Webster Morgan Lyrics - Bars On Me - Chris Webby

Givin adrenaline a rush 

Yo, it's webby listen up 

Italiano on the mic eatin spaghetti in a cup 

When I bust, can't label it 

Crazy sick and I'm dangerous 

Take a rip from the dutchie and pass it to the left 

Chiropracter on the beat, I get it crackin like ya neck 

Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check 

Like japan's nuclear reactors I'm a threat 

To the entire nothern hemisphere 

Let ennim know that webby's here 

Chuggin belvedere then I follow it with some everclear 

Got em like "my god" them beatin me 

That shit don't make sense like hellen keller with an ipod 

Top my fioso, drinkin a four loko 

Hit em with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo 

Born in ochenta y ocho, han solo 

Always chasin pussy like a dog, call me todo 

Fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussy's in my team 

Just a poly and a silvio, kill it though 

Here we go, flowin it sick, bonin your chick 

I'm the 23 year old al capone of this shit 

Holdin the chips, rollin up over a sip 

Even people on the needle aren't doper than this 

They formerly know me as chris, now I'm transformin 

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Beat serial killer, webster morgan 

Not a blood splatter analysis just the type to strike fear 

Givin all these punk rappers paralysis 

And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big 

And I no longer need a dollar like I did 

Since I was a kid I knew I had a purpose on this planet 

So I always played the hand I was dealt 

.till I ran shit, all in with my damn chips 

Got em scared to ante up, they foldin like a pamphlet 

Slicker then a slip n slide, leavin crowds mystified 

Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside 

This is why webby be colossal with the flow 

The next generation of sopranos with the flow 

Run shit, lucky lucciano with the flow 

Not takin a math test but i'ma problem and you know 

I'ma pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonan rock it man 

Labels fightin over me like elien gonzalez, fam 

This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees 

In the 203 with yo girl on both knees 

So who you think you tryin kid 

Got the heart of a lion 

Rollin deeper than giant squid 

Do it big shoot outs at high noon 

When an instrumentals looking right I go and get the butcher knife 

And cut it up until I need a hook to write 

Went from a 98 altima and got a tinted black camaro 

Always sippin bottles of rum like jack sparrow 

Young rob denero, who charge like a pharoah 

More deadly than lego wasp with a loaded wuiver of arrows 

Bowsers back up in this bitch, the bad guy 

So when I steal your princess you don't gotta ask why 

I'ma beast and I show it through everything I'm recording 

Beat serial killer, webster morgan 

Not a blood splatter analysis just the type to strike fear 

Givin all these punk rappers paralysis 

And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big 

And I no longer need a dollar like I did 

Since I was a kid I knew I had a purpose on this planet 

So I always played the hand I was dealt 

.till I ran shit, all in with my damn chips 

Got em scared to ante up, they foldin like a pamphlet