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Chris Webby lyrics : "Right From Wrong"


[Intro]
Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah

Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah
Webby!
See I'm trying to get drunk as $#&@ tonight man


[Verse 1]
You see I'm beck here to rip another throwback jam

They're like damn, I don't know how Webby go that HAM
Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan
Skin covered in cartoons, but I'm a grown $$# man

I don't care about your name, when I'm steppin' to you
All I'm thinkin' about is that we got some effin' to do
Sippin' on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do

Cause I got loose screws in my head and it's true
I need my medication renewed I'm doing this %#@!
Start howlin' at the moon at a lunar eclipse

Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit
And choke the $#&@ out of a beat until I'm losing my grip
Maneuvering quick looking for a huge set of tits

And beat it up sorry babe but you'll be bruisin' a bit
Whip it out so you all could get a view of my dick
Because I never gave a $#&@ and now I'm proving it (*##$


[Hook]
Hey, and this is my favorite song

Sing along when the DJ throws it on
I got a bag full of weed and a big-ass bong
And we gon' drink till we can't tell right from wrong


[Verse 2]
Holy Moly, Webby's here

Hit a house party, drink every beer
I'm just tryna find a girl real sexy here
And if you're not DTF hit the exit dear, ha

I just say what I say, I'm drunk as hell, $#&@ it
I'll even take a grenade
Just give me a fat (*##$ and a bottle a day

As long as I'm drunk, you're never gonna hear me complain
Hey, hey, I'm the last Beastie Boy
With my dick in a girl's mouth like a squeaky toy

In a pitbull's grill, rip %#@! still
Hole in my brain from all of the E pills
I'm a mother$#&@ing crazy dude

Eatin' baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy too
First place in a race, I'ma cross that line
So lock me up doc, cause I've lost my mind


[Hook]


[Verse 3]
See Webby comes back with the horse play
A liability, at least that's what the courts say

In a bedroom, get too rough
Take a bite out of a (*##$ looking for True Blood
Uh, I do it like no other

Condom in my pockets, I'll do it with no rubber
Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder
And got 'em running back to me quicker than Road Runner

And I get 'em in the sack tonight
Beat it up, I don't care if they be black or white
Or tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right

Make it hot, I don't even need a match to strike
Ha, nobody could stop the beast
With a tongue this slick when I rock the beat

Sweepin' all your girlfriends off they feet
And I don't even give a $#&@ if they got some teeth, ha


[Hook]

[Outro]

Damn, I'm drunk man, $#&@!
Couple forties deep and %#@!
Webby's Lab, as always you know

Cooking up that crack rock
Ha, shouts to Obie
Aight man, I'm $#&@in' outta here dude

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