Yeah. This shit 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 fuck 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,

Bitch just watch me.



I drop shit on any topic,

Hottnes,

Then swap spit with hot chicks

And get my cock 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 bitch.

I spit a rhyme and I'm oudie (Audi),

Like an A6.



I make hits

And I hit the marijuana.

Then beat the shit 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 damn 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 fuck 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 fuckin' head case.

If I don't make it on the mic,

I'll make a sex 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' shit like Ari

Cause drama like Vince's brother.



Smoother than butter

With a pocket full of rubbers

And skills that'll make your girl

S-s-s-s-stutter.

Back up in this mother fucker

With avengence.

Make 'em pause

Like they got a comma in their sentence.

You can tell them this shit

As soon as I hit the entrance.

Fuck the shampoo

We rollin' that Herbal Essense.



'Cause I'm great like Alexander.

Two pokie balls,

Hanging,

Spit flames like charmander.

And I got your chick

Wetter than a blastoise

She said I'm sexy

And she love my raspy ass voice.

I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house

Ask Roise

Fucking with Webby is just a bad choice!



I'm a mother fucking 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 ass

Thirty rac up in the fucking crib.



Had 'em sayin,

"What the fuck 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 bite me

Like scruff mcgruff.

Gotta get these damn dogs youthinized.

I am back,

I'll as can be,

And super-sized

Like Star Fox

I am truly fly.

Can't do what I do,

Excuse you...



I be runnin' shit with my manager

Younger than me.

When I'm young as fuck,

And still nobody fucking with me.

I am in A&R's wet dream

Ready for the shit

'Cause the games a fucking rap

When they let Webby in this bitch.



Because the game's a fucking rap

When they let Webby in this bitch. [x2]



Yeah, you know.

Mad bars.

Maaaad bars.

Spit straight on any mixtape.

I'm I'll.

Yeah, what.