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Flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy Go so hard like a callus be, uh Burning more things than calories I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh? You feel me? You see me right? I got bars, kid Word? That’s what’s up man Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though? Chris Webby? Man I ain’t worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I’m the illest out here in CT, I’m not worried bout no motherfucking ninja turtles, fuck a Mario man, this motherfucker looks like fucking Rob Dyrdek and shit, fuck that dude Funny story, he’s here right now! Oh word, like here? At this part? Ayo Web! Nah nah nah it’s cool... Web! Yo chill, chill, chill, chill… Letras de cancionesCome check this dude out, this dude is crazy Yo man, Bar Stallone that’s my name. Introduce me as Bar Stallone, Please Fuck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch What!? Yo he’s busy man just leave him alone, cmon man Fucking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I’ll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the fuck is up? This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the fuck time it is Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny! Who the fuck is Kenny… Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man Right now? C’mere man, just come over here man Alright, alright I’m coming Ayo everybody keep it down for a second No no no keep partying, y’all keep going Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready? I’m ready What the fuck is that? Yo, it’s Chris Webby At this party and shit, motherfucker wants me to rap I’m about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs I’m just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I’ll never hold a curse Jerking off until my motherfucking shoulder hurts Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts Help an older lady across the road, “hey can I hold your purse?” Then kick her in front of a moving bus, “oh no, she’s hurt!” Shit I’m pretty sure she’s dead but you can check yourself While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail I’m on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity But busted while I was half inside her Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder That she getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in He’s a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen I don’t need a reason I’m creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season You won’t see me leaving, I’m running through that Stomp you to death then throw my Nike’s back on the shoe rack Huh I’ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out? Somebody told me orange is the new black So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer It’s weird that I ain’t crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor Sike, I’m off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherfucker Your turn, bro I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro Oh yeah? That’s cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?! From Letras Mania