Axe Murder (Bonus Track)
(专辑: Webster's Laboratory - 2011)
Yeah Webby Let's hit you with some bars real quick Axe murder a
beat the
way I
spit a
free Lizzie Borden in the
flesh come and get at me Like the
witch of the
west, I
roll wickedly Can't see me like Paranormal activity Lickidy split, I
rip shit quick-ily Get ya camcorder out, bitch just picture me Killing shit everyday till you get sick of me Cause I
been a
beast since the
priest christened me Blowing up ya tape deck C.T. to Great Neck Dutch full of O.G. kush and some train wreck Safe sex? Nah, I'm too raw I
stick it in they jaws then I
get 'em out they draws I'm a
boss and break laws but never take a
loss Flyer than McCaws, I'm just doing it because I'm the
best to do this within my age bracket Waka Flocka, Soulja Boy: none of 'em can match it That's it; jot it down, print it up and fax it And tell all your boys how Webby spit that madness Got pussy going nuts like I
got some catnip More than a
tad sick, I
murder 'em for practice Do what I
do when I... burn Then ya gonna Puff Puff Pass, it's my... turn I
throw down with titans, I'm rhyming more More bars than a
phone in a
Verizon store Bitch, I'm bigger than a
body of a
dinosaur I'm crazy, who would ever blow a
line before Going into a
math test, energetic as ever And all I
wrote down was my name: it's 'Chris Webster' Too drugged up to pay attention in class So I
got kicked out and put my focus on rap But don't do like I
do, cause I'm fucked in the
head All these un-prescribed meds, now I
need special ed I'm a
beast, I'm a
dog, I'm a
mother fucking pot head Nerf Gun in my hand, step and you'll be shot dead Still mother fucking crazy, don't doubt me Pocket full of lint, pack of bogies and my house keys Aw, Jeeze; I
be burning the
palm trees Keystone light to your fucking Dom P
Lazy kid, I
still live with my mom, see Smoking bud sleeping late playing Nazi Zombies 28 days later, see me in the
paper I'm a
mix of Stewie Griffin with a
little Darth Vader Leave a
crater in the
earth when I
drop my mix tape The
north star ain't this hot, for shit's sake Chase a
40 o.z. with a
box of fish flakes They might forget my name but they'll remember how my dick taste Dictate the
scene at all times Cause the
ninja rapper's back with an Optimus Rhyme You underclassmen can't see the
white noise, bitch That's why my mix tape's bumping in ya boy's whip Oh shit, I
spit and wreak havoc My vocal chords like twin Glocks, let me blast it Cause if anybody steps then I'm a
bury 'em C.T.'s on my back and I'm a
carry 'em Smoke blunts till my IQ's very dumb Stay high like the
water bill at an aquarium And I'm out