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Yeah, Webby Let's go get 'em See I'm coming in hot Three hundred and seven degrees When I step on the scene Better tell 'em it's me The bad guy Call me Shredder with a veteran steez With money [long] I'm that cracker with the spreadable cheese You get it? Then jeez Relax, take a seat, kick back I'm Top Chef, the shit is simple as Easy Mac The demon's back Swing until my femur snaps I got the energy levels of taking speed with crack The beaten path was not for me, I went left Stepped in the ring and duked shit to death I came to impress, you came to get wrecked When I flex, I'ma shake your brain with chin checks And a broken nose and go blow for blow Toe to toe I hoped you that you know the ropes I've been against that wall like the shoulder closed But I rose up, evolved, and I chose my road Letras de cancionesAnd it's safe to say that they will never give me my props So I'm dropping non-stop Got my lane on lock I flow hard as rock Like I trained with Brock The hype is real, I'm about to go crazy watch They can't tame me or play me on radio I'm too real in a game full of fakes and so I go in, never let the devil take my soul I'm swinging Valyrian steel and break the mold You better listen what Christian be putting them in submission I'm ripping with precision until they gon' put me in prison For killing everything that entered my vision Weapons I'm grippin, and every incision I put all my enemies with 'em Then you know I'm about to hop in the Chevy (skrt skrt) And I'm pulling up with Tommy Vercetti You gonna need a cheat code if you're copying Webby 'Cause I'm wanted with 5 stars with a body already Ask Xan how he felt from the wrath of Chris He broke down, took a key, and he scratched his whip And then waved the white flag, said "I've had it, shit I just sent a couple tweets, I ain't ask for this!" But it's all in good fun, no beef lil homie It was just a lesson that I teach, lil homie Of what not to say when you speak, lil homie And uh, I gotta practice what I preach lil homie Which is if you come at me, I'll go at you Times two Now they all know that's true I'ma rise through the ranks and fill up my piggy bank In a house on a hill with the Kodak view When I'm getting where I'm going I can sit and chill And stop killing everything in my peripheral Gladiator on the mic is how I'm built for real So put them cards on the table like we split the bill The kid is ill I'm still in my monster mode So vamanos Be gone, yo it's time to go Find me in the Northeast like a lobster roll Throwing middle fingers up to the cop patrols You see Webby's always wide awake So you just better ride away And find a hiding place where you can hide away So shut your mouth like the entire race Of aliens from that movie A Quiet Place Are creeping right in through your fucking fireplace Yeah, what I drop is easy To write, I just need a little pot, believe me The type with red hairs like Ronald Weasley And the purple on it like Waluigi God damn, what you think I'm spazzing for? A motherfucker, bitch I'm why your mom and dad divorced I'll crash the Porsche Right up into the package store Take everything, dip, come back, and ask for more Back and forth On my grind, til I'm getting to the pie But this game has gone wack I'm really not surprised Got a whole generation yelling "Cash me outside" Squeezing motherfucking lemons in their eyes But until the fat lady sings on Broadway Don't know how much that broad weigh But she hit them a cappellas all day A renegade, part Shady and part Jay And part Tasmanian devil raising hell in the hallways So play my tape until the decks are blown out I'm sick, hit the booth, an infection broke out Verbal semiautomatic tech that's scoped out Leave shells on the ground like at Texas Roadhouse The top's what I'm coming for Got that magic with the flow, call me Dumbledore I got the munchies And all you rappers are looking like Aqua Teen Hunger Force You don't want no motherfucking war From Letras Mania