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80 barz (2019) - chris webby lyrics

[verse]
yeah
i rip up the mic, dirty
battle anybody who’s worthy
still on the field in my ct jersey
you see me, heard me
felt me, purely
the sickest on the earth
ain’t no sh*t to cure me
still nerdy since n64
goldeneye, golden gun
twenty clips and more
equipped for war so b*tch better hit the floor
or these punchlines will hit your core
rattle bones and i’ll bruise organs
show up with the four hors*m*n
i’m dexter morgan
k!ll evеryone outta boredom
offendin’ mormons
likе roundtable discussions about abortion
p*ss off like half of the people i’m crossin’
i’m lava
charizard, hardest bars on the
surface of the planet, godd*mnit, i’m a monster
school of piranhas rippin’ through your whole roster
leave nothin’ but your skeletal remains layin’ on the
bottom of the river bed
ain’t no one as sick as webb
eightyhd for life, still on my freakin’ meds
adderall baby, i’m crazy but sh*t, i’m still ahead
in the booth like bill and ted
do any time, period
now i’m really gettin’ bread
check the grand totals
worldwide webb ’bout to take this sh*t global
independent mogul
eatin’ ’til i’m so full
and got my foes evacuatin’ like it’s chern0byl
i could really give a sh*t about the music industry
i’m in the webby industry so i’m just movin’ differently
don’t answer to a label i just answer to my listeners
long as they been jammin’ then we good
i keep spittin’ words
and givin’ you the quality lyricism you’ve grown to love
took a minute but just check the numbers
i’ve been blowin’ up
now they know what’s up
i’m that honkey
and still they can’t see me like they playin’ pin the tail on the donkey
i’ll nuke ya with bazookas, runnin’ through ya
barracuda, so be careful where you scuba
rap god puffin buddha
my hearts hard and you would think i lost a f*ckin’ staring contest to medusa
now i’m really on the map
no one stoppin’ that
been a beast since i rocked the hat that got the flaps
now i got ladies grabbin’ on my shaft like i’m robert kraft
bust a nut and then i never call ’em back
see these other rappers leprechauns
i’m the f*ckin’ megalodon
i’m ice cold
freeze the water when i stop the pond
i’m three times the amount of drugs that i said i was on
but still get all the questions right when f*ckin’ jeopardy’s on
yeah, f*ck a clout chaser
i’ma chase ’em off a cliff
without a f*ckin’ parachute so we can break his fall with it
i’m sick of all this sh*t
keepin’ to myself and keep my audience happy
without a major or the industry politics
like i’m captain obvious
webby statin’ the facts
i’m just sayin’ what i’m sayin’
never takin’ it back
i don’t apologize
i’m overqualified, personified
underground so long i’m feelin’ fossilized
listen, you can check the carbon dating on my earliest hits
on datpiff
back when baby you was nursin’ on tits
you had a diaper full of sh*t while i was murderin’ sh*t
yeah, i’m a lifer in this b*tch and now i’m thirty and rich
and i’m lovin’ how it feels
knowin’ all my peers that counted me out
are lookin’ back to see me on the hills
f*ck catchin’ ’em, i’ma blow past ’em
while they gettin’ cramps in they side, gasping, action
f*ck a lights, camera
microphone damager
fully loaded stamina
sharper than these amateurs
now they spinnin’ webb like tarantulas
spit so hot i’ll thaw the ground in yukon, canada
listen webby’s always rappin’ thorough
i’m such an animal my life is narrated by david attenborough
see me up on planet up, apex predator
servin’ motherf*ckers like a young roger federer
listen, this a stick up
better empty out your register
keep my musket loaded just so i could shoot the messenger
raisin’ up the temperature like fossil fuel executives
but i was broke so long i’m used to livin’ in the negative
k!llin’ sh*t consecutive
ain’t no one consistent as me
go ask anyone who listens to me
kept it real for ten years in a game full of fake motherf*ckers
why you think they keep their distance from me?
i’m just different you see
i run my whole sh*t sittin’ in the c*ckpit
auto rocket, on the grind better watch it
connecticut on top b*tch, huh
yeah, it’s eighty bars later and i’m still spittin’ hot sh*t

- chris webby lyrics

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