ware,
I’m just a kid who didn’t pay attention and dare.
I’ve been high all day since eighth grade
stay blazed off that grade A haze and AK,
ay!

[Chorus]

Rollin up an eighth of grass
any time I blaze a track
‘cuz I stay burnin like a fuckin pyromaniac.
Keep atleast an ounce where I’m stayin at;
dutch in the whip,
puffin some piff,
who fuckin with chris?
(Nobody)

Anywhere I go
you know I got some pot,
green with orange hair like Roger Klots.
Got that carrot top drop,
no stems no seeds,
takin bong rips to see if u can OD.

But you can’t,
all you get is cough ‘n real hungry,
tearin’ the fuck outta the fridge with the munchies.
Pass out in boxers,
infront of the tv then,
wake up at like three PM.

Then its wake n bake time,
so roll yourself a joint,
‘cuz if ur not high,
then whats the fuckin’ point?
My heads in the clouds,
I’ll never be sober,
I’ll be a pot head till its over,
closure.

[Chorus]

CHRIS WEBBY – Just Can’t Kill The Beast

Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device).”
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they’re Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)

[Hook]
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can’t stop me)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)
They stab it with their Steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast

[Verse 1]
Yeah yeah I could of just been stop by what arisen in the past
Sitting in the county cell only two years back
Waiting on a phone call from my girl or dad or my mother
As they try to gather together all the cash to bail me out
And I’m embarrassed for that cuz it was my stupidity that got this felony rap
And now they had to suffer cuz of me and I’m sorry for that
But now the coast is clear and they ain’t never sending me back
I was left with fucking nothing not a dollar to my name
Left with a pen left with a pad left with dream it’s all the same
While I’m thinking I was looking at three and half years
Still I never shed a tear I got on the grind with an idea
To be great to make something outta my life and just redeem myself
Enough with all the tough talk and shit Webby be yourself
Work for it everyday put lyrics to these beats now they just can’t kill the beast. Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I was stuck living in my parent’s house working a 9 to 5
Waking up for court at the crack of dawn and loosen up my tie
Waiting for my paycheck in the mail even though it was low
How the fuck else could I pay for the studio? Cuz I know
Even back then that I would make it rapping
Its all I ever thought about so I knew that it would happen
It had to be so gradually put my soul in this music shit
If you don’t think I worked ever second for it you stupid bitch
I remember performing in ten people show
But still I put my fucking heart in it even though
It seemed I would never make it every one told me I’d never make it
But I had determination and I never let nobody brake it
I was set on being famous I was ready for the anguish
That goes into being something that requires mental patience
I grinded and I grinded so everybody would listen
So while I got your ear I’d like to introduce you to Christian

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Went though a bunch of situations leading me to dead ends
But I kept the microphone with me just like my best friend
After lots of bullshit I sat back home
And said “Fuck it” Im’a do this shit all on my own
Got a strong team behind and we went the independent route
Stepped my lyrics up while my competitors are stepping out
Of my way cuz I’m here to stay paving the way every fucking syllable
ThatI say, I’mma make my way to my dying day Im’a be okay
I’ve been booed at and taunted and hated through all this
I’ve kept my fucking head up now it me that they be wanting
I’ve earned this I worked to fucking hard to tell me otherwise
I’ve made a fucking movement yo I’m not like all these other guys
I was born for this fuck what all the hater said
Any talk about me being fake has now been laid to rest
Took the long road making it eventually
So fuck a mixtape this is me fulfilling destiny

Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device).”
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they’re Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)

[Hook]

CHRIS WEBBY – Fragile Lives

Yeah
Shit it sucks growing up man
Shit changes
You lose touch with people
You lose friends along the way but
You just gotta keep going man
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Man it sucks growin up
Gotta let go of the past
Not every childhood friendship is gonna last
People grow up, and move on for better or worse
Always of course it doesn’t end in a church
We used to go on L rides like the cities hours
But now we all got real jobs, and shitty hours
And those the lucky ones who earn a check
The ones who don’t sit at home all day and blow percusets
Cause I seen a lot of people on that path
And it sucks cause they almost never come back
It’s a sad truth the life is ruthless right?
As a kid we never thought we could lose the fight
Shit we all have big dreams back in middle school
But real life is played by different rules
And reality hurts so why I always keep a bag of the purp
And always pray for the best before they put my ass in the dirt

[Chorus]
Chances thrown
Nothing’s free
Longing for
Used to be
Still it’s hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
Shattered dreams

[Verse 2]
For the teenage mothers with a baby to feed
For the kids who think a pill bottles all that they need
We all hit a rough patch
Get back on your feet
We only got one life
(One life)
And it goes on but now with one less
N.E.V tatted on my bicep
Shit
Nic I miss you man
But I guess that fate just had a different plan
I thought me and you would be kickin it in 20 years
Talkin about our wife and kids over a couple beers
And now you’re not here
And its hard to even say in a song
But shit I thought about you every fuckin day you’ve been gone
AG, Shawn and Glock we all getting through the pain
But just know that Norwalk ain’t ever gonna be the same
You even had faith in me back when we was kids
You said id get big back when nobody did
So I’ma do this rap shit for the both of us now
Cause I know you still up there holding me down
So brotha save me a spot if something happens to me
Until then
Enjoy the show from the balcony seats
I love you man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
For the kids who’ve lost friends and family in the past
For the kids who messed up and wanna take it all back
We all hit a rough patch
Get back on your feet
We only got one life
(One life)
If you got a dream you gotta get it man
At least try
Shit, you may never get a second chance
As a kid we never thought that it could happen to you
For better or worse, its how I’m here rappin to you
Keep in touch with all your homies
And your eye on the prize
Cause we all slip and fall down, push your shit to the side
Only got one life, better live while you got it
Cause only one thing for sure
Tomorrow is not promised

[Chorus]

[Outro]
And that’s it
Ya know?
Life goes on
Gotta keep focused
Nicky
We all miss you down here brother
But we’ll see you though
Yeah

CHRIS WEBBY feat. Emilio Rojas – Dark Side

You’re fulfilling your destiny Anakin
Become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force
I will do whatever you ask
Good

[Chris Webby]
You’ve now been welcomed to the evil side, better start small
When the dark calls, better play it how the cards fall
This is hard ball, spit so cold your car stalls
Webby got that dark side shit, Darth Maul
Sith lord, super Shredder with a big sword
Jaws in the flesh, you’re a kid up on a kick board
Nighty night for you the second that they let the shark loose
Little footed punks ain’t ever fucking with a sharp tooth
Webby gonna take ‘em to the dark side
Ain’t nobody messing when the bars fly
Every single one of us going to hell
So why not make sure we all fry?
This my spot and I call 5′s
Gotta chick next to me hog tied
Every single bitch in the vicinity better duck for cover
The fucking second that the dog bite
Ain’t nobody crazier than Chris
I’ma fuck the game raw and have a baby in this bitch
So just follow to the dark side
GPS, type it in
And you will never end up goin’ home again

[Hook]
Take a walk into the dark side
I don’t know just where I’m going, but so far it’s been a hell of a ride
Welcome to the dark side
There’s a devil in all us all you gotta do is just let it inside
Welcome to the dark side

[Emilio Rojas]
It’s 2012, and I’m boning everything raw, I’m fucking the world in it
I’m running and AIDS clinic on a mission to get a new girlfriend
And I’m in that waiting room I got em edible arrangements
Cuz nothin’ says let’s fuck with no rubber like fruit bouquets bitch
No WWJD (nah) everyone of my brothers are crazy (nah)
It wasn’t my mother who raised me (nah)
I come from the gutter that made me, huh?
From the Roc where the blocks is bad
And kids go to school through Zombie Land
Even though them all live in Crombie Land
And nah they don’t get drunk they hit Molly man
Meth heads on they death beds
Chicken heads livin’ for their nest eggs
Her mother was strugglin’ with addiction
So she been into drugs since she breast fed
So depressant and they ain’t no exception
No cold edge, just co-defendants
Vacant buildings with their full attendece, with vacant stairs, you got no expression
Take you there if you want, I got demons boy they do haunt
Seein’ people havin’ that tone, now that’s the reason we all flaunt
I was born with nothin’ I’ma die for somethin’
Otherwise I done been alive for nothin’
I earned it all they provided nothin’, even if I have to join the dark side and touch it

[Hook]

[Sample]
Your arrogance blinds you, Master Yoda
Now you will experience the full power of the dark side

CHRIS WEBBY – Dangerous

Drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin..
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go

Uh yeah
Webby back and I told you what
Get up on the stage and the show is nuts
Microphone in my cobra clutch, what
Jack frost on the beat cuz I be too cold to touch
Hit em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck
Baby girl hit your knees and open up
CT vandal, and I never gave a shit don’t plan to
Cuz I’m here to make a splash like Shamoo
Damn you ran through any competition that I can do
Can you figure the flow and keep pace
Joints rolled up to the face
Turn up the bass till my windows break
Flow well done lemme reaise the stakes
Since ’88 I been a mother fuckin monster man
Had headphones on in my sonogram
Came out so mean that the doctor ran
And had a full ass diaper of contraband
God damn, I’m killing the flow thats the plan
Fuckin every girl I can
Ball like jordan, space jam
Pass me the rock and I’ll hit em with the slam
Dd-done bass line comin out the trunk
Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt
Money up front, chasing cheddar
Can’t stop be bitch I’m way to clever
Gimme a beat, no one can blaze it better
Spit so cold I can change the weather
Bitch I’ll be living this way forever
Wait till the game get a taste of Webster

Drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin..
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go

Uh yeah
Lemme go ahead and do it like this now
Sit down making the beat my bitch now
Hit it with that right hook, chris brown
Take down your chick around the hips
Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff
This real hip hop no counterfit
So put some drank in your cup, bounce to this
And get loud as shit, t-rex raw
Imma tape in and I eject yours
Banging the fuck outta the girl next door
Too smart, and I might just check my test scores
Rock with the flow and a round of bets
Always on the grind no time to rest
Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest
And then I worked her out like a P90X
I just sign the cheque, and them I make them bills
Shit, and I don’t even got no deal
I know who I am and I keeps it real
So damn fresh haven’t cracked the seal
King of the kill, wreck with the words
Proved I’m the mother fucking best in the burbs
Step to me, then you bound to get served
No entree dish, I’m a full dessert
I just put in that work, nine to five
Jet pack flow, time to fly
No such thing as kinda high
Burnt down all day thats what I decide
Yee, its CW
And we rollin in the whip when I’m coming through
We’re drinking pop another pill or two
And I’ll be lovin, my life, bitch how about you

CHRIS WEBBY – Bowser

Call me Bowser, hit em on the floor like boss bitch
Its inevitable that you step into my level that you gonna end up leaving with a loss bitch
Line in the sand I crossed it, grindin’ til I’m exhausted, never gonna put the mic down I’m here right now so what you want bitch
Still here cause I flow rhymes, mixtape shit since 09′
Only white dude in the game who made it this far without a co-sign
Baby and now its showtime, they telling me that yo’ time
Freestyle in my destiny bitches I never wrote mine
So learn my fuckin’ name, cause no we not the fuckin’ same
I’m fighting for my life in the title just like the Hunger Games
Happy after my success, that Conneticut roughneck
Any time a beat gets killed they lookin’ for me cause they know I’m the suspect
Leavin’ competition upset, grabbin’ they girl and we fuck yes
They steppin’ to me in a battle and winning, that’s like me passing a drug test
Shit will not happen, ready for action, grabbin’ the mic and I’m gettin’ it crackin’
No need for the braggin’ I know that I’m dope and homie you ain’t even a fraction
Or what I can do, I’m comin’ for you, and steadily killin’ the rappin’, so fuck it I’m through, I’m pummeling crews and leaving the sight for ladin
Takin’ bottles to the face til I’m like fuck man, so dirty my entourage follows behind me with dust pans
So slow it down, sippin’ on my styrofoam
Trapped inside of Webby’s world like Pauly Shore in Biodome
I roll an eigth of fire just so it can take me higher, molten lava flow and smokin’ my volcanoe vaporizer
I haven’t made it yet cause rap is full of politics, so all u politicians suck my dick until u swallow it
My dreams must have a Twitter account cause I’ma follow it, and any one or anything in my way ill demolish it
Motherfucking monster steadily rippin’ it proper bitches so get to the chopper
Me and star rocker speakin’ it lava freakin’ better than toucus tala monca
Killer in flow, bouncin’ around like I’m Tigger I’m blow, spittin’ it so outta control trippin’ the dough, the slower u thinkin’ the quicker I go
The pick of the litter with vigorous flow, keep them bitches titties jiggling yo
I stick and I go, I’m better than you, no matter how you try to figure it bro
The villian is back, killin’ a track, won’t stop til’ I got me a million cash, listen to facts
R2 trigger attack, drop the magnificent rap
Gigity, gigity, gigity splat
The illest up in the vacinity’s mad, killin’ these bitches like Trinitie’s dad
But different in rythym so listen to that
So Mario should do is cardio and grab a flower, kid u’ll need to throw some fireballs if you gon’ step to Bowser

CHRIS WEBBY – Contradictory To Grown Ups

First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang yo.
But it’s Webby and I still be Off The Chain.
So I’ll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros.
Stacking You Tube, hits like a double rainbow
So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel
Tryna stay on course like a roadskill
They wanna know how I be killin’ it with no deal
And got the game mapped out, Michael Scofield.
No prison break, get up here and renovate
Every venue that I’m hittin’ up in every state
Twist a zig-zag then I levitate
Webby been bad, professor Snake
I’m like Manny Pacquiao times four
Hypen up the crowd when I’m out on tour
I need a dollar like I told you before
So I could cop an Arnold Palmer when I’m hittin’ the store
Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin’ bud
I think I’m still rollin’, Team Pup N’ Suds
Now I’m going big time and I’m lovin’ this
When I step in, dudes better cuff your chicks
I don’t speak game, I say a couple words
Next thing you know we’re both under the confident
In the comfort of my hotel suite
Having sloppy drunk sex and forgettin’ by next week
I’m a beazel, reppin’ Connecticut like a husky
CT swag, everybody here loves me
Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty, (nah)
Running shit like Nucky, trust me
Name buzzin’ all over the fuckin’ country
Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me
So just feed me beats, I got the munchies
Nothing better than an instrumental when I’m hungry
The illest thing that ever hit pro tools, I’m 1-51
They just O’Doules, live by no rules
No one’s stoppin’ me, they say Webby rocks
Geology, even haters gotta bump my shit
So what, thanks for the You Tube hits you dumb bitch
Put me in the mix, I’m a be the last spittin’
I’m a tiger, y’all domesticated cat, kitten
You’ll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin’
It’s a fact, listen, I’ll be on a track rippin’
Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with ‘em
And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libing
Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms
Webby’s the deadliest catch, I’m goin’ crab fishin’
Teachin’ hip-hop 101, so take notes
Bring it back, mo’fucker I’m done

Yeah, Webby, murdering shit
It’s what I do, you now
Let’s go!

CHRIS WEBBY feat. Freeway – Block To The Burbs

Yeah, Webby
Freeway, yeah!
Block to the Burbs, man
If you nice, you nice
End of story

[Verse 1: Webby]
You see I’m reaping for the burbs, still I’m murdering verses
With Connecticut inserted in ink on my epidermis
Written in my skin later, with rhyming I’ve been greater
Writing lyrics on a piece of paper since a sixth grader
With my CD disc player, playing loud up in the Sony phones
With a style of the flowin’ that I call my own
CT’s what I call my home and I’m never leaving you
Put us on the map is what I need to do
And even through the hate and the criticism I take it and listen
But all you fakers are breakin’ the way I rape ‘em with lyricism
I stay with the clearest rhythm regardless of burb spot
Burbs to the blocks if you spittin’ a verse hot
And that’s all that matters, you either got it or not
Regardless of where you grew up, there with your mom and your pops
See I’m in it to the finish, never plottin’ to stop
Rhyming heat, pilot seat, kamikaze the spot
Man you dope, or you probably not
I could body the block with nothing but a sixteen on the top
I’m like Tony Soprano when I rip it I bust flow in a suburban commando
And I’m bigger than Hulk Hogan
Check it I’m wrecking every consecutive second
In from Philly back to the 2-03 that’s what we representing’
I’ve been destined to make it, and I won’t stop ’til I get it
And now it’s Freezer and Webby, two different worlds are connected

[Hook: Freeway]
Ride to the ‘burbs, take a trip with me
We gon’ cruise all around the world
Man, they hatin’ when we visit, come around they girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
From the burbs to the block take a trip with me
We gon’ cruise all around the world
When we visit try to keep us from around your girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world

[Verse 2: Freeway]
One, it’s an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the burbs every one of you people heard of Free-
Way, if it y’all that ain’t heard of me
House old one, in ’06 no burglary
Survived the rock split, continued to drop hits
These rappers continue to bite my shit, commit purger
Outer space bar treats are still spitting mercury
Flow is from outta this planet, women from Venus
Men are from whatever planet they think with they penis
Eat [?] bars [?] for me when they land it
‘Nother panic, hit up Webby tell him, “Ready to canvas”
World trotter, I’m in Africa be back by the evening
Don’t sweat it I will be there on behalf of the Beamer
Plus the Delta Sky team while I insist that I’m repping
When I fly that’s who I fly with, I’m a diamond?
Any weather, I can [?] I’m on a jet [?] jetted
Back home they call me Chester, cause I get the cheddar
Yeah I get to the geen, I got my shit together
It’s a national hustler, I still [?] rocks in the united states
Still bobblin’ mecca, from the burbs to the ghetto
Word to the wise, never lie in your rap songs, learn from Geppetto
Pinocchio, tell lies and your nose grow
Me and Webby ride, get cheddy ’til we old folks

[Hook:]
Ride to the ‘burbs, take a trip with me
We gon’ cruise all around the world
Man, they hatin’ when we visit, come around they girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world
From the burbs to the block take a trip with me
We gon’ cruise all around the world
When we visit try to keep us from around your girls
Visit burbs, visit ghettos all around the world

[Outro:]
From the Burbs to the Block
Burbs to the ghetto

CHRIS WEBBY – Axe Murder

Yeah
Webby
Let’s hit you with some bars real quick

Axe murder a beat the way I spit a free
Lizzie Borden in the flesh come and get at me
Like the witch of the west, I roll wickedly
Can’t see me like Paranormal activity
Lickidy split, I rip shit quick-ily
Get ya camcorder out, bitch just picture me
Killin’ shit everyday till you get sick of me
Cause I been a beast since the priest christened me
Blowin’ up ya tape deck C.T. to Great Neck
Dutch full of O.G. kush and some train wreck
Safe sex? Nah, I’m too raw
I stick it in they jaws then I get ‘em out they draws
I’m a boss and break laws but never take a loss
Flyer than McCaws, I’m just doin’ it because
I’m the best to do this within my age bracket
Waka Flocka, Soulja Boy: none of ‘em can match it
That’s it; jot it down, print it up and fax it
And tell all your boys how Webby spit that madness
Got pussy goin’ nuts like I got some catnip
More than a tad sick, I murder ‘em for practice
Do what I do when I… burn
Then ya gonna Puff Puff Pass, it’s my… turn
I throw down with titans, I’m rhymin’ more
More bars than a phone in a Verizon store
Bitch, I’m bigger than a body of a dinosaur
I’m crazy, who would ever blow a line before
Goin’ into a math test, energetic as ever
And all I wrote down was my name: it’s ‘Chris Webster’
Too drugged up to pay attention in class
So I got kicked out and put my focus on rap
But don’t do like I do, cause I’m fucked in the head
All these un-prescribed meds, now I need special ed
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a mother fuckin’ pot head
Nerf Gun in my hand, step and you’ll be shot dead
Still mother fuckin’ crazy, don’t doubt me
Pocket full of lint, pack of bogies and my house keys
Aw, Jeeze; I be burnin’ the palm trees
Keystone light to your fuckin’ Dom P
Lazy kid, I still live with my mom, see
Smokin’ bud sleepin’ late playin’ Nazi Zombies
28 days later, see me in the paper
I’m a mix of Stewie Griffin with a little Darth Vader
Leave a crater in the earth when I drop my mix tape
The north star ain’t this hot, for shit’s sake
Chase a 40 o.z. with a box of fish flakes
They might forget my name but they’ll remember how my dick taste
Dictate the scene at all times
Cause the ninja rapper’s back with an Optimus Rhyme
You underclassmen can’t see the white noise, bitch
That’s why my mix tape’s bumpin’ in ya boy’s whip
Oh shit, I spit and wreak havoc
My vocal chords like twin Glocks, let me blast it
Cause if anybody steps then I’m a bury ‘em
C.T.’s on my back and I’m a carry ‘em
Smoke blunts till my IQ’s very dumb
Stay high like the water bill at an aquarium

And I’m out

CHRIS WEBBY – Right From Wrong

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, Webby
See I’m trying to get drunk as fuck tonight, man

You see I’m beck here to rip another throwback jam
They’re like damn, I don’t know how Webby go that ham
Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan
Skin covered in cartoons, but I’m a grown ass man
I don’t care about your name, when I’m steppin’ to you
All I’m thinkin’ about is that we got some f’ing to do
Sippin’ on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do
Cause I got loose screws in my head and it’s true
I need my medication [?] I’m doing this shit
Start howlin’ at the moon at a lunar eclipse
Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit
And choke the fuck out of a bee until I’m losing my grip
Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her tits
And beat it outside baby she’ll be bruisin’ a bit
Whip it out so you all could get a view of my dick
Because I never gave a fuck and now I’m proving it bitch

Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong

Holy Moly, Webby’s here
Hit a house party, drink every beer
I’m just tryna find a girl real sexy here
And if you’re not DTF hit the exit dear, ha
I just say what I say, I’m drunk as hell, fuck it
I’ll leave and take a grenade
Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day
As long as I’m drunk, you’re never gonna hear me complain
Hey, hey, I’m the last Beastie Boy
With my dick in a girl’s mouth like a squeaky toy
In a pitbull’s grill, rip shit still
Holdin’ my brain from all of the E pills
I’m a motherfucking crazy dude
Eatin’ baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy tool
First place in a race, I’m a cross that line
So lock me up doc, cause I’ve lost my mind

And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong

See Webby comes back with a horse plate
A liability, at least that’s what the courts say
In a bedroom, get too rough
Take a bite out of a bitch looking for True Blood
Ha, I do it like no other
Condom in my pocket, still do it with no rubber
Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder
And got ‘em running back to me quicker than Road Runner
And I get ‘em in the sack tonight
Beat it up, I don’t care if they be black or white
A tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right
Make it hot, I don’t even need a match to strike
Ha, nobody could stop the bees
With a tongue as slick when I rock the beat
Sweepin’ all your girlfriends off they feet
And I don’t even give a fuck if they got stampede, ha

And this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
Hey, and this is my favorite song
Sing along when the DJ throws it on
We got a bag full of weed and a big ass bong
Or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong

Damn, I’m drunk man, fuck
Couple forties deep and shit
Webby’s Lab, as always you know
Cooking up that crack pot
Ha, shouts to Obie
Aight man, I’m fuckin’ outta here dude