Tazmanian Devil - Chris Webby

Yeah, Webby

Let’s go get 'em

See I’m coming in hot

Three hundred and seven degrees

When I step on the scene

Better tell 'em it’s me

The bad guy

Call me Shredder with a veteran steez

With money long

I’m that cracker with the spreadable cheese

You get it?

Then jeez

Relax, take a seat, kick back

I’m Top Chef, the shit is simple as Easy Mac

The demon’s back

Swing until my femur snaps

I got the energy levels of taking speed with crack

The beaten path was not for me, I went left

Stepped in the ring and do shit to death

I came to impress, you came to get wrecked

When I flex, I’ma shake your brain with chin checks

And a broken nose and go blow for blow

Toe to toe

I hoped you that you know the ropes

I’ve been against that wall like the shoulder closed

But I rose up, evolved, and I chose my road

And it’s safe to say that they will never give me my props

So I’m dropping non-stop

Got my lane on lock

I flow hard as Rock

Like I trained with Brock

The hype is real, I’m about to go crazy watch

They can’t tame me or play me on radio

I’m too real in a game full of fakes and so

I go in, never let the devil take my soul

I’m swinging Valerian steel and break the mold

You better listen what Christian be putting them in submission

I’m ripping with precision until they gon' put me in prison

For killing everything that entered my vision

Weapons I’m grippin, and every incision

I put all my enemies with 'em

Then you know I’m about to hop in the Chevy (skrt skrt)

And I’m pulling up with Tommy Vercetti

You gonna need a cheat code if you’re copying Webby

'Cause I’m wanted with 5 stars with a body already

Ask Xan how he felt from the wrath of Chris

He broke down, took a key, and he scratched his whip

And then waved the white flag, said «I've had it, shit

I just sent a couple tweets, I ain’t ask for this!»

But it’s all in good fun, no beef lil homie

It was just a lesson that I teach, lil homie

Of what not to say when you speak, lil homie

And uh, I gotta practice what I preach lil homie

Which is if you come at me, I’ll go at you

Times two

Now they all know that’s true

I’ma rise through the ranks and fill up my piggy bank

In a house on a hill with the Kodak view

When I’m getting where I’m going I can sit and chill

And stop killing everything in my peripheral

Gladiator on the mic is how I’m built for real

So put them cards on the table like we split the bill

The kid is ill

I’m still in my monster mode

So vamanos

Be gone, yo it’s time to go

Find me in the Northeast like a lobster roll

Throwing middle fingers up to the cop patrols

You see Webby’s always wide awake

So you just better ride away

And find a hiding place where you can hide away

So just your mouth like the entire race

Of aliens from that movie A Quiet Place

Are creeping right in through your fucking fireplace

Yeah, what I drop is easy

To write, I just need a little pot, believe me

The type with red hairs like Ronald Weasley

And the purple on it like Waluigi

God damn, what you think I’m spazzing for?

I’ll motherfuck a bitch and why are mom and dad divorced?

I’ll crash the Porsche

Right up into the pack of stores

Take everything, dip, come back, and ask for more

Back and forth

On my grind, til I’m getting to the pop

Now this game has gone wack

I’m really not surprised

Got a whole generation yelling «Catch me outside»

Squeezing motherfucking lemons in their eyes

But until the fat lady sings on Broadway

Don’t know how much that broad weigh

But she hit them a cappellas all day

A renegade, part Shady and part Jay

And part Tasmanian devil raising hell in the hallways

So play my tape until the decks are blown out

I’m sick, hit the booth, an infection broke out

Verbal semiautomatic Tech that’s scoped out

Leave shells on the ground like at Texas Roadhouse

The top’s what I’m coming for

Got that magic with the flow, call me Dumbledore

I got the munchies

And all you rappers are looking like Aqua Teen Hunger Force

You don’t want no motherfucking war