Giving your adrenaline a rush
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Yo, it's Webby, listen up
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Italiano on the mic, eating spaghetti in a cup
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When I bust, can't label it
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Crazy sick and I'm dangerous
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Pesci up in a scorsese flip
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I'm never taking shit
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Take a rip from the Dutchie and pass it to the left
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Chiropractor on the beat, I get it cracking like your neck
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Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check
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Like Japan's nuclear reactors, I'm a threat
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To the entire Northern Hemisphere
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Let Ennim know that Webby's here
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Chugging Belvedere, then I follow it with Everclear
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Got them like "My God" them beating me
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That shit don't make sense like Helen Keller with an iPod
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Top my fioso, drinking a Four Loko
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Hit them with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo
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Born in ochenta y ocho, Han Solo
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Always chasing pussy like a dog, call me Todo
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Fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussies in my team
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Just a poly and a Silvio, kill it though
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Here we go, flowing it sick, boning your chick
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I'm the 23 year-old Al Capone in this shit
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Holding the chips, rolling up over a sip
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Even people on the needles aren't doper than this
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They formerly know me as Chris, now I'm transforming
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Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan
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Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear
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Giving all these punk rappers paralysis
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And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
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And I no longer need a dollar like I did
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Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet
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So I always played the hand I was dealt, Sutton like Dan bit
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'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
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Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet
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Slicker than a Slip 'n Slide, leaving crowds mystified
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Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside
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This is why Webby be colossal with the flow
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The next generation of Sopranos with the flow
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Run shit, Lucky Luciano with the flow
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Not taking a math test but I'm a problem and you know
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I'm a pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonna rock it, man
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Labels fighting over me like Elien Gonzalez, fam
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This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees
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In the 203 with your girl on both knees
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So who you think you're trying, kid?
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Got the heart of a lion beneath some iron ribs
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Rolling deeper than a Giant squid
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Do it big, shootouts at high noon
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Beat killer, the fucking Ted Bundy of iTunes
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When an instrumental's looking right, I go and get the butcher knife
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And cut it up until I need a hook to write
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Went from a '98 Altima and got a tinted black Camaro
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Always sipping bottles of rum like Jack Sparrow
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Young Rob DeNiro who charges like a pharaoh
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More deadly than a Lego wasp with a loaded quiver of arrows
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Bowser's back up in this bitch, the bad guy
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So when I steal your princess, you don't gotta ask why
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I'm a beast and I show it through everything I'm recording
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Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan
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Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear
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Giving all these punk rappers paralysis
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And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
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And I no longer need a dollar like I did
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Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet
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So I always played the hand I was dealt, Sutton like Dan bit
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'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
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Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet
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Yeah!
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And that's it, ya know?
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I just be, uhh, fucking killing beats
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It's what I do, it's my M.O
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Ya know, it's-
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I don't know how to do anything else so fuck it
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Heh! Webster! Yeahh
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Webster Morgan
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Chris Webby |