Chris Webby

Chris Webby - We Made You lyrics

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Man, I don't even know what I'm doin in this motha fuckin booth right now)



Haha, let's go!



[Chorus:]

When you walk in the room, it is clear to see

I'm the one, with the bong, and the bag of weed

I'm a pothead

And everybody knows it's so drop dead

If you will oppose it

I'm the one whose burning



Back by popular demand

Wait no not yet, no one even knows who I am

But I'm the White Noise and I'm kickin it again

Kick em to the curb as I stick it to the man

Chris Webby, check the Johnathan Hancock

Walk around buzzed on and pot

Got so many lyrics, when I drop it I can't stop

Find me a biddy and I'm watching her pants drop

Whoa, start unzipperin now

There's no way I be simmerin down

But I be Donkey Kong and I'm a hit em with a simian pound

Keep buzzin like a sippian

Wow now, Kowabunga

When I come and hit em from the under

Round make sound like thunder

Quaint as the weather in a tundra

Stunned ya cause I'm rappin I'll

It'll really make ya wonder



[Chorus]



I'm the illest white rapper on 20 muscle relaxers

Sniffin anthrax just to feel the shit faster

I'm fuckin jedi master no need for a blaster

My lightsaber will leave none standin after

I swing it around and cut everyone to fractions

Keep em in a pile then drive away laughing

I think that I lost it, I can't explain my actions

Neither can the therapist, he says that I'm on crack

And I only have to agree cause I been smoking that

Since I was like 6 sittin on Santa's lap

Askin for my own prostitute and a bat

So I can knock her out and jerk off on her rack

A little animal is what the fuck I was

Poppin Ritalin, tattling, just to get a little buzz

Fuck, what was I even talking about? Uh...

Oh yeah, where was I? Kids, don't do drugs



[Chorus]



And that's why

My dutch

I've never had enough

So I'm a roll me up another once I finish this up

And that's why

My brain

Is now completely fucked

So I have no idea why I am even saying this stuff



I'm a young buck, fucked up, trashed like a dump truck

With bundles of smelling like a skunks butt

Slaughter any dumbfuck, messing with the come up

Like Mario with a green shroom, got 1up

On anybody cause you know I flow a dope

Walk around with a cane, beatin up older folk

I'm just looking for a pair of titties I can motorboat

Or a bottle of penicillin so I can overdose

Comatose mother fucker and the morning wood

Raspy ass voice sounded like Donald Duck

Mad Game, Crazy, rolling with a lot of sluts

Pop so many pills, who would know what I could vomit up?

Hanukkah to Ramadan, I got a bomb tickin

Goin on and on, who would stop at my mission?

Murder Robin Hood, fuckin choke him with my belt

And I steal from the rich and keep it for myself



[Chorus]



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