Yeah. This s*** right here is for all the haters (haters). Alright?
Everybody sayin', "Yo dude, you can't spit."
And I'm like, I'm like, "Yo f*** that I can spit!".
Ha. So uh, let me just lay down mad bars.
(Mad bars) Yeah.
I'll spit a whole bunch of bars
re-roll up cigars.
I am greater than the rest,
super nova, the stars.
You're just the common cold
I am sors,
I do not spar,
every single blow will hit hard.
And I know what you are,
and hm, you're not me.
Outdo you in anything,
b**** just watch me.
I drop s*** on any topic,
hottnes,
then swap spit with hot chicks
and get my c*** licked.
I'm a rot pit
mixed with a little bijon.
Hugh Heff in a flesh
stay rollin' with three blondes.
So don't hate this,
I can't help that I'm great b****.
I spit a rhyme and I'm oudie (Audi),
like an A6.
I make hits
and I hit the marijuana.
Then beat the s*** out of Rihanna
just because I wanna.
Haha. Nah, I ain't Chris Brown.
I am Chris Web.
CT is listenin' to everything this kid says.
The only time I get bread's
at a meal
before my main course,
God d*** I need a deal.
I'm broke out on bail
and I'm livin' with my parents.
But I spit,
and got these high school girls starin'.
Darin' to be different,
apparently it's rhythm
that's keeping me goin'
every moment
that Webby be spittin'.
Spittin' like I got a loogie
stuck in my throat.
But f*** it
I'm dope.
The ring leader's runnin' the show.
So ring around the rosie,
with a pocket full of OC's.
Pop 'em all at once
and OD,
oh me!
Oh my!
So high!
I don't even want to land
contraband in my waistband
rip it 'cause I can.
Half man,
half ninja turtle,
half a f*****' head case.
If I don't make it on the mic,
I'll make a s** tape.
Me, Kim Kardashian, and Paris
in a three way.
Earn a right to disk
and make a million off of ebay.
I got true blood
runnin' in my veins.
Sharper than a vampire's fangs,
bang!
Sneeze a lightning bolt
'cause I'm always spitting thunder.
Runnin' s*** like Ari
cause drama like Vince's brother.
Smoother than b***er
with a pocket full of rubbers
and skills that'll make your girl
s-s-s-s-stutter.
Back up in this m************
with avengence.
Make 'em pause
like they got a comma in their sentence.
You can tell them this s***
as soon as I hit the entrance.
f*** the shampoo
we rollin' that Herbal Essense.
'Cause I'm great like Alexander.
Two pokie b****,
hanging,
spit flames like charmander.
And I got your chick
wetter than a blastoise
she said I'm s**y
and she love my raspy a** voice.
I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house
ask Roise
f****** with Webby is just a bad choice!
I'm a mother f****** goblin man.
Get the Cablevision,
rhythm, rippin' on demand.
You can see me with the mic on my sonogram
and the doc was like,
"Hm, I think we've got a problem ma'am".
Had a rattle in my right hand
dutchie in the other, kid,
diaper on my a**
thirty rac up in the f****** crib.
Had 'em sayin,
"What the f*** is up?".
'Cause all I do is fill up cups
and puff a dutch.
Rollin' with a crew of giants
like Justin Tucks
so if you really wanna step
better muscle up
'cause I really got to show 'em
when enough's enough.
'Cause now these rappers trying to b*** me
like scruff mcgruff.
Gotta get these d*** dogs youthinized.
I am back,
ill as can be,
and super-sized
like Star Fox
I am truly fly.
Can't do what I do,
excuse you...
I be runnin' s*** with my manager
younger than me.
When I'm young as f***,
and still nobody f****** with me.
I am in A&R's wet dream
ready for the s***
'cause the games a f****** rap
when they let Webby in this b****.
Because the game's a f****** rap
when they let Webby in this b****. [x2]
Yeah, you know.
Mad bars.
Maaaad bars.
Spit straight on any mixtape.
I'm ill.
Yeah, what.
Everybody sayin', "Yo dude, you can't spit."
And I'm like, I'm like, "Yo f*** that I can spit!".
Ha. So uh, let me just lay down mad bars.
(Mad bars) Yeah.
I'll spit a whole bunch of bars
re-roll up cigars.
I am greater than the rest,
super nova, the stars.
You're just the common cold
I am sors,
I do not spar,
every single blow will hit hard.
And I know what you are,
and hm, you're not me.
Outdo you in anything,
b**** just watch me.
I drop s*** on any topic,
hottnes,
then swap spit with hot chicks
and get my c*** licked.
I'm a rot pit
mixed with a little bijon.
Hugh Heff in a flesh
stay rollin' with three blondes.
So don't hate this,
I can't help that I'm great b****.
I spit a rhyme and I'm oudie (Audi),
like an A6.
I make hits
and I hit the marijuana.
Then beat the s*** out of Rihanna
just because I wanna.
Haha. Nah, I ain't Chris Brown.
I am Chris Web.
CT is listenin' to everything this kid says.
The only time I get bread's
at a meal
before my main course,
God d*** I need a deal.
I'm broke out on bail
and I'm livin' with my parents.
But I spit,
and got these high school girls starin'.
Darin' to be different,
apparently it's rhythm
that's keeping me goin'
every moment
that Webby be spittin'.
Spittin' like I got a loogie
stuck in my throat.
But f*** it
I'm dope.
The ring leader's runnin' the show.
So ring around the rosie,
with a pocket full of OC's.
Pop 'em all at once
and OD,
oh me!
Oh my!
So high!
I don't even want to land
contraband in my waistband
rip it 'cause I can.
Half man,
half ninja turtle,
half a f*****' head case.
If I don't make it on the mic,
I'll make a s** tape.
Me, Kim Kardashian, and Paris
in a three way.
Earn a right to disk
and make a million off of ebay.
I got true blood
runnin' in my veins.
Sharper than a vampire's fangs,
bang!
Sneeze a lightning bolt
'cause I'm always spitting thunder.
Runnin' s*** like Ari
cause drama like Vince's brother.
Smoother than b***er
with a pocket full of rubbers
and skills that'll make your girl
s-s-s-s-stutter.
Back up in this m************
with avengence.
Make 'em pause
like they got a comma in their sentence.
You can tell them this s***
as soon as I hit the entrance.
f*** the shampoo
we rollin' that Herbal Essense.
'Cause I'm great like Alexander.
Two pokie b****,
hanging,
spit flames like charmander.
And I got your chick
wetter than a blastoise
she said I'm s**y
and she love my raspy a** voice.
I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house
ask Roise
f****** with Webby is just a bad choice!
I'm a mother f****** goblin man.
Get the Cablevision,
rhythm, rippin' on demand.
You can see me with the mic on my sonogram
and the doc was like,
"Hm, I think we've got a problem ma'am".
Had a rattle in my right hand
dutchie in the other, kid,
diaper on my a**
thirty rac up in the f****** crib.
Had 'em sayin,
"What the f*** is up?".
'Cause all I do is fill up cups
and puff a dutch.
Rollin' with a crew of giants
like Justin Tucks
so if you really wanna step
better muscle up
'cause I really got to show 'em
when enough's enough.
'Cause now these rappers trying to b*** me
like scruff mcgruff.
Gotta get these d*** dogs youthinized.
I am back,
ill as can be,
and super-sized
like Star Fox
I am truly fly.
Can't do what I do,
excuse you...
I be runnin' s*** with my manager
younger than me.
When I'm young as f***,
and still nobody f****** with me.
I am in A&R's wet dream
ready for the s***
'cause the games a f****** rap
when they let Webby in this b****.
Because the game's a f****** rap
when they let Webby in this b****. [x2]
Yeah, you know.
Mad bars.
Maaaad bars.
Spit straight on any mixtape.
I'm ill.
Yeah, what.