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Correct Wednesday After Next Lyrics
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Chris Webby
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Correct Wednesday After Next
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Finally, someone let me outta' my cage To flip the fuck out, acquire all this power and rage While I been channeling my energy and counting the days That I would pull the fucking pin on like a thousand grenades and blow up Tear apart these fucking haters and critics Debaters and cynics, and anyone who'd say I'm a gimmick Throw gasoline on what's left of 'em on the pavement and lit it And then I'll go and fuck their mothers just to say that I did it A fucking savage, fully rabid My fur matted While foaming at the mouth looking for something to attack Such a dirty mouth, I'm even cursing in my ad libs (You fucking pussy!) So good luck with censoring that shit On so many drugs, they'll never cleanse me of the toxins Still, there ain't a thing that you could tell me when I'm rocking I hear the people talking, saying "Webby is a problem!" My ears to the street, like the belly of a Dachshund, so I know they recognize the Comeback Kid Admire all the tireless work, and stuff I did I stayed hungry 'til my fucking stomach touched my ribs And never gave up, to tell 'em who the fuck I is (It's Chris Webby!) Half brain-dead, but still deadly My bic's ready, writing that fire and twist headies In that Jet-black chevy, I'ma pass 'em by your lap Fuck your end game, there ain't no coming back when I'ma snap Pulling Tony Stark's chest piece out Convince the Hulk to let the beast out To have a fair fight and knock his teeth out Rip the Winter Soldier's arm right from his friggin' shoulder Then I beat Steve Rogers with it 'til he's in a coma, listen Even Peter Parker isn't messing with Web' He saw me beat Thor with his own hammer then sever his head Sneaking up on Doctor Strange while he's meditating Then I'll kick him so hard in the chakra that his neck is breaking Tape open Hawk-eye's eyelids Expose his iris to sunshine and ultra-violets 'til he's fully fucking blinded Hittin' Ant Man and The Wasp with Raid spray And turn Rocket to a Davy Crockett hat the same day I'll do Thanos like Pussy from Sopranos Aimin' the shot and then put bricks in his body bag just so he sink to the bottom Web's a dangerous problem, ain't no Way you could stop him, he's so Crazy, they watchin' and tryin' to take him and lock him in the deepest hole they can find But I cannot be controlled or confined I'm set to blow at any moment in time See, I got no major label to be controlling my rhymes I say what the fuck I want, when I want Know that I'm really often evil, I'm just awkward people Shit, I need a bottle of liquor just to talk to people Or when I rap, shit I'm sick or withered then all these people Fuckin' slaughter people, drawn and quartered people Every bar is lethal Mortal Kombat, striking the stealthiest Bob Cat Smoking bomb grass Seven states away, you'll catch a contact Killin' every city that I stop at With a set longer than a Joe Rogan experience podcast Anti-social mogul, staying in my house mostly I'm cosy, but snap in a second so don't approach me Roast me? You know that ain't likely if you know me Thing's'll go downhill for you quicker than Jonny Moseley Newest og, in a game of fakes Who know nothing 'bout the struggle, being faced with hate Or working for a fucking decade just to claim your place But I wipe out, destroy and erase these snakes That tryin' to slither in the game, I won't give 'em a chance I cut every fucking branch of these industry plants Take they watch and they chains and they friggin' advance Slap them in they face tats 'til they pissin' they pants Yeah, I rose from sediment Dirt stains on my clothes are evidence Underground monster like dinosaur bone remnants Evil rap nemesis, higher than riding Pegasus And got my foes evacuating like Chernobyl residents High as verbal caliber, harder body than Graveler With the heart of a lion in my Cardiovascular I don't catch a body on the mic, I catch a massacre 'Cause it's Wednesday After Next, mark your calendar
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