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def jam vendetta - chris webby lyrics

[verse 1: chris webby]
you gon’ see a rapper get smacked def jam vendetta
no one better word to my abuela
she’s getting sharp cheddar, mozzarella
super*powered, supervillain, super shredder
busta rhymes and i flip mode
tall stacks like big show
you want to look at me eye to eye then you best get on your tiptoes
got sick flows, and i flex wraps, come face off and i’ll bet stacks
your favorite rapper rubbing that celebrity deathmatch
i’m triple a charles in your face
undertaker with a shovel out
rashiki how my name carry weight
hardy boyz how i doubled down
the rock before you with dwayne johnson
raising up with that eyebrow
they’ll vote leave them unconscious
called a fight when they lie down
to i now to come back herb, feel like i’m living in sp*ce b*lls
they hit the ground like rainfall choke slamming, f*ck out of jake paul
got a mask on like mankind, webby up in his d*mn prime
so facing off with me right now, you must be out of your d*mn mind
got a belt on, tell me how that look
take a diamond dallas page out of my book
if you want to learn the rap recipe, then i can teach ’em how to cook, look
weaponize with that raw sound
when i’m aiming, i’m knock ’em all down (sh*t)
even if you ain’t in my sights, my kids are straight like a dog pound
going off now like, whoa
you think black [?]?
hit him, i hit him i, hit him low
i’m a monster with the flow (oh)
rowdy rowdy give ’em an experience without a body
right to the hospital lobby
[chorus: chris webby]
if you step to me, i’mma hold my grandma words
are wrapping spree, i’mma lay you down
you gon’ see a rapper get smacked def jam vendetta (detta)
you ain’t gon’ find n0body better (ever)
ever, ever
send ’em all out on a strecher

[verse 2: jarren benton]
on a stretcher celebrity deathmatch f*ck around your neck snap better go get your best grabs
you ain’t leaving alive in as fact
some ssh*t only nn*gga like x lacks make it fit
give me child like a handrail
i was starving can even get rid of scratch
had the bounce back lift
the breast that you may catch a n*gga down on fairfax
it’s all jim duggan b*tch, i’m gonna end up pushing n*ggas b*ttons please
i had a rabbit in the pieces put them in the oven turn them into stopping thinking n*gga
pull up and pull up on me cause it’s s***** give his on this and dirty dozen 30 in equipment n*gga
get the bus and i can drop the gun and we get asked often if you yeah can you smell what the rock cooking?
body mean*mugging tell him stop looking
at my picture bullet that i’m not good
give me one reason i shouldn’t, it just one thing i’m not doing it
we don’t back down in the background 123 i’m pulling
the f*ck it let’s just have a cage fighter
i jump off the road it’s date night
watches body dropping and shake light
and hard i can’t even save his life
he lost a lot of blood like eight pints
this a def jam van get a king in the bag leaving in a stretcher
[chorus: chris webby]
if you step to me, i’mma hold my grandma words
are wrapping spree, i’mma lay you down
you gon’ see a rapper get smacked def jam vendetta (detta)
you ain’t gon’ find n0body better (ever)
ever, ever
send ’em all out on a strecher

- chris webby lyrics

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