Chris Webby

[fox69]

 

[fox69]

"50 Barz"

"50 Barz"



Yea, this is where I show you how nice I am. 50 bars.

I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy
The only player out with a CT jersey
You see me, heard me, felt me, purely
The sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure me
I am surely, a rhyme busta, fuck ya
If you go against the kid then I'll have to crush ya
Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya
Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska
Take that suckas, hit em with brass knucks
And kick em with Tims on and fuck that ass up
I eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds up
Should be in a trash can, shit I'm grouchy as fuck, yup
I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya
Shock ten thousand volts, Zues lightnin bolt ya
So keep your courage close if I go and approach ya
Cause I'm here to "Face Off" like Nick Cage and Travolta
Spit molten flows that shatter your chest
Leave you with a broken nose for a lack of respect
So please son, if you really wanna battle the best
I'll put your fuckin life in "Jeopardy" like Alex Trebek, yes
I'm not your average vet, blastin a tek
I'll ravage your set, beat you up like masochist sex
I never met another rapper of my caliber yet
But them beatin me is like me passin an Algebra test
I be flippin like a calender, lyrics be scorchin em
Rap valedictorian, swingin, stingin like scorpions
Skin whiter than porcelain, but bringin them dark forces in
Sick like the shit they caught on the Trail to Oregon
I'm talkin Cholera, Scarlet Fever, and Dysentery
It's scary, you'd swear to god I memorized the dictionary
I'm buyin if the "Price is Right" with Drew Carey
Fairly out of my mind got you runnin like Tom and Jerry
I am very mentally nuts, spit with quickness
Step to a bitch like baseball, designated to hit this
Got your head spinnin like kickflips, when I rip this
Hardbody like my flows lift weights at Planet Fitness
You can't get with this shit Chris spit I'm this sick hit piff
Till I'm flyin through the air quick as a discus
You simply can't dismiss this, ready to go the distance
In the booth feelin like a fuckin kid on Christmas
This is, me back and fresh as can be
Hell I got more kicks than the UFC
More kicks than Jet Li, or Tekken 3
I'm nice, anybody I've ever met could agree
Could it be? The dude who's droppin analogies
Hustlin to make a salary, and burnin opponents quick as a calorie
I will glad-a-ly, charge up the battery
And swing with a bat and see if I can knock your ass straight out the galaxy
Fact not fallacy, I rapidly drop shit
Pilot in the cock pit and sure as a clock ticks
I'll be here throwin more fists than a mosh pit
50 bars later and I'm still spittin hot shit

Yea bitch, I'm nice!

 

[fox69]

"A.D.D."

"A.D.D."


Yeah,
Put your bottles of Adderall in the air.
It's for everybody with A.D.D.,
You know you got it.
Ha, listen, listen...

I got Attention Deficit Disorder.
I ain't kidding,
I don't know where I'd be
Without the Adderall and Ritalin.
Poppin' them shits three at a time
In heavy dosages
And go back to the doctor like,
"I still can't focus bitch".

That's right,
(What)
It's the A.D.D.
Got officially tested in upstate CT
And after I did my part
The dude went to my parents and was like,
"Hmm, where do I start?
His levels are off the charts, ".

This shit is killin' me,
But still I'm rappin' skillfully
Even with a certified mental disability.
I know ya'll feelin' me
It's driving me mad,
Got A.D.D so bad,
I can't even add.

[Chorus:]
I can't pay attention to nothing,
End of discussion,
I just got that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
And teacher I know that I can't focus,
Whatcha gotta know,
It's just that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.

I day dream more than Lupe,
Sing a different tune.
Space out,
Eye fucking that biddy across the room.
It's true I'm not messing.
This shit would get you stressin',
Teachers callin' on me
I'm like, "Uhh...
Could you repeat the question? ".

I don't pay attention,
I miss out on every lesson.
Get lost 'cause I wasn't listening
When I got the directions;
Start typing in my phone
Then forget who I was texting;
Zone out during sex
And lose my fucking erection.

I really hate this,
Constantly misplace shit.
Losing my wallet, phone, or keys,
On a day to day basis.
It'd probably help
If every night I didn't get wasted,
High enough to be a passenger
Aboard a space ship.

But since I do,
Then fuck it.
Even though losing my scholarship
Is not within my budget.
'Cause son I'm not playin',
I... Uhh...
Shit. I forgot what I was sayin'.

[Chorus:]
I can't pay attention to nothing,
End of discussion,
I just got that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
And teacher I know that I can't focus,
Whatcha gotta know,
It's just that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.

My brain just doesn't work
'Cause of all the drugs I've done.
Plus the A.D.D. to the point
That thinking even hurts.
Teachers try to talk to me
As if I am gonna hear it.
All I do is crack jokes,
Space out,
And write lyrics.

My brain's unraveled over time
Like a rope does.
Lost my mind
Like the change in your sofas.
But I don't gotta take my meds
To spit it dope 'cause
All they do is give me dry mouth
And a coke buzz.

So what?
I can't focus but it's straight.
At least I got a good excuse
When all of my work is late.
Baby, can't pay attention,
But there is still a place
In my brain that allows me to
Murder a mase tape.

Wait,
Maybe it ain't even so bad after all.
Fuck all the doctors,
I don't need to pop an Adderall.
I'll just be a rapper
And such to make bucks.
But if that doesn't work,
Uhh...
I guess I'm fucked.
(Yep)

[Chorus:]
I can't pay attention to nothing,
End of discussion,
I just got that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.
And teacher I know that I can't focus,
Whatcha gotta know,
It's just that
A.D.D, A.D.D, A.D.D,
I just got that A.D.D.

 

[fox69]

"Almost There"
(feat. Miss Daja)

"Almost There"
(feat. Miss Daja)



[Hook: Miss Daja]
They say, They say this life is gonna chew you up and spit you right back out

But this games all I know about and I know it ain't fair

But I’m almost there, I know I’m almost there

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m feeling stuck really what the fuck, I kill it with the lyrics while I struggle for a buck
I’m frustrated, feelin like I shoulda just made it
Making money off of shows but can't even make a payment on a new whip
On the edge I’m really bout to lose it
But the fans keep me motivated I know I can do this
It’s funny, seems like everybody focusing on the lyrical content but I’m barely seeing any money
I’ll leave your nose runny cause I’m so sick yo
Still scrapin together quarters to get bogies down to sicko
I know this life has more in store for me, and if it don't then I'll put a pistol to my temple with nobody forcing me
It’s costing me blood,sweat, and tears and I hate the shit
I love the game this ain't just tryin' to make me rich
I love you hip-hop simple as that
But how much would it hurt to show a little love back

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I been chilling in the basement underground
They in the master bedroom throwin bucks around
Trynna be original every time I drop a rap
But all these labels lookin for another copy cat
Anyone say I’m bitin' Asher or Sam Adams swagger is gettin' knocked out if I catch yas
It's bullshit I've been doing this my whole life
And you say I’m jockin him just because were both white
They say "he's good" but he's no Slim Shady
Well how come every black rapper ain't compared to Jay-Z
I never said I was better than Em-kid
In my humble opinion Marshall's the best that's ever lived
I’m trynna do me and create my own lane
And though the haters gossip at least they’re sayin my name
And if I don't make it then life ain't fair but uh at least I know I was almost there

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So many damn shows I’m basically on tour
So fuck these labels if they ain't knockin at my door
My grass roots fan base is bigger than these dudes that are signin
This is crazy am I losin my mind
Dropped five mixtapes in a year and a half
No Pop-Tart shit
You hear that it's rap
And here are the facts
I grind harder than most of these dudes do
Always got new shit posted on YouTube
Shout to Khalifa cause me and him are supplying the most free music to your speakers
And if you ain't likin it shut your mouth bite your lip
I can't be stopped there's too much fuckin fightin Chris
This is history pen and hand writin this
Poseidon with the flow
King Triton bitch
So close I can taste it
I'll make it
Haters smoke a blunt by yourself and just face it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"At It Again"

"At It Again"


[Verse 1]
Let me set it off cause it's going down
Now I said it, killing beats so producers look around for a medic
I'm the reason Casey Anthony go off without a sentence (I did it)
Plus I'm the reason Snooki got pregnant
Hustle these others cause these fuckers are under my league
They just mad that everyone this summer is bumpin' to me
Jugular punch I'm just like the WWE
Pulling off the rubber and I'll come in your mother for free
Shout to the Workaholics cause I'm a wizard
Drinking liquor till I got my fucking head in a pisser
Puking up my chicken dinner and a piece of my liver
And without brushing my teeth I'm making out with your sister, huh
Cause Webby don't brawl or fight fair
That's why they're falling off like Walter White's hair
Haunt your nightmares I'm givin them cold sweats
I'm at it again, now let the story progress!

[Hook]
See, Webby in the booth then I'm at it again
All I need it's a fucking pad and a pen
I said I'm at it again
Everybody go ahead of your friends
And let the mutant ninja rapper begin
Said I'm at it again
Super villain coming back at the end
I'm on top now, I'm laughing at them
I said I'm at it again
I'm at it again, I'm at it again
I'm at it again, again, again

[Verse 2]
You see, I'm running for title
They running for class president
Burn every last remnant, up in the lab getting in
Pick up the pad, letter it, don't need no swag etiquette
Connecticut, get ready and never give my rap sedative
Foul mouth, mother fucker, better learn to deal with it
Banging Tilla Tequila, then blow a load on Mila's tits
Pull up to your grandmother's house and I make her feel my dick
Milf hunter bitch, I'm as sick as they get
I'll be sipping on my bottle, in a room at the Ritz
With a cougar and shit, holding up a doobie and piff
I don't need no blood test just to prove that I'm sick
I'm fucking loony see me howling at a lunar eclipse
Wolfman like Del Torro, body bigger than Goro
Finish me? My combat styles are mortal
Always rolling deep, bitch better bring a snorkel
Hungry for the money, and I gotta have a fork-full

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Aww Naww"

"Aww Naww"


[Intro]
Yeeeeaaah, Webby

[Hook]
I've been going hard, all these years been on the low
Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door
Now my name is hot so they be acting like they know
And they leading my right through those velvet ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell your friends
It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin

[Verse 1]
Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fight fair
I swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like corned beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet
24 deep on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm used to em
You ain't doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxed
And now you like; "Fuck Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with back bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my window like
Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here
Then head back to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm living differently
The clubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls that used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's literally

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Axe Murder"

"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

 

[fox69]

"Bad Guy"

"Bad Guy"


[Verse 1]
Yeah! I’m Back! Uhh!
I’m the Hip-Hop antichrist, they’ll regret it if they hand me mics
Jack The Ripper, hunting bitches down by candle light
Change of the stanza the nice, brandish a knife
I’m what’s crackin’ like I’m Titan in ya hand in a vice
Huh! My flow nasty, get a Tampax
So many bars you’ll be thinking I’m flippin’ Xanax
fuck catering the bitches when I spit yo’
Go and listen to Drizzy you dumb bimbo
This is real rappin’ Webby flow it with a passion
Get these letters in my brain and cause a chemical reaction
Droppin’ vowels and consonants, powerfully rockin’ it
With enough force to level a continent
What I’m dropping is the right way, I got em’ guessing what I might say
Go bananas like Johnny Drama and Andrew Dice Clay
Since the 9th grade Webby’s been a psychopath
Headphones on in detention when I was writing raps
Queue the lightning crash, queue the smoke machines
A fact that you should fear, even Joe Rogan screams
Dopamine and adrenaline till’ I’m hemorrhaging
The fuckin’ villain is back in this bitch you better remember him

[Hook]
Say good bye to the bad guy
No fuckin’ around, don’t gotta ask why
I’ll be here until they bury me and that’s why
They know to run when they see me, I’m the motherfucka’ hunting your dreams

I’m the motherfuckin’ bad guy
No fuckin’ around, don’t gotta ask why
I’ll be here until they bury me and that’s why
They no to run when they see me, I’m they motherfucka’ hunting your dreams

[Verse 2]
Yeah! Yeah!
You can catch me where the wild things be at
Hit em’ so quick they can’t even react, even an Atheist would believe that
fuck shootin’ guns, I fire cannon balls
With a physical strength of a Neanderthal
Roar! I’m a Tyrannosaurus Rex
Start by beating up the verses and I’ll slam the chorus next
Gotta stand-a for success and for me it’s being the best
The games like a bench presser let me get it off my chest, I’m a vet
But I ain’t checking on the healthiness of any K-9s
I’m giving you the news bitch, NBC dateline
Hear me through the grapevine, murdering tracks
Leave you laying in the bed where they do surgeries at
I been the hottest dude under the sun
Beating me? You got a better chance fucking a nun
fuck it I’m done, got my competition on the run
Won’t be happy till I’m number one, deadly with the tongue
Rap bandito doing coke by the kilo
The mad super villain is back... Magneto
So bow down to me or get eaten like sushi
So fuck you and have a great day... yours truly

[Hook]
Say good bye to the bad guy
No fuckin’ around, don’t gotta ask why
I’ll be here until they bury me and that’s why
They know to run when they see me, I’m the motherfucka’ hunting your dreams

I’m the motherfuckin’ bad guy
No fuckin’ around, don’t gotta ask why
I’ll be here until they bury me and that’s why
They no to run when they see me, I’m they motherfucka’ hunting your dreams.

 

[fox69]

"Bar For Bar"

"Bar For Bar"



Yeah...Webby
I drop 50 bars, mad bars, raised the bar twice
The bars are on me all night
If they wanna go bar for bar we can do it on sight
I'm a beast, you're gonna never see me lose a bar fight

Everyone got an opinion but they won't step up
Can do a fucking handstand still got no leg up
So go ahead, talk your shit, yo, come on get tough
I'll Instagram a dick pic, you could all get fucked
I'm still as sick as a malaria patient, I'm very impatient
Stomping up the stairs of the basement (I'm coming)
No hibernation, yo, this bear is awakened
And half the game be softer than what Ben and Jerry are making
I'm a transcendentalist with literary arrangements
Vocabulary is like a dictionary replacement
But they only talking money and they last time I was checking
The greater percentage of America is in a recession (hold up) (what)
So what you're sayin' is these diamond crusted necklaces
And convoluted messages is really what you're messing with
Where's the dope shit what happened to that
Back when people stepped up to the mic and actually rapped
But now I'm on it, been here for a minute, and now I'm back to get them
Had this devil on my shoulder during catechism
Staying high from the purple and the hash I'm hitting
Brain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolism
I'm here to rap a rhythm, so why you saying shit (why)
So many fucking punch lines, I'm about to break my wrist
Undefeated, yo, I'm hard to be playing with
I'm the king, alter alias is Marcus Aurelius
Killing beats, murder scene, and I'm washing my hands carefully
Scrubbing all the blood out the trunk of the Grand Cherokee
In need of therapy but the doctor's scared of me
Says I need a trip to Shutter Island cuz apparently
I've lost my damn mind,yo, I'm sick in the head
The reason women say that chivalry's dead
I'm that guy, trying to find some company laying in misery's bed
Staying blunted with a fifth to the head
Judge Dredd with a weapon now, laser beam flow bout to blast that
Mother fucking lyricist, you can hashtag that
Freestyle crazy, they like; "Yo, how he rap that?"
So hot off the top, I'll melt the plastic in my snapback
In a hatchback running people over till your body parts are stuck in my motor
Never sober, I got to charge my G-Pen like 12 times every weekend
Sharks and minnows with it always treading in the deep end, shit who needs friends
I got my headphones, an iPod, rhyme book and a pen, homes
Shit, I even got bars in a dead zone
I get it crackin' like chiropractors with neck bones
Shit, I been slept on, way too fucking long now
Studied every fork in the road taking the long route (yes sir)
Mapped it out like cartography, build my bridges strong
And now I know that anyone that stomps at me will tremble in my hands
Run them off my lands, see I always stuck it to the man
Fuck it, cuz I can, bringing out the ruckus is my plan
Puffing on a gram, if you want some trouble I'm your man
Comfortably stand right where I'm at
Soon to be legend, ain't no fighting the facts
About to rise to be a mother fucking titan of rap
Give them pieces of my soul and put my life in a track
In the game where people quick to put that knife in your back
Gotta teach yourself to move like a wolf or get preyed on
Fuck blowing up the real challenge is to stay on
You must be fucking stupid if you take on
This crazy white boy, keep my game face on
And my shades on, and my brim low, and my mind right
Cooking up a sick flow, chewing through my leash, now see the kid go
Because now we here bitch, welcome to the show

 

[fox69]

"Bars On Me"

"Bars On Me"



Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch, just like a uterus,
And I don't need no lubricated condom when I'm doing this.
Always got a doobie lit, swerve behind the wheel and maneuver it,
20-20 with it they use my eyes and see the future with 'em.
Moving shit, I'm just trying to be what I'm supposed to be,
Supposedly I'm dope, Saint Nicholas ain't as cold as me.
Thing we got in common is I'm always with a hoe or three.
Make it drop it like someone with Parkinson's carrying groceries.
'Cause I'm here and I rap that shit, doing shows and stacking chips,
Take my shirt off when I spit, that's why your girl is on my dick.
Got these tats all on my body and a pocket full of piff,
Fill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby, take a hit.
See, I'm running for the title, everybody voting Webster.
Drinking straight tequila out a motherfucking blender
Middle finger stay up, nobody can censor
I'm a dog, always sniffing for the female gender.
Friend her up on Facebook and from there it's a wrap,
Send her poke and then tomorrow she'll be sitting on my lap.
Even back, when I was broke, my girlies always had a rack
Love them big titty bitches with bodies covered in tats.
It's that marijuana twister, a twist and grabbing ladies from the mixer
Then I bring 'em to the telly and crack a bottle of liquor.
'Cause I never gave a fuck, I'm the type to bang your sister,
Then go back to your crib and fuck your moms like Stiffler.
I hope you get the picture, take it on your Kodak,
Up in Webby's World you cannot reach me with a road map
To find that you need Adderall, Ambien and some Prozac.
Always cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves at.
Keep on dropping heat, all you players grab your cleats,
'Cause I'm all in this game for winning, I don't settle for defeat.
From the suburbs to the streets I will stand by what I speak
And I don't even know what this bitch is saying up on the beat.

But I got a hundred bars on me,
Everything that we throw on, the credit card's on me.
Every drink that we get, the titty bar's on me
And I'll be living just like this until my heart don't beat.
Bitches it's Chris Webby, that whitey who spit deadly,
With my foot up on the pedal like I'm Mario Andretti.
Fucker, I rap flames and murder the rap game
Spittin' 'til I'm number one with a bullet like Max Payne.
Got that Nerf gun tucked and I'll aim it at your gut,
Better duck is the track that cracker and slapper of big but.
Getting drunk, always looking for some double D cups,
But in the lab I'll cook it up like I'm Wolfgang Puck.

Get in the game and I go straight H.A.M.,
When I get the rock up in my hand,
'Cause I'm here to get it popping, just exactly how I planned.
Take a stand right here for this rapping shit and keep my lyrics accurate
Test me while beating Webby, just simply will never happen.
Bitch, salute me, 'cause truly, I be the dopest on the chords,
Master Yoda with the bars, I'm a Jedi with the Force.
That's 'cause Webby done got that flow, they get act like they don't know,
But they ain't fucking with me, period, yo, fanito.