[Verse 1:]

I'm a beast on the mic

When I speak, when I write

Speak to the sight, OZ and a pike

I don't give a fuck that my jeans so tight,

Don't worry bout me go live your life

Just too nice, rock it I'll

No auto tune, just lots of skill

Crazy so says dr. phil

Rollin up and pop a pill

Do what I do

And I rep for the 2 to the 0 to the 3

I got it dude

Never hold back with the words I spew

Through my mouth aimed right at you

Through and through I'm that

You don't wanna try that

Can't see me like ya own eyelash

Snap on em like a venus fly trap

I'm back, best in the burbs

Kill the track with the excellent words

That I got in my brain, when I drop it insane

Top of the game, live and learn

Always drop the hottest

Cause you know that webby got it

Bein dope isn't a question

It's a fuckin pinky promise

I'm crazy, nothin but straight jackets in my closet

Roofy in myself with Zachary galifinakis

Higher than a rocket orbiting the rings of Jupiter

I'm the psychopathic illegitimate son of Lucifer



[Verse 2:]

Kill anything that I go and do

Come at me once and your dead

In the afterlife you'll be 0 and 2

It's fantasy to imagine me in a sober mood

Winnings what I chose to do

And I did and now it's game over dude

I'm the next white boy just to let you know

I grab a hold of the beat and I never let it go

That's why they buyin a ticket to come to webby's show

So grab a tampax, I got a heavy flow

Do what I does, always buzzed

Then say that I don't do drugs

Never been a day that I gave a fuck

So shut your mouth and tape it up

Rollin in with vitamins, vicadin, liquid nitrogen

So much fuckin weed that I'll prolly forget my lines again

Uhh, fuck, what was I getting at

I've lost my mind I'm surprised I still have my head attached

I get my razor in hand and you know I shred a track

So spread the mother fuckin word bitch webbys back.