Chris Webby

[fox69]

"Let's Do It Again"

"Let's Do It Again"


[Verse 1:]
I've had some of my best times chillin' at the bar yo
Doing stupid shit, that I won't remember tomorrow
Waking up confused, still wearing my shoes
Thinking back like ''Yoo What the fuck did I do?!''
Nights like this started with a pre-game
Give me an auxiliary chord, now I'm the DJ
Playing what I wanna hear, none of the Pop shit
Give me the Big L, Wu Tang and Pac shit
Drinking till I'm buzzing like my phone's on vibrate
Taking another shot just to clear my mind state
Now I'm feeling good, never any less
So I'd like to welcome you to Project X
Yeah yeah yeahh
All you need is that 5 dollars for a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up

[Bridge:]
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again

[Hook:]
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again

[Verse 2:]
And I don't wanna push my luck
Cause I'm already so drunk
I just threw my dinner up (But fuck it)
I've been trained to be a weekend warrior
So the puke and rally move is in my wheelhouse, of course sir
Living on the border
There is no other option
Even if the memories we make are all forgotten
I'll be sipping my concoction
I'm mid twenties, drinking like I'm 18 back in high school
Is that a problem?
Na man, this is not a race
Imma have my fun now
And mature at my own pace
Cause for years I've been living this exact same way
I'm like Bill Murray in Groundhogs' day

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
It's getting late now, late as the night can
Girl under my left arm, bottle in my right hand
Everybody's drunk now, most of them are passed out
Reach into my back pocket and pull a bag out
Then finally the herb come around
Blunt ride back and burn the fuck down
Getting so high, that my contacts dry
Put the visine in my eyes
So go and live your lives, we'll only get to do it once
Have some fun with it yo
Everybody loosing up, go and do some stupid stuff
Isn't that what's life about?
Man I'm having fun and if you're not, then you should try it out

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mad Bars"

"Mad Bars"


Yeah. This shit right here is for all the haters (haters). Alright?
Everybody sayin', "Yo dude, you can't spit."
And I'm like, I'm like, "Yo fuck that I can spit! ".
Ha. So uh, let me just lay down mad bars.
(Mad bars) Yeah.

I'll spit a whole bunch of bars
Re-roll up cigars.
I am greater than the rest,
Super nova, the stars.
You're just the common cold
I am sors,
I do not spar,
Every single blow will hit hard.
And I know what you are,
And hm, you're not me.
Outdo you in anything,
Bitch just watch me.

I drop shit on any topic,
Hottnes,
Then swap spit with hot chicks
And get my cock licked.
I'm a rot pit
Mixed with a little bijon.
Hugh Heff in a flesh
Stay rollin' with three blondes.
So don't hate this,
I can't help that I'm great bitch.
I spit a rhyme and I'm oudie (Audi),
Like an A6.

I make hits
And I hit the marijuana.
Then beat the shit out of Rihanna
Just because I wanna.
Haha. Nah, I ain't Chris Brown.
I am Chris Web.
CT is listenin' to everything this kid says.
The only time I get bread's
At a meal
Before my main course,
God damn I need a deal.

I'm broke out on bail
And I'm livin' with my parents.
But I spit,
And got these high school girls starin'.
Darin' to be different,
Apparently it's rhythm
That's keeping me goin'
Every moment
That Webby be spittin'.
Spittin' like I got a loogie
Stuck in my throat.
But fuck it
I'm dope.
The ring leader's runnin' the show.

So ring around the rosie,
With a pocket full of OC's.
Pop 'em all at once
And OD,
Oh me!
Oh my!
So high!
I don't even want to land
Contraband in my waistband
Rip it 'cause I can.
Half man,
Half ninja turtle,
Half a fuckin' head case.
If I don't make it on the mic,
I'll make a sex tape.
Me, Kim Kardashian, and Paris
In a three way.
Earn a right to disk
And make a million off of ebay.

I got true blood
Runnin' in my veins.
Sharper than a vampire's fangs,
Bang!
Sneeze a lightning bolt
'Cause I'm always spitting thunder.
Runnin' shit like Ari
Cause drama like Vince's brother.

Smoother than butter
With a pocket full of rubbers
And skills that'll make your girl
S-s-s-s-stutter.
Back up in this mother fucker
With avengence.
Make 'em pause
Like they got a comma in their sentence.
You can tell them this shit
As soon as I hit the entrance.
Fuck the shampoo
We rollin' that Herbal Essense.

'Cause I'm great like Alexander.
Two pokie balls,
Hanging,
Spit flames like charmander.
And I got your chick
Wetter than a blastoise
She said I'm sexy
And she love my raspy ass voice.
I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house
Ask Roise
Fucking with Webby is just a bad choice!

I'm a mother fucking goblin man.
Get the Cablevision,
Rhythm, rippin' on demand.
You can see me with the mic on my sonogram
And the doc was like,
"Hm, I think we've got a problem ma'am".
Had a rattle in my right hand
Dutchie in the other, kid,
Diaper on my ass
Thirty rac up in the fucking crib.

Had 'em sayin,
"What the fuck is up? ".
'Cause all I do is fill up cups
And puff a dutch.
Rollin' with a crew of giants
Like Justin Tucks
So if you really wanna step
Better muscle up
'Cause I really got to show 'em
When enough's enough.

'Cause now these rappers trying to bite me
Like scruff mcgruff.
Gotta get these damn dogs youthinized.
I am back,
I'll as can be,
And super-sized
Like Star Fox
I am truly fly.
Can't do what I do,
Excuse you...

I be runnin' shit with my manager
Younger than me.
When I'm young as fuck,
And still nobody fucking with me.
I am in A&R's wet dream
Ready for the shit
'Cause the games a fucking rap
When they let Webby in this bitch.

Because the game's a fucking rap
When they let Webby in this bitch. [x2]

Yeah, you know.
Mad bars.
Maaaad bars.
Spit straight on any mixtape.
I'm I'll.
Yeah, what.

 

[fox69]

"Mamacita"

"Mamacita"


Yeah, yep, my mamacita. Check, okay.

She's the picture of perfection let's start with that,
Tend to give an elderly man a heart attack.
She bad,
So God damn sexy,
Thinkin' dirty thoughts every single time she texts me.
Bedroom hot and heavy,
Naked and sweaty.
Hour after hour,
Non-stop stay ready.
We both down for whatever,
That's why I got you,
And you got me
Till we rollin' to the top boo.

She's like a top model,
And I'm an I'll rapper.
Time to kick it
Roll a blunt
And just chill after;
Pop a pill after,
Shit we're both nuts.
Tellin' us to slow up
And we're like, so what?

'Cause we don't give a fuck,
And they know it.
Throw our middle fingers up,
Bitch blow it.
The sex gets rough,
I got the scars to show it.
But she's the only one I roll with,
That's my baby.

[Chorus]
She's the one that I keep to the side of me,
Ready to roll
'Cause mami gon' ride with me.
From the moment the sun goes down
Untill the moment...
So sexy with every damn thing she do
That's why I can't hold back when I'm bangin' you.
She my, she my, my mamacita (cita).
She my, my mamacita.

She likes to fuck on the regular,
But baby I'm ahead of you,
I've been doing dirty,
You tamed a sexual preditor,
And since
It's hard for me to keep my dick in my pants,
I guess this is the chance
For me to find true romance.

Mami like 5'2,
Dark tan complexion.
Nice ass,
Real tits,
With a slim midsection.
I know
Every dude stays lookin' at you,
But since you're coming home with me
There ain't shit I gotta do.

You do
Something to me
Fucking with me
Under the sheets
Baby girl's nothing but freaks.
She's 500 degrees,
So hot and spicy.
Grab me, scratch me, slap me, bite me.

'Cause since she got an attitude,
She always wanna fight me.
But since I like it rough,
We can do it on the nightly.
We stay getting drunk and fight
But it's igh.
Yo it's worth it,
The make up sex is so tight.

[Chorus]
She's the one that I keep to the side of me,
Ready to roll
'Cause mami gon' ride with me.
From the moment the sun goes down
Untill the moment...
So sexy with every damn thing she do
That's why I can't hold back when I'm bangin' you.
She my, she my, my mamacita (cita).
She my, my mamacita.

She a dime piece [?]
Everybody know her
Girly's well known
Sending me naked pictures on the cell phone.
Baby girl,
I really think that I'm loving you.
Either that,
Or shit
I'm addictied to fucking you but...

It's whatever
We gon' ride till the sun's up.
HIt it harder then nun chucks [?],
Making you cum, yup.
I am one up on all of the rest,
Because I do it like I done it
And I did it the best.

Sex drive on full throttle,
You know what I'm about,
What?
Give a fuck,
If we wake the people in your house up.
Yeah, mami so sexual.
Don't gotta stretch 'cause them legs so flexible.

Pop an X-pill
And just fuck for 5 hours.
From the bed to the floor
And the floor to the shower.
Dry off a little and it's back to the bed,
'Cause she my mamacita
Yo you heard what I said.

Holla (she my, my mamacita). Yeah (she my, my mamacita... [etc]). Holla. (Mamacita...)

 

[fox69]

"Master Of The Ceremony"

"Master Of The Ceremony"


[Verse 1:]
Webby goin’ hard you can tell when I drop a line
It’s like I’ve had my lyrics genetically modified
Sap givin’ me beats is like feedin’ a mogwai, after twelve o’ clock in the dark
‘Cause I rap like I’m bout to stuff you in your spot into sarcophagi
Oh my God am I, blackin’ out again like I’m hangin’ out with that Cosby guy?
Killin’ rappers as easy as swattin’ flies, with that old school vibe, it’s just like I’ve been fossilized
Murder shit, like they legalize the Purge when I’m rappin’
They chokin’ like they havin’ some kind of allergic reaction
See I’m nervously scratchin’ on they epidermis and that’s when I know I’ll leave a crime scene, get the surgical napkins
Hackin’, slashin’, cuttin’, leavin’ your mufuckin’ head sufferin’ from about twenty different concussions
Every time I try to get my life together, then the fans be like, “Man, where the crazy Webby, yo, I like him better”
So at last I’ll give the people what they’ve asked for
Just get my weed, whisky, see them pills there? Grab four
Get my razor blade, I’ll roll up twenty in my glass RooR
Meet me at the back door, tell them that I’m back, whore
I’m back, fuckers, huh, let’s go

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I’ve ever known is that I’ma do me
A true MC, yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony

[Interlude: Sap]
Yeah Web, talk that shit
Talk that shit, we don’t let up on these fuckers

[Verse 2:]
A new rap song with Miley Cyrus? Sorry I don’t buy it
This is Hip-Hop, and now we all fuckin’ surrounded by this
Rap, pop, and these bottles, and twerkin’ it right on my dick
So fuckin’ numb is the culture, we’re like, “I kinda like it…”
That ain’t the shit you bump by yourself, get inspired by it
Ain’t the shit that makes you start up a movement, incite a riot
And give a voice to the people who need to be blindly guided
And see somebody to follow, so I’ll be their Iron Giant
To help ‘em forget their problems, at least for a fuckin’ moment
When they throw them beats on and I speak to ‘em and console ‘em
Got fans, just know that like Caesar you could control ‘em
Now what would y’all do with a legion of fuckin’ Romans
Us is entertainers, the ones with a chance to rhyme
Gotta give these people something authentic to stand behind
These rapper say they care, but that’s only on camera time
Then they go right back to rappin’ ‘bout strippers
And damn it I’m, fuckin’ sick of all this stackin’ money, spendin’ money, throwin’ money
Shit it’s a recession, most these listeners are owin’ money
Cash Money, Young Money, his money, her money
But chances are they ain’t never talkin’ ‘bout your money
Fuck money, know what I mean? This real Hip-Hop shit right here

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I’ve ever known is that I’ma do me
A true MC, yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony

 

[fox69]

"Mission Statement"

"Mission Statement"



Yeah, Webster
See I've been quiet for a minute, now these bitches think that I lost my sound
Everybody chill, I've been getting my business off the ground
Finally successful, but to you that means I sold out?
Well fuck it so let's remind these people that there's really no doubt
Webby's still the beast that he's always been, and I rap hard
So check my wifi signal yo, I still got mad bars
Whippin' like it's NASCAR, still no one can touch me
All you pound puppies never stepping to a husky
Repping for Connecticut, stomping on you midgets
Smoking weed, taking pills, fuck it where the whipits?
No one can ever do it like I did it
Spit so big you gotta right click it, scroll down and zip it
I'm Santa Claus's misfit rolling with a thick bitch
Rappers out here ollieing, me I triple kick flip
Murder any beat and leave the listeners to witness
Jason Statham ever scared to put my name up on his hit list
I watch these record labels all assemble the full
Rise terrible rappers whose skill levels is questionable
They have a hit single or two and disappear into obscurity
Me? I paid my dues that's why these motherfuckers heard of me
Haters getting madder now, wishing I would beat it
All because I fucked they girl on the top of my Tempur-Pedic
Sprinke sugar on the bible- sweet jesus
Punchline pros leaving rappers with they teeth chipped
Webby been a genius, like I told 'em previous
Usuain Bolt on the track can't compete with this
The state of hip hop now is straight tragic
Turn the radio on, what do you know- some more wack shit
Except for a select few, because if your nice, then your nice
Salute, I respect you
Cause half of these cats raping these days are from a test tube
A puppet to the label that they're soon to be in debt to
Me? I'm fucking meant for this
Downloaded and rendered it
Really in the game now, I'm through with my apprentice shit
Kids these days don't even listen to the sentences
They bumping Gucci but don't know who Jimi Hendrix is
Cranking Drake songs while they're cruising in their mom's jeep
But never heard of Big L, Rakim, or Mobb Deep (fuck that)
That's why I'm here to spit crack
Kids blowing up without paying homage to the legends, I ain't with that
This shit is crazy man, it's depressing really
The game is smoke & mirrors never let deception get me
I keep my guard up so if they come and step to Chris
These wannabe rappers about to get ate like it's 7:50
Nobodies diss me? Fuck so what?
They just want me to use their name so that their buzz goes up
So keep yapping it, pretending we got personal beef
Like I'm gonna lose sleep? Shit I never even heard of you B
We took some BIG and some Pac and mixed it up in a pot
And Eminem is what we got so is it really a shock
That another Caucasian rapper sticks out of the flock
That's got the lyrical capacity to level a block
I'm still chilling playing Nintendo
Faded off the Benzos
Fucking these hoes, you just stuck up in the friend- zone
Your girl texting me, ending with an XO
Fuck your Emojis, let me see them breasts yo
I'm Lou Ferrigno, about to Hulk smash this
Webby the pick of the letter like digging for cat shit
Trying be a rapper now a days is on some fad shit
Youngins' getting tatted hopin' they'll be in them mad kicks
Thinking all you have to do is learn a couple rap tricks
Buy some snapbacks and mad kicks to get your swag sick
Make a Youtube account, vuala that's it
The next big thing overnight like magic
But Katniss only the strong survive here
Listen dear, like the Hunger Games every single year
People rise to the occasion or they fumble it's clear
The only guarantee is that you'll see the death of a some careers
Been on my underdog shit for awhile
No more white kids popping up jocking my style
Then I'm still unsigned
Staying hungry on the grind
Now I've been rapping along with the fans I gotta been alive now
Lie down cuz I'll be coming for you if you steppin to me
It's my time now
You cannot interfere with this shit it was destined to be
Reppin' the C.T. New England shit
Tri- state too we bring it bitch
Stuck within this game when most people would rather sing than spit
Can you believe this shit? The game is fucked man
Cause all these people only in it for the buck man
Another mixtape, all are free
Because when Webby's in the booth you know it's bars on me

 

[fox69]

"Money"

"Money"


Yeah, can I get uhh pack of Marlboro 27's please?
Yeah, thank you, thank you
My card was declined?! My uhh, well fuck man how much are they?
$9.00? dollars! God damn it
Man I got six, i got six, can we. No?
Man FUCK!

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

Yeah, Webby
Watch appear getting richer as they sold they sold
Like fox selling out I'd rather be dope and broke
But as I got a little old in this roller coaster of life
Got me feeling like I close one door, another opens up
With a new expense to pay: car insurance, health insurance with the dental day
Keep asking why you living with your rentals A
You get it now? I don't got no fucking rent to pay
I made it big in the game but I'm sure I ain't rich
How I invisioned being famous just sure ain't this
If I only had a nickel for every word I spit
But I don't, so now it's time I go and stir up shit
Cause I'm just trying to get that money and I don't care how
So fucking bad I'm about to put up a bb gun back now
Run up in a liquor store like "bitch, get on the ground,
Give me the cash and some whiskey and a dutch, right now"

What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary
(Repeat!)
What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

And as this the money comes in and then it goes
As quick as it came from shooting this videos
The beats and time spent in the studio
And then them runs out
Well, time to do some shows
Then you've got all the expenses off on the row
Salaries for the team and a vehicle
Gas food, hotel rooms, that's a lot of doe
Why you complaning, isn't it what you always wanted ya'll?
I guess so, I just need a bigger check, sir
Maybe have a couple diamonds hanging from my neck, sir
And I'm below full of cash in my dress, sir
That's [?] network
Well Mac Miller's got money
Yeah, you probably right
I got an idea, let's just go and rob him tonight
Like "we haven't spoken since I need a dollar but like
I still do", so run this motherfucker pockets, alright?
Just kidding

What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary
(Repeat!)
What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

 

[fox69]

"Monster"
(feat. Apathy)

"Monster"
(feat. Apathy)



[Intro: Apathy]
It's to the point where I don't even wanna close my eyes anymore
I black out and wake up with blood on me and shit
Everything feels like a fucking nightmare
And I feel paranoid like everybody's fucking with me
So, I just attack everything, all the time
You hear people say that they hear voices inside of their head, telling them to do shit?
I think I am that voice that they hear...

[Hook: Repeat x2]
Fear what they don't understand, became a monster (Yeah!)
What they do is can't...conquer (Webby!)
Monster...I was destined to come (Uhh)
Became a monster...Second to none

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I got more wordplay than a chess set on top of a thesaurus
More trees than a forest, I roll it up and torch it
Brain is so contorted, that I need to be deported
To the nearest insane asylum when I wake up in the morning
It's the dawn of the dead, call up the feds, better warn 'em
Webby's on the motherfucking loose, take caution
So, why you startin' me?
The fucking Lincoln Memorial ain't even as hard as me
And the dudes that I brought with me
And my temper be quicker than Jimmy Darmody
With half a pharmacy flowing through each one of my arteries
Me and AP, that Connecticut rap
You'll be lucky if you leavin' and your head is attached
Murder beats, so I hope your instrumental is strapped
Cause if it's not, it'll gets its fuckin' skeleton cracked
All that, bitch I go Keenan & Kel on a track
So, you can picture me on top and then develop the facts (Ha!)

[Hook: Repeat x2]

[Verse 2: Apathy]
I got raps ricocheting in my brain like a pinball
The force from the impact, they pack could spin y’all
In circles in the air with the slow-mo pose
AP’s known to snatch souls like wizards and crows
Fuck bitches and hoes, y’all are midgets and trolls
I see visions like prophecies written in scrolls
Your whole shit is exposed, due a bid to my foes
So switch roles, flee prison in the visitor’s clothes
Escape artist, the rawest, my mixtape’s the hardest
I harness the power of hollow-points in a cartridge
Cartin' off body parts in a Wal-Mart cart
The werewolf after dark. Half-man, half-shark
I’m sharp as a box cutter, better start flinchin’
Put spikes through your head until you look like Bart Simpson
No concealed weapon, let these motherfuckas know the deal
AP stands large, wrecking cities like Cloverfield
A monster

[Hook: Repeat x2]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
(Yeah!) (Uhh)
Rippin’ mics, spittin’ nice
I’m a monster, came from a vision of enterprise
I’m just living life, grab a knife, start committing seppuku
Clever view of my language, now I’m making revenue
I was bred to hunt like an Irish Setter do
So, if you think you’re ahead then I’mma sever you
A lot of the hills in front of me, so I’mma pedal through
Until I’m in your TV, like the letter U
Alphabetical menace, when I get in a sentence
So, if you step you’ll be the next to regret it
Punch-line killa, leave you shredded like lettuce
Then I’ll dip with your chick and get her wetted in Venice
CT’s on lock, try and break this flow
2-0-3’s mine, AP’s got the 8-6-0
Now, Connecticut’s together like never before
We got the guillotine ready, leave your head on the floor (Bitch!)

[Hook: Repeat x2]

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"My Cloud"
(feat. Smokahantas)

"My Cloud"
(feat. Smokahantas)



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]

 

[fox69]

"Nice 2 Be Back"

"Nice 2 Be Back"


[Verse 1:]
Hello, in a muscle car murdered out
With a purple ounce, that motherfucker that you heard about
Spread around the internet because of word of mouth
Cannonballed off the deep end and swam further out
Tryna stack absurd amounts with a purdy spouse
Put one in the air like Super Smash pulling Kirby out
Jury’s out? Fuck it, I don’t care I’ma vent
And get fucking intense like Native American sex
Fuck the money, when I started I was there for respect
That’s why I’m still in Connecticut where my chariot rest
I’m on the edge, do y’all dare me to step?
Will y’all just find another rapper to rep and even care if I left?
Watched too many people run with my formula and get famous
Now all of em fucking famous and boy I’m just fucking waiting
Put my life up on the line for the glory that I’ve been chasing
Recording down in my basement, money poor but I was patient
Now I’m hustling and moving up, kid’s super tough
I ain’t popping? I tell em soon enough
I kept my circle tight, it never loosened up
And cut the snakes out like Medusa up at Super Cuts
It’s my job to get up on mics and say wild shit
Never once did I suggest that you should try it
Shut your trap, I’ma need a little silence
Let me do my job, is that alright bitch?

[Hook:]
Hello, it’s so good to see you, it’s so nice to be back
Gather up ladies and gentlemen, just vibe to the track
Grab a seat, dim the lights while I’m reciting this rap
Best in the burbs, let's remind 'em why my title is that
It’s good to see you, it’s so nice to be back!

[Verse 2:]
I remember being lost and hopeless in my parent’s attic
Feeling claustrophobic, but I never lost my focus
I’m back, hurting from a mix of mild scoliosis
And the weight of carrying the fucking state up on my shoulders
I’m on a marathon ahead of you, dude
They sucking wind, turning bluer than a jeopardy clue
The jealous ones developing resentment for the crew
Without knowing what I’ve been through
So come and step in these shoes
So what I didn’t sell crack and had a stabler home life?
Middle class white, they been hating my whole life
But they saw me grow up just like Raven Symone, right?
Scrawny little punk, to the Razor Ramon type
Independent and continually making fans
Turned down a lot of deals, and chose to make a stand
Fuck selling out, homie that ain’t the plan
Why push the envelope? I’m tackling the mail man
So here I am as I’m rambling, pants sagging
And ransacking the game, no receipt for the transaction
And they hopping right on to the band wagon
With this puff the magic dragon stuffed into a gram bag and
Attacking these beats thoroughly, in my prime currently
Only way to get me to shut my mouth is to murder me
Sure to be a legend, impressing with every story told
Go balls to the wall like I’m fucking y’all through a glory hole
My destiny is still an open book, just haven’t had my moment
I’m still underrated and overlooked
But fuck it yo I feel terrific
We’ve already made it further than anybody predicted
Tapes on tapes with a handful of crazy tours
Led here, this the moment we been waiting for
To my fans, I’m extending my gratitude
Chemically Imbalanced, enjoy the fucking album dude

 

[fox69]

"No Regrets"

"No Regrets"


[Verse 1:]
I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real
Fucked up, I don't even know how sober feels
Smother rash, a Paul Wall with a fabric wash cloth
That I previously used to wipe my ass and balls off
I'm just a dope rapper in class chasing a math teacher
With a protractor and copy the notes after
So hot you think I freakin' sleep on a burner
Warm beef, I force feed a vegan a burger
Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder
So A.D.H.D, that at least I need a concerta
It's Chris Webby, brain-dead but still deadly
My shit's heavy, pop pills and twist headies
So kick and slap me bitch, I take it like a masochist
Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rapppin' with
'Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a hoe, slap a bitch
Then leave the room laughing after it like what

[Chorus:]
For myself, I have no regrets
Time has taken what it soon forgets
A gambler's paradise in short vignettes

[Verse 2:]
I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly
A serial killer taking blades to rice krispies
An Arabic terrorist in America, if you wanna get at this
(WOOF!) I'm triple dog daring, yah
I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey, Ren
And Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, bitch you best salute me
I'm a loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soaking dudes deuce
I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues
I'm a motherfuckin' monster, man
Get it poppin' like the guns playing Contra, man
Contraband, stuck in my pipes and let me light it
Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it
Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin
(Skurr!) Burning rubber 'til I ride on rims
Rims on the side, got a sack to spark
I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park
Like what

[Chorus:]
I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing
No way of knowing what tomorrow brings
I leave my solitude upon his wings

[Verse 3:]
My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's
I'm young too, shit, I've been rappin' since three
Since the youngest Jonas Brother was in his mother's uterus
And Miley Cyrus in diapers, bitch I ain't new to this
I'm what you get when you mix alcohol with nicotine
Aderall, Ecstasy, marijuana and creatine
Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien
Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in
Then you got me, mind clinically dumb and
I can count my brain cells with one hand
But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look
Bitch, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus
I'm that villain out the comic book creepin'
Crawling out the flames like a demon, breathin'
Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me
I'm a mix of Buffalo Bill with Bundy, trust me

[Chorus:]
A poet's pleasure is to hear in time
The painter pictures what he's left behind
I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind