Welcome, welcome, Iíd like to welcome you all to Websterís Laboratory Iíll be your host for the evening, Chris Webby if you didnít already know, Step right in, let me show you around real quick, Ha, letís cook some shit up (Ehhhuh ehhhuh)
Yeah, yeah, Itís that verbal visionary, criminally, literary, Spit it clever b*tch itís Webster you can check me on the dictionary, Under author credits, Iím the author get it? Mind sharper then a cutlass that Iíll saw your head with, So authentic Donald Trumpís is my apprentice, Shave his f*cking comb over off his head and made my exit, They canít see me cause me see dyslexic, Cooking acid tabs in my omlette during breakfast, Three moves in Tetris, nah, but I got a triple stack, Iím talking E pills till I canít remember jack, Shit, rolling with aliens like men in black, Reppiní for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that, Iím a dirty dog down to f*ck your lady raw, Roll a j and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw, Iím a motherf*ckin beast off the leash Until the obituaries say that Webby is deceased, Killing beats call a priest, they canít censor me, cause if they try, The whole f*cking song will be a bleep, Iím a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco, Rolling on these b*tches with better stats than Rondo, Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco, Running people over like itís Grand Theft Auto, CT to ĎCago, Iím killing them with hot flow, Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy
So you see, here in Webbyís Lab, Iím gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples, some industry beats, All cooked together with a nice topping of dope lyrics, Oh yeah and itís free, courtesy of Datpiff, and myself of course, The albumís coming soon so buy that, but until then, enjoy this
Yeah, itís that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian, Iím not in it for the fame and the money but shit Iíll take em, Iíve been waiting here patiently while others got big, Now Iím like, "Pick me coach, Iíll slaughter these kids", Iím so hungry you can hear my f*cking stomach through my ribs, Call it dibs on the title let me show em what it is, Iím wrecking tracks doing shows and getting cash, huh, Iím Triple X way too big for any freshman class, Itís in my repertoire, every single bar is hard, Spittiní fire like Iím the human version of Charizard, Or super smash brother, make that money stack brother, Stick my d*ck in instrumentals kill em on my last rubber, Motherf*cker what, long as I can bust a nut all over a track And then Iím bounciní with a couple sluts, Not to be derogatory but you need to drop it shorty, Take em panties off Iím in that ass like a suppository, Pop a 40 and chug until Iím puking all over the rug, Never sober rolliní a bud, master of the multi-syllable raps, No oneís iller in fact with a precision Reggie Miller would bat, huh, Iím just a Looney Tune way more rude than you, And if you donít like what Iím doing, sue me dude, I have an ever and Iíll never give an F word, Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter
So boys and girls, 6 mixtapes deep, And I still havenít lost my touch as you can see, you know, I just really wanna say thank you to everyone that supported me this far, I feel like itís really time to take this shit over, ninja swag b*tches, So again, welcome to Websterís Laboratory, and have a lovely f*cking day, yeah.