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[Verse 1:] I'm a beast on the mic When I speak, when I write Speak to the sight, OZ and a pike I don't give a fuck that my jeans so tight, Don't worry bout me go live your life Just too nice, rock it I'll No auto tune, just lots of skill Crazy so says dr. phil Rollin up and pop a pill Do what I do And I rep for the 2 to the 0 to the 3 I got it dude Never hold back with the words I spew Through my mouth aimed right at you Through and through I'm that You don't wanna try that Can't see me like ya own eyelash Snap on em like a venus fly trap I'm back, best in the burbs Kill the track with the excellent words That I got in my brain, when I drop it insane Top of the game, live and learn Always drop the hottest Cause you know that webby got it Bein dope isn't a question Letras de cancionesIt's a fuckin pinky promise I'm crazy, nothin but straight jackets in my closet Roofy in myself with Zachary galifinakis Higher than a rocket orbiting the rings of Jupiter I'm the psychopathic illegitimate son of Lucifer [Verse 2:] Kill anything that I go and do Come at me once and your dead In the afterlife you'll be 0 and 2 It's fantasy to imagine me in a sober mood Winnings what I chose to do And I did and now it's game over dude I'm the next white boy just to let you know I grab a hold of the beat and I never let it go That's why they buyin a ticket to come to webby's show So grab a tampax, I got a heavy flow Do what I does, always buzzed Then say that I don't do drugs Never been a day that I gave a fuck So shut your mouth and tape it up Rollin in with vitamins, vicadin, liquid nitrogen So much fuckin weed that I'll prolly forget my lines again Uhh, fuck, what was I getting at I've lost my mind I'm surprised I still have my head attached I get my razor in hand and you know I shred a track So spread the mother fuckin word bitch webbys back. From Letras Mania