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chris webby - webster morgan lyrics

[intro]
you know, i just be f-cking killing beats, ya know?
killing beats, man
that’s what i do, yessir

[verse 1]
giving your adrenaline a rush
yo, it’s webby, listen up
italiano on the mic, eating spaghetti in a cup
when i bust, can’t label it
crazy sick and i’m dangerous
pesci up in a scorsese flip
i’m never taking sh-t
take a rip from the dutchie and p-ss it to the left
chiropractor on the beat, i get it cracking like your
neck
swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check
like j-pan’s nuclear reactors, i’m a threat
to the entire northern hemisphere
let ennim know that webby’s here
chugging belvedere, then i follow it with everclear
got them like “my god” them beating me
that sh-t don’t make sense like helen keller with an
ipod
top my fioso, drinking a four loko
hit them with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo
born in ochenta y ocho, han solo
always chasing p-ssy like a dog, call me todo
f-ckers better feel the flow, ain’t no big p-ss-es in
my team
just a poly and a silvio, kill it though
here we go, flowing it sick, boning your chick
i’m the 23 year-old al capone in this sh-t
holding the chips, rolling up over a sip
even people on the needles aren’t doper than this
they formerly know me as chris, now i’m transforming

[hook]
beat serial killer, webster morgan
not a blood spatter -n-lysis, just the type to strike
fear
giving all these punk rappers paralysis
and they mad at this because i’m finally getting big
and i no longer need a dollar like i did
since i was a kid, i knew i had a purpose on this
planet
so i always played the hand i was dealt, somethin’ like
gambit
’til i ran sh-t, all in with my d-mn chips
got ’em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet

[verse 2]
slicker than a slip ‘n slide, leaving crowds mystified
janitor at a rodeo, push that bullsh-t aside
this is why webby be colossal with the flow
the next generation of sopranos with the flow
run sh-t, lucky luciano with the flow
not taking a math test but i’m a problem and you know
i’m a pro, with the rhythm and i’m always gonna rock
it, man
labels fighting over me like elien gonzalez, fam
this is what i do, spit raps and blow trees
in the 203 with your girl on both knees
so who you think you’re trying, kid?
got the heart of a lion beneath some iron ribs
rolling deeper than a giant squid
do it big, shootouts at high noon
beat killer, the f-cking ted bundy of itunes
when an instrumental’s looking right, i go and get the
butcher knife
and cut it up until i need a hook to write
went from a ’98 altima and got a tinted black camaro
always sipping bottles of rum like jack sparrow
young rob deniro who charges like a pharaoh
more deadly than a lego wasp with a loaded quiver of
arrows
bowser’s back up in this b-tch, the bad guy
so when i steal your princess, you don’t gotta ask why
i’m a beast and i show it through everything i’m
recording

yeah!

[outro]
and that’s it, ya know?
i just be, uhh, f-cking killing beats
it’s what i do, it’s my m.o
ya know, it’s-
i don’t know how to do anything else so f-ck it
heh! webster! yeahh

- chris webby lyrics

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