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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Ha, let's cook some shit up
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(Ehhhuh ehhhuh)
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Yeah, yeah,
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It's that verbal visionary, criminally, literary,
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Spit it clever bitch it's Webster you can check me on the dictionary,
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Under author credits, I'm the author get it?
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Mind sharper then a cutlass that I'll saw your head with,
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So authentic Donald Trump's is my apprentice,
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Shave his fucking comb over 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 tabs in my omlette 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 till I can't remember jack,
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Shit, rolling with aliens like men in black,
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Reppin' 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 and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw,
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I'm a motherfuckin beast off the leash
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Until the obituaries say that Webby is deceased,
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Killing beats call a priest, they can't censor me, cause if they try,
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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 or better stash to 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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So you see, here in Webby's Lab,
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I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples, 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, and myself of course,
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The album's coming soon so buy that, but until then, enjoy this
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Yeah, it's that wacky highly 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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Call it dibs on the title let me show em 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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Spittin' fire like I'm the human version of Charizard,
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Or super smash brother, make that money stack brother,
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Stick my dick in instrumentals kill em on my last rubber,
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Motherfucker what, long as I can bust a nut all over a track
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And then I'm bouncin' with a couple sluts,
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Not to be derogatory but you need to drop it shorty,
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Take em 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 rollin' a bud, master of the multi-syllable raps,
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No one's iller in fact with a precision Reggie Miller would bet, huh,
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I'm just a Looney Tune 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 have an 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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So boys and girls, 6 mixtapes deep,
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And I still haven't lost my touch as you can see, you know,
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I just really wanna say thank you to everyone that supported me this far,
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I feel like it's really time to take this shit over, ninja swag bitches,
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So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory, and have a lovely fucking day, yeah.
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Webster's Laboratory (Intro)
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Chris Webby |