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Chris Webby( Christian Webster )
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Webster Morgan
Givin adrenaline a rush
Yo, it's webby listen up
Italiano on the mic eatin spaghetti in a cup
When I bust, can't label it
Crazy sick and I'm dangerous
Take a rip from the dutchie and pass it to the left
Chiropracter on the beat, I get it crackin like ya neck
Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check
Like japan's nuclear reactors I'm a threat
To the entire nothern hemisphere
Let ennim know that webby's here
Chuggin belvedere then I follow it with some everclear
Got em like 'my God' them beatin me
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That shit don't make sense like hellen keller with an ipod
Top my fioso, drinkin a four loko
Hit em with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo
Born in ochenta y ocho, han solo
Always chasin pussy like a dog, call me todo
Fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussy's in my team
Just a poly and a silvio, kill it though
Here we go, flowin it sick, bonin your chick
I'm the 23 year old al capone of this shit
Holdin the chips, rollin up over a sip
Even people on the needle aren't doper than this
They formerly know me as chris, now I'm transformin
[Hook:]
Beat serial killer, webster morgan
Not a blood splatter analysis just the type to strike fear
Givin all these punk rappers paralysis
And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
And I no longer need a dollar like I did
Since I was a kid I knew I had a purpose on this planet
So I always played the hand I was dealt
... Till I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
Got em scared to ante up, they foldin like a pamphlet
Slicker then a slip n slide, leavin crowds mystified
Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside
This is why webby be colossal with the flow
The next generation of sopranos with the flow
Run shit, lucky lucciano with the flow
Not takin a math test but I'm a problem and you know
I'm a pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonan rock it man
Labels fightin over me like elien gonzalez, fam
This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees
In the 203 with yo girl on both knees
So who you think you tryin kid
Got the heart of a lion
Rollin deeper than giant squid
Do it big shoot outs at high noon
Beat killer, the fucking ted bundy of itunes
When an instrumentals looking right I go and get the butcher knife
And cut it up until I need a hook to write
Went from a 98 altima and got a tinted black camaro
Always sippin bottles of rum like jack sparrow
Young rob denero, who charge like a pharoah
More deadly than lego wasp with a loaded wuiver of arrows
Bowsers back up in this bitch, the bad guy
So when I steal your princess you don't gotta ask why
I'm a beast and I show it through everything I'm recording
[Hook:]
Beat serial killer, webster morgan
Not a blood splatter analysis just the type to strike fear
Givin all these punk rappers paralysis
And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
And I no longer need a dollar like I did
Since I was a kid I knew I had a purpose on this planet
So I always played the hand I was dealt
... Till I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
Got em scared to ante up, they foldin like a pamphlet
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