[Intro]
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Welcome, welcome!
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I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory
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I'll be your host for the evening
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Chris Webby if you didn't already know
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Step right in, let me show you around real quick
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Let's cook some shit up
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(Cough)
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Yeah!
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[Verse 1]
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It's that verbal visionary, criminally literary
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Spit it clever, bitch it's Webster
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You could check me on the dictionary under author credits
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I'm the author, get it?
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Mind sharper than a cutless that I'll saw your head with
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So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice
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Shaved his fucking combover off his head and made my exit
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They can't see me, cause me see dyslexic
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Cooking acid tablets on my omelet during breakfast
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Three moves in Tetris? Nah but I got a triple stack
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I'm talking E. pills until I can't remember jack, shit
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Rolling with aliens like Men In Black
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Repping for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that
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I'm a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw
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Roll a J of Sour D, get twisted like a crazy straw
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I'm a motherfucking beast off the leash
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Until the obituary say that Webby is deceased
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Killer beats, call a priest, they can't censor me
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Cause if they try, the whole fucking song will be a bleep
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I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco
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Rolling on these bitches with better stash than Rondo
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Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco
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Running people over like it's grand theft auto
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CT to Cabo, I'm killing them with hot flow
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Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy
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[Interlude]
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So you see, here in Webby's lab
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I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples
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Some industry beats
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All cooked together with a nice topping of Dope lyrics
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Oh yeah and it's free, courtesy of Datpiff
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And myself of course
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The album is coming soon, so buy that
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But until then, enjoy
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah! It's that wacky underrated rapping caucasian
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I'm not in it for the fame and the money, but shit I'll take em
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I've been waiting here patiently while others got big
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Now I'm like "Pick me coach, I'll slaughter these kids!"
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I'm so hungry you can hear my fucking stomach through my ribs
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Calling dibs on a title, let me show them what it is
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I'm wrecking tracks, doing shows, and getting cash, huh
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I'm triple x, way too big for any freshman class
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It's in my repertoire, every single bar is hard
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Spitting fire like I'm the human version of Charizard
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A Super Smash Brother make that money stack brother
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Stick my dick in instrumentals 'til I'm on my last rubber
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Motherfucker, what? Long as I can bust a nut
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All over a track and then I'm bouncing with a couple sluts
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Not to be derogatory, but you need to drop a shorty
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Take them panties off, I'm in that ass like a suppository
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Pop a '40 and chug until I'm puking all over the rug
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Never sober, rolling the bud
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Master with the multi-syllable raps
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No one's iller in fact, with a precision Reggie Miller would back, huh
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I'm just a Looney Toon, way more rude than you
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And if you don't like what I'm doing, sue me dude
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I haven't ever and I'll never give an f-word
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Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter
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[Outro]
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So boys and girls
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6 mixtapes deep and I still haven't lost my touch as you can see
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You know, I just really want to say thank you
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To everyone who has supported me thus far
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I feel like it's really time to take this shit over
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Ninja Swag, bitches!
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So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory
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And have a lovely fucking day
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[Intro]
|
Welcome, welcome!
|
I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory
|
I'll be your host for the evening
|
Chris Webby if you didn't already know
|
Step right in, let me show you around real quick
|
Let's cook some shit up
|
(Cough)
|
Yeah!
|
|
[Verse 1]
|
It's that verbal visionary, criminally literary
|
Spit it clever, bitch it's Webster
|
You could check me on the dictionary under author credits
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I'm the author, get it?
|
Mind sharper than a cutless that I'll saw your head with
|
So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice
|
Shaved his fucking combover off his head and made my exit
|
They can't see me, cause me see dyslexic
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Cooking acid tablets on my omelet during breakfast
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Three moves in T |