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Chris Webby lyrics : "Stranger"

(Evil Laughs)

I'm a Super Villian where the $#&@s Kick $$#?

One kick to the chest will give em whiplash
Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up
Twist a Bamboo, cuz bein sober sucks

I'm the dopest young buck with this rap %#@!
Crazy motha $#&@er in need of a strait jacket
Rap it, grab the track and face bash it

Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket
Ha, cuz you know I leave em hurt son
On the Grassy Knoll. sniper rifle nerf gun

You aint ready for the crazy %#@! that Chris will pull
$#&@in despicable, leavin every hater miserable
Kicked back, so come on and distract

I hit em so hard they can't help it but sit back
I spit raps amazing
They flip the $#&@ out like Liam Neeson

When his daughter was kidnapped and taken

(Chorus)


I'm mentally insane
On more cocaine than Rick James

Chuggin doober while I be drivin and switch lanes
This kids brains suffer psychosis
Runnin into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roast clip

The dope %#@!, that roll, and smoke %#@!
Hotter then bein on the equator with a code zip
Get your boat flipped

I leave em capsized
They smell the chronic in the air when I pass by
I give em bad vibes

But you know I flow butter
DC, Boston the stone cold stoner
I took a shovel out and I buried The Undertaker

Drop the scissors and attack rocks with paper
Lord Vader mixed with a little Darth Maul
Pedal to the medal til the $#&@in car stalls

Adderall, Ritalin, LSD
I'm meet you up in Webby's world
Yo, Follow me!


(Chorus)


I always got one eye open like a !@%!ed up Cyclops
No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops
Kill a beat when I grab the mic, watch

Connect more dots than a bag of dice got
The Raps I drop get flipped like IHOP
Throw more kicks the nukes I bought cuz I rock

Make time stop like the Prince of Persia
Wanted in 47 states lyrical murder
So believe the %#@!, I plead the fifth

After a four speed of bulimic chicks Swedish fish
I'm an evil prick
With some diesel pits

Slaughter any competition that I'm beefin' with
Beatin Chris? Nah, not likely
I whoop my own $$# with a tire iron now come fight me

Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin
Givin Satan himself this free promotion
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeahhh

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