Chris Webby

[fox69]

"Starry Eyed"

"Starry Eyed"


[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Some of these people think I'm famous, well shit I guess I am
It's like every time I go out in CT I see a fan
They're like "Webby your the man", and I'm like god damn
This shit is gettin' crazy even though it's been the plan
Since I sat in 6th grade writin' lyrics on my hand
Dreamin' of the fame and fortune every second that I can
Or I could half the time now I'm finally achievin' it
So if you really got yourself a dream and you believe in it
Then follow it and if they hate don't worry bout the beef and shit
Keep it moving everyday and not for any reason quit
Your friends will say your changin', a lot will turn their backs
Even though its just a job nobody looks at it like that
This my way of makin' money, my fuckin' career choice
And they mad I get a paycheck strictly off my voice
But the bad comes with the good when you chillin' in the game
Because now these chicks are DTF from the moment they hear my name
Like
It's Chris Webby by the way

[Hook:]
Oh, oh, starry eyed

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
This game is fuckin' crazy it'll turn homies to enemies
But you gotta rise above it I don't let it get to me
The past is the past though you got some good memories
People turn they back and all you gotta do is let it be
I tried to help a dude once
Help him get a little shine did a track, smoked some blunts
Even kicked it with him as a friend, blazed and spit flows
Got drunk, talked shit, even brought him to my shows
And he was still young so I showed him the ropes
Brought him to some college parties and introduced him to hoes
Then he turned around and dissed me, no doubt I got played
But while he's sittin' up in Brooklyn I be up on stage
Karma is a bitch and I'm makin' it clear
If you want me to get back first get a career
I'll be livin' Hip-Hop 'till the day that I die
And with all this buzz I'm gettin' everybody's starry eyed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large?
You gotta work for it everyday, grind hard
Takin' days off isn't in my repertoire
I got a mean work ethic and endless amounts of bars
They try to say I'm fake, it didn't work for the spot
That's why I've got every east side burb on lock
And it doesn't stop there I get bumped on the block
They all spinnin' "La La La" when they be twistin' up pot
And now they recognize me and haters always try me
Its like because I'm finally successful they despise me
Why can't you all be happy I'm a kid like you
Who's just tryin' to make me some money off these shows I do
If you could do it wouldn't you?
That's what every kid is dreamin' of
Who couldn't shoot hoops or excel in academia
This is for the kids with A.D.D
Who were told they won't amount to nothin', baby just look at me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Stop Me Shinin'"
(feat. Sam Davies)

"Stop Me Shinin'"
(feat. Sam Davies)



Ea, it's Chris Webby. Yup, CT where you at?
Check, y'all mother fuckers can hate all the fuck you want.
You can't stop me from shinin'. Ha. Yea.

[Verse 1:]
You can't stop my shinin', drop fly rhymin'
And all day for love of hip hop I'm grindin'
Grindin' grindin', make sparks and blind em
Now throw that beat in like it was said so by Simon
I'm in, tougher than a double black diamond
Hofstra's Mufasa, watch out for the lion
I'm just a dog like Bryan, Griffin
Try and, listen I am, Christian
Graduated out of a prepped out academy
Leapt out, instead of a step out done gradually
That'll be the day I always used to think
Back having braces and only juice to drink
My mom's a math teacher my dad plays guitar
My dog's a Bichon, so I can't act hard
Only child in the bunch, I been told I'll go mad far
Fifth grade I said, "Mom I wanna be a rap star! "
And the whole family was taken aback
Embracing rap? Is he seriously taking the path
After a few years of practice I just played em a track
And now their all dead convinced I'll be famous in fact, cause

[Chorus x2: Samantha Davies]
Cause you could try to stop me shinin'
Or try to hold me down
But I'm a have to keep on grindin'

[Verse 2:]
Every single day I shine bitch, rhyme sick
I spit, till I can't breathe some one give me the Heimlich
My waves are seismic, got fly chicks on my dick
As time ticks, I spit it so hot I change climates
Cause I'm just a crazy white boy with mad talent
A Libra believe dog I'm a stay balanced
With a gallon of liquor within my bladder
Get higher than six ladders, and rock shows like Mic Jagger
Badder than anybody that you've ever seen
Rollin' up that ever green, since way before seventeen
Got a clever scheme, and I hit em with track power
Writin' lyrics stayin' up all night like Jack Bauer
I act louder, and way more belligerent
Got that keg on tap till I'm killin' it
Layin' down the rules like a syllabus
Speaking in gibberish
Tearing shit down more than a little bit
Cause I, have the flow and have the rhythm
That's why shit is coming together like magnetism
This cat is spittin', separating fact from fiction
Murdering the crowd with every single rap I've written (I'm nice!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I ain't a thug from the hood but can't stop my shinin'
So shoot me nine times gettin' rich, I'll die tryin'
And then I'll know that you hearin' it
Cause I won't stop till I'm on top like dessert in the food pyramid
Period, I'm clever with with
Cause if Winnie's the Pooh, then Webby's the shit
White boy murders tracks, leave em restin' in peace
So I'm a let Sam kill it for the rest of the beat, peace (I'm out)

 

[fox69]

"Stranger"

"Stranger"


[Evil Laughs]

I'm a Super Villian where the fucks Kick ass?
One kick to the chest will give em whiplash
Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up
Twist a Bamboo, cause bein sober sucks
I'm the dopest young buck with this rap shit
Crazy motha fucker in need of a strait jacket
Rap it, grab the track and face bash it
Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket
Ha, cause you know I leave em hurt son
On the Grassy Knoll. sniper rifle nerf gun
You ain't ready for the crazy shit that Chris will pull
Fuckin despicable, leavin every hater miserable
Kicked back, so come on and distract
I hit em so hard they can't help it but sit back
I spit raps amazing
They flip the fuck out like Liam Neeson
When his daughter was kidnapped and taken

[Chorus]

I'm mentally insane
On more cocaine than Rick James
Chuggin doober while I be drivin and switch lanes
This kids brains suffer psychosis
Runnin into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roast clip
The dope shit, that roll, and smoke shit
Hotter then bein on the equator with a code zip
Get your boat flipped
I leave em capsized
They smell the chronic in the air when I pass by
I give em bad vibes
But you know I flow butter
DC, Boston the stone cold stoner
I took a shovel out and I buried The Undertaker
Drop the scissors and attack rocks with paper
Lord Vader mixed with a little Darth Maul
Pedal to the medal til the fuckin car stalls
Adderall, Ritalin, LSD
I'm meet you up in Webby's world
Yo, Follow me!

[Chorus]

I always got one eye open like a coked up Cyclops
No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops
Kill a beat when I grab the mic, watch
Connect more dots than a bag of dice got
The Raps I drop get flipped like IHOP
Throw more kicks the nukes I bought cause I rock
Make time stop like the Prince of Persia
Wanted in 47 states lyrical murder
So believe the shit, I plead the fifth
After a four speed of bulimic chicks Swedish fish
I'm an evil prick
With some diesel pits
Slaughter any competition that I'm beefin' with
Beatin Chris? Nah, not likely
I whoop my own ass with a tire iron now come fight me
Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin
Givin Satan himself this free promotion
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeahhh

 

[fox69]

"Strong"
(feat. D. Lector)

"Strong"
(feat. D. Lector)



[Intro:]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Uh, I'm rollin' up, steady blazin' good
With more bars than an Irish neighborhood
You wanna step, I wouldn't say you should
So homie, step aside, I got 'em petrified
I run circles around rappers for exercise
I got the best supplies, puff puff passin' it
Rappin' it immaculate, on point, accurate
Passionate, every last technique I mastered it
So I'm ready for war, Montagues and Capulets
But this ain't Shakespeare, I've been rappin' for more than eight years
Eleven in fact, homie so stay clear
These new rappers think they can see me with a sentence
So I call 'em out, like a teacher doin' attendance
I'm nobody's apprentice, I learned it all from practice
I knew in sixth grade that I be following this rap shit
And back then Webby killed it with rhyme
Givin' listeners goosebumps like I'm R. L. Stein
Grind!

[Chorus: x2]
So strong on the mic
Armed for a fight
Never seen somebody go this fuckin' hard in ya life

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
You see I used to bag O's like General Mills
Now I'm on a paper chase for those federal bills
Cop kush in large quantity, never seen me buy a gram
Hard body like Downey Jr. in Iron Man
I'm a war machine, smoother than Aquaform
Killin' 'em like Aries, I'm the God of war
Got some Gabogool Macaroni meatball
Italiano's on the mic until the beat stalls
I make 'em freefall, don't need a parachute
I'm goin' in with a suit of armor and a pair of boots
I'm no Bear Jew but Webby will scare you
Every ligament I'm gonna tear you, there you
Go, try to outdo me, how dare yo
I blow 'em out like a Jersey Shore hairdo
I spit it dope of course, let me hold the torch
Enough power inside me to battle Voldemort

[Chorus: x2]
So strong on the mic
Armed for a fight
Never seen somebody go this fuckin' hard in ya life

[Verse 3: D. Lector]
I'm high up in the clouds and I'm hidin' in the NASA spacecraft
With a pint of gin, product of my environment
Writin' with the eye of the tiger and I've been rhyming since
Well, before my first Flintstone vitamin
Leave you lying in a bloody mess like Tiny Tim
Legs dangling like snapped strings on a violin
Tatted like Iverson, Klonopin's collidin' in
My stomach full of JD, Vicodin and Heineken
King of pop, I caught his rifle, MJ is frightening
So beat it, or get jacked son, don't make me bring Michael in
Fucked up, I might have been, shut up, you're lighter than a lighter
I sound like a muscle car idling
Fucking nasty, raspy as Ras Kass combined with Cannabis
Mixed with white trash and hasheesh
A dog like Lassie, the type to fuck Mary Kate
Raw in the ass and pass the camera to Ashley

[Chorus: x3]
So strong on the mic
Armed for a fight
Never seen somebody go this fuckin' hard in ya life

 

[fox69]

"Success"

"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

 

[fox69]

"Sunny Afternoon"

"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

 

[fox69]

"Superhuman"

"Superhuman"


I always wanted to be a superhero man
Have my own super power and shit
Well now I do

I grew up and only child, young Webby in the playpen
Just me and my giant imagination
Playing with my ninja turtles and my spacemen
And reading books instead of going out to make friends
Other kids liked girls and they played sports
I was in my own world on a strange course
Everywhere, I had a pen in my hand
It's like being a rapper was already the plan
But naww, I was writing short stories and drawing pictures
My creative energy was off the Richter
Looking up to superheroes in my comics
The love and respect that they got's what I wanted
But how could I do it, my skills seem useless
Up until I got introduced to rap music
I fell in love that day, and I knew
That just maybe I could have a super power too

[Hook:]
I'm going crazy, that's what they said but I kept it moving
Cause the dreams all I got even if they all said I could never do it
But I never slowed down
I just kept my head straight 'til I made a movement
And now... I'm feeling super human

Years went by and I kept on practicing
Even when it seemed the shit was never happening
Freestyle cyphers on a blunt ride after them
High school parties, writing songs, rap battling
Had me thinking that my super powers were building
Starting feeling I could really change the world with what I'd written
Still continued to write, made a conscious decision
To keep it real on the mic and give em my life
Through the good bad and ugly, my fans still rock with me
Fuck a gimmick, my gimmick is brutal honesty
And they respect that, so I show respect back
Since that first time at school that I took off my pen cap
Wrote my first bars, scribbled lyrics at my desk
In a five subject notebook and I filled every section
Page after page as my skills kept channeling
Young Anakin, now the force can't handle him

[Hook]

My super powers have evolved better look out
Shit I'm Gambit with a full house
Magneto in a metal room
Imhotep when he left the tomb
Superman in the air now
I'm Scott Summers in a stare down
No one's stepping to the shit I'm doing
I'm here and I'm super human

[Scratched:]
"I-I-I got an S on my chest"

 

[fox69]

"Take Me Home"
(feat. Slaine)

"Take Me Home"
(feat. Slaine)



[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I’m a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet
Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant
A rock star poppin’ rotches in bars
Used to flip bud now just rappin’ cop me a car
No tellin’, Connecticut felon, I GPS ‘em
And find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman
I never cease to impress ‘em
I cardiac arrest ‘em
With every studio session I'm killin' ‘em, no question
Webb’s back, better hold your breath when I’m rhyming homes
I murder beats, I’m Jonah Hex on the microphone
Fiends saying I’m the dopest yet
And haters? I shrug ‘em off until my fucking shoulders sweat
I’m breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones
Scored a hand, I’m the winner playing the Game of Thrones
fuck beef, my rapping style’s filet mignon
Gettin’ drunk, fuck yo’ driver, somebody take me home

[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch

[Verse 2: Slaine]
I know that I should change, but I don’t really think I can
It’s just part of my nature – I never cracked, I never ran
The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam
I always kept on fighting, that’s exactly who I am
And this is who I am, no way that I can change it
I’m buckwild, stupid, and dangerous
My best friends are not strangers
These are the motherfuckers I hang with
We speak the same language
And I ain’t saying French, English, or Spanish, or Spanglish
I mean pain and anguish, this cocaine slangin’ bang-bang shit
MAC-11s that we aim with
In other words, I’m rolling with the same clique I came with
I’m the sameness and fuck being famous
Fame dreams are for groupies
I’m a real-life gangster that you ain’t seen in the movies
What I mean is I’m truly off the hook
Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I’m that Boston crook

[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back
Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag
I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me
Stealing all the fucking insulin from Wilford Brimley
“Diabetes,” rappers could never beat us
I been spittin’ shit like this since I was just a fuckin’ fetus
Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome
Rollin’ up the Diesel, I’m burning like Jim Rome
bitch!

[Verse 4: Slaine]
Yeah, standin’ here’s a man with the past, the inspiration
For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient
The infiltration of the game
Born from a central hatred of fame
A pencil shaking with pain
An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I became
My paragaph’s insane, are futuristic pictures of the past from which I came
And this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son
My whole career’s a robbery that they could never scoop me from

[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Take me home now bitch
(Take me home)
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
(Take me home)
Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
(Take me home)
Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch

 

[fox69]

"Temper, Temper"

"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.

 

[fox69]

"That's Life"

"That's Life"



See life’s a crazy thing man
Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down
At least we alive

They tellin’ me, tellin’ me, tellin’ me, "Life is amazin’"
Then why am I runnin’ from all of my problems in bottles of Jameson?
I’m stuck in this cycle of self-medication
Not only me, it’s probably you
We all got our vices, gettin us through
For all the shit life will leave at our shoes
On the door step like the daily news
But what can we do? Just buckle the fuck up, and get to enjoyin’ the ride
At least we alive, even when everything seems like it sucks, just keep that in mind
I know, know, know, that ain’t no one keepin’ me down
Just tryin’ to stay with them positive vibes until I’m six feet in the ground
I don’t even need me a casket, just take all my cremated ashes
Throw ‘em up high, and let the wind take ‘em wherever it pleases whenever it passes
But until that day I’ma keep my head high, live life my way
Through all the frustration, all of the pain, all that you really could say is, “That’s life”

They tellin’ me, tellin’ me, tellin’ me, "Look on the bright side"
But that silver linin’ ain’t easy to see when I’m sittin’ and watchin’ the time fly
So if you feelin’ likewise, just follow me, follow me, follow me down
Shit I don’t know where the fuck that I’m goin’ but nobody’s stoppin’ me now
Whether or not I’m the popular sound
The radio station on public opinions
Nothin’ to me, I’m not stuck in my feelings
Fuck how they feelin’, I grinded for years and got peanuts compared to these others with millions
But uh, I’m not complainin’ man
The thing about problems, dude, we get caught up in
Forget that everyone else has got ‘em too
These dark circles, sittin’ under my eyes
I spark purple, ‘cause I’m stuck in this bind
I’m star searchin’, but there’s nothin’ to find
So when they ask me if it’s worth it, I just tell ‘em, “That’s life”

That’s life man
Fuck it, at least we livin’, right?