chris webby – right from wrong lyrics
“right from wrong”
yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, webby
see i’m trying to get drunk as f-ck tonight, man
you see i’m beck here to rip another throwback jam
they’re like d-mn, i don’t know how webby go that ham
lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan
skin covered in cartoons, but i’m a grown -ss man
i don’t care about your name, when i’m steppin’ to you
all i’m thinkin’ about is that we got some f’ing to do
sippin’ on a potion like dr. jekyll would do
cause i got loose screws in my head and it’s true
i need my medication [?] i’m doing this sh-t
start howlin’ at the moon at a lunar eclipse
bark, growl, scratch every human i bit
and choke the f-ck out of a bee until i’m losing my grip
maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her t-ts
and beat it outside baby she’ll be bruisin’ a bit
whip it out so you all could get a view of my d-ck
because i never gave a f-ck and now i’m proving it b-tch
hey, and this is my favorite song
sing along when the dj throws it on
we got a bag full of weed and a big -ss bong
or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
hey, and this is my favorite song
sing along when the dj throws it on
we got a bag full of weed and a big -ss bong
or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
holy moly, webby’s here
hit a house party, drink every beer
i’m just tryna find a girl real s-xy here
and if you’re not dtf hit the exit dear, ha
i just say what i say, i’m drunk as h-ll, f-ck it
i’ll leave and take a grenade
just give me a fat b-tch and a bottle a day
as long as i’m drunk, you’re never gonna hear me complain
hey, hey, i’m the last beastie boy
with my d-ck in a girl’s mouth like a squeaky toy
in a pitbull’s grill, rip sh-t still
holdin’ my brain from all of the e pills
i’m a motherf-cking crazy dude
eatin’ baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy tool
first place in a race, i’m a cross that line
so lock me up doc, cause i’ve lost my mind
and this is my favorite song
sing along when the dj throws it on
we got a bag full of weed and a big -ss bong
or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
hey, and this is my favorite song
sing along when the dj throws it on
we got a bag full of weed and a big -ss bong
or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
see webby comes back with a horse plate
a liability, at least that’s what the courts say
in a bedroom, get too rough
take a bite out of a b-tch looking for true blood
ha, i do it like no other
condom in my pocket, still do it with no rubber
got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder
and got ’em running back to me quicker than road runner
and i get ’em in the sack tonight
beat it up, i don’t care if they be black or white
a tan, a blue, a green, i still smash it right
make it hot, i don’t even need a match to strike
ha, n-body could stop the bees
with a tongue as slick when i rock the beat
sweepin’ all your girlfriends off they feet
and i don’t even give a f-ck if they got stampede, ha
and this is my favorite song
sing along when the dj throws it on
we got a bag full of weed and a big -ss bong
or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
hey, and this is my favorite song
sing along when the dj throws it on
we got a bag full of weed and a big -ss bong
or we can drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
d-mn, i’m drunk man, f-ck
couple forties deep and sh-t
webby’s lab, as always you know
cooking up that crack pot
ha, shouts to obie
aight man, i’m f-ckin’ outta here dude
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