[Intro]:
Yeah, Webster
See I've been quiet for a minute, now these (*##$es 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 $#&@ 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, $#&@ 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 (*##$

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 $$#emble the full
Rise terrible rappers whose skill levels is questionable
They have a hit single or two and fade into obscurity

Me? I paid my dues that's why these mother$#&@ers heard of me
Haters getting madder now, wishing I would beat it
All because I $#&@ed 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 ?

Usuain Bolt on the track can't compete with this
The state of hip hop now is straight tragic