[Verse 1:]
I'm a beast on the mic*
When I speak, when I write

Speak to the sight, OZ and a pike
I don't give a $#&@ that my jeans so tight,
Don't worry bout me go live your life

Just too nice, rock it I'll
No auto tune, just lots of skill
Crazy so says Dr. Phil

Rollin up and pop a pill
Do what I do
And I rep for the 2 to the 0 to the 3

I got it dude
Never hold back with the words I spew
Through my mouth aimed right at you

Through and through I'm that
You don't wanna try that
Can't see me like ya own eyelash

Snap on em like a Venus fly trap
I'm back, best in the burbs
Kill the track with the excellent words

That I got in my brain, when I drop it insane
Top of the game, live and learn
Always drop the hottest

Cause you know that Webby got it
Bein dope isn't a question
It's a $#&@in' pinky promise

I'm crazy, nothin but straight jackets in my closet
Roofy in myself with Zachary Galifinakis
Higher than a rocket orbiting the rings of Jupiter

I'm the psychopathic illegitimate son of Lucifer

[Verse 2:]

Kill anything that I go and do
Come at me once and your dead
In the afterlife you'll be 0 and 2

It's fantasy to imagine me in a sober mood
Winnings what I chose to do
And I did and now it's game over dude

I'm the next white boy just to let you know
I grab a hold of the beat and I never let it go
That's why they buyin a ticket to come to webby's show

So grab a tampax, I got a heavy flow
Do what I does, always buzzed
Then say that I don't do drugs

Never been a day that I gave a $#&@
So shut your mouth and tape it up
Rollin in with vitamins, vicadin, liquid nitrogen

So much $#&@in weed that I'll prolly forget my lines again
Uhh, $#&@, what was I getting at
I've lost my mind I'm surprised I still have my head attached

I get my razor in hand and you know I shred a track
So spread the mother $#&@in word (*##$ webbys back.