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Ya Webby's Lab 2! CT, what up man, still got those motherfucking bars on deck I'm a killer whale My frigging tail could tip the scales And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian Bale I'm a Tom Hardy and Ledger up in the city jail Fuck Baal, I'm already down in hell and chilling Raise hell and sinnin' Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him So when I'm Grammy winning, giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit With the machete gripping And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping From Connecticut to your television, you better listen Cause the flow's so vicious I'm superhuman all they are is superstitious So watch yourself bitches Cause I be so malicious, vicious So stay the mother fuck up out my business I roll up and hit this now I am so lit It's clear I'm on grass like a picnic And you know we blunt sparking Eyes lower than Ben Carson's Letras de cancionesSpace Jam ballin', I am Marvin the Martian Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon But I'm going green, solar panels in my garden I'm committing arson when I drop my project And I'ma burn your house down with the shit I drop next Connecticut to the prime meridian listening I'm up in every classroom, home and condominium And I cause a racket bitch, and I'm not talking Wimbeldon I get it in That's why they seeing Web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it Like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan Bitches I'm on my shit again Thinking back on life but now it's different Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in And I got my Michelin's grippin' the pavement It's ride or die, bitches get an amen My rap game's godly, pull up with a possé Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski Webby kamikaze, bonzie watch me Detonator in my pocket like a Tamagotchi Swerving like I'm ozzi, I think it was the molly I put it down for months but my brain still foggy I be doing this until the day I go senile Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles I'ma kill shit 'til then with no retrial Cause I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial Meanwhile, I'ma swerve like I'm flippin' a bitch And it's simple as this, on these minimalists Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit When I'm back up in that lab like kibble and bits Get it? Like retriever? The dog, Labrador? No? What the fuck, all I'm asking is for you to understand me And some money for the packet store I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore? I want them thrift shop checks So I don't care who I piss off next Clock in, not a shift off yet It ain't easy trying to live off debt Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat You see I really love rapping bro But now it's turned into a motherfucking fashion show They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the fuck he doing? With pants so tight, you see the damn buttcheeks through em I'm East Coast cause my sweats in Timbos A scruffy ass face, cigarette, and brim low With a sexy bimbo, big breasted nympho Giving head in a rented limo So check yo' info The game looking real concerned Cause when I'm on, I'ma steal your turn I'm like Senator Sanders mixed with a fucking Charmander So, either way you gonna feel the burn From Letras Mania