Welcome, welcome, Iâ€™d like to welcome you all to Websterâ€™s Laboratory Iâ€™ll be your host for the evening, Chris Webby if you didnâ€™t already know, Step right in, let me show you around real quick, Ha, letâ€™s cook some shit up (Ehhhuh ehhhuh)
Yeah, yeah, Itâ€™s that verbal visionary, criminally, literary, Spit it clever b*tch itâ€™s Webster you can check me on the dictionary, Under author credits, Iâ€™m the author get it? Mind sharper then a cutlass that Iâ€™ll saw your head with, So authentic Donald Trumpâ€™s is my apprentice, Shave his f*cking comb over off his head and made my exit, They canâ€™t 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, Iâ€™m talking E pills till I canâ€™t remember jack, Shit, rolling with aliens like men in black, Reppinâ€™ for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that, Iâ€™m a dirty dog down to f*ck your lady raw, Roll a j and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw, Iâ€™m a motherf*ckin beast off the leash Until the obituaries say that Webby is deceased, Killing beats call a priest, they canâ€™t censor me, cause if they try, The whole f*cking song will be a bleep, Iâ€™m 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 itâ€™s Grand Theft Auto, CT to â€˜Cago, Iâ€™m killing them with hot flow, Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy
So you see, here in Webbyâ€™s Lab, Iâ€™m 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 itâ€™s free, courtesy of Datpiff, and myself of course, The albumâ€™s coming soon so buy that, but until then, enjoy this
Yeah, itâ€™s that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian, Iâ€™m not in it for the fame and the money but shit Iâ€™ll take em, Iâ€™ve been waiting here patiently while others got big, Now Iâ€™m like, "Pick me coach, Iâ€™ll slaughter these kids", Iâ€™m 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, Iâ€™m wrecking tracks doing shows and getting cash, huh, Iâ€™m Triple X way too big for any freshman class, Itâ€™s in my repertoire, every single bar is hard, Spittinâ€™ fire like Iâ€™m 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 Iâ€™m bouncinâ€™ with a couple sluts, Not to be derogatory but you need to drop it shorty, Take em panties off Iâ€™m in that ass like a suppository, Pop a 40 and chug until Iâ€™m puking all over the rug, Never sober rollinâ€™ a bud, master of the multi-syllable raps, No oneâ€™s iller in fact with a precision Reggie Miller would bat, huh, Iâ€™m just a Looney Tune way more rude than you, And if you donâ€™t like what Iâ€™m doing, sue me dude, I have an ever and Iâ€™ll never give an F word, Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter
So boys and girls, 6 mixtapes deep, And I still havenâ€™t 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 itâ€™s really time to take this shit over, ninja swag b*tches, So again, welcome to Websterâ€™s Laboratory, and have a lovely f*cking day, yeah.