Oh, whoa, okay.

Ha ha ha ha ha...

It's Chris Webby mother fuckers.

Yeah,

Where the party at?

Where the party at?

Yo back in middle school yo

This used to be my joint.

For real,

So let me get it uh.

Yo...



I can't lie,

All day,

I'm a partier.

I walk in more fly

Than Laguardia.

Yeah I'm white,

I don't mean to startle yah.

I rep the burbs from CT

To Narnia.



I'm talkin' Solo cups,

Keystone Light.

Cop 'em by the 30

Ain't no beating the price.

When it comes to gettin' twisted,

This dude here's gifted.

Got cats and boss

And sayin' I'm wicked.



'Cause if you bring a beat,

Them I'm a bring bars.

Then I'm a show you

Where the Wild Things Are.

I make it rain till it's pouring,

I don't spit game.

I put my cleats on, bitch,

And start scoring.



Ye, I'm nice as fuck

So light it up.

Hmm, where's the journalist

To write this up?

In the tabloids,

'Cause I'm making mad noise.

Fuck making a band, dude,

I already know I'm a bad boy.



'Cause the rules?

I don't follow 'em.

And my family jewels?

She gon' swallow 'em.

'Cause you know

I'll make your neighborhood rock,

Turn the house party

Into fucking Woodstock.



No cut, paste, and copy,

Don't mean to sound cocky.

But that's just my confidence, yo,

And I'm hardbody.

Cruisin',

Something like Ducatis,

Maybe Kawasaki,

I'm cooler than Lifanzie [?].



'Cause I've been a superstar,

Ever since my mommy

Wen't into labor,

Then out popped me.

Not even a street sign's

Capable to stop me.

Keep my lyrics stuck in your head

Like some Epoxy.



Now, motherfucker,

Comin' out of the south.

On a CT,

Get it poppin' off

And I'm out.

I'm nice, so you better notice.

Pop bottles with

Andy Sandberg and T-Pain

On a boat, bitch!



So honey how you doin'?

How's your night goin'?

We can head back to my crib

If you like boning.

And I like boning,

Until it's bright mornin'

And I'm a spit

Until I get my fucking mic stolen.



But I won't allow a burglery,

I'm goin' in like

Open heart surgery.

Until I'm on TV

Like Ron Burgundy,

I'm a spit until everybody heard of me.



It's Chris Webby.

Man,

I said it's Chris Webby.

Bitch,

Where the party at?

Now, where the party at?

Where the party at?

Now where the party at?

Bitch, and I'm out.