let's hit you with some bars real quick
axe murder a beat the way i spit a free
lizzie borden in the flesh come and get at me
like the witch of the west
can't see me like paranormal activity
killin' shit everyday till you get sick of me
cause i been a beast since the priest christened me
blowin' up ya tape deck c.t. to great neck
dutch full of o.g. kush and some train wreck
i stick it in they jaws then i get 'em out they draws
i'm a boss and break laws but never take a loss
i'm just doin' it because
i'm the best to do this within my age bracket
soulja boy: none of 'em can match it
and tell all your boys how webby spit that madness
got pussy goin' nuts like i got some catnip
i murder 'em for practice
do what i do when i. burn
then ya gonna puff puff pass
more bars than a phone in a verizon store
i'm bigger than a body of a dinosaur
who would ever blow a line before
and all i wrote down was my name: it's 'chris webster'
too drugged up to pay attention in class
so i got kicked out and put my focus on rap
cause i'm fucked in the head
all these un-prescribed meds
i'm a mother fuckin' pot head
step and you'll be shot dead
still mother fuckin' crazy
pack of bogies and my house keys
jeeze; i be burnin' the palm trees
keystone light to your fuckin' dom p
smokin' bud sleepin' late playin' nazi zombies
i'm a mix of stewie griffin with a little darth vader
leave a crater in the earth when i drop my mix tape
the north star ain't this hot
chase a 40 o.z. with a box of fish flakes
they might forget my name but they'll remember how my dick taste
dictate the scene at all times
cause the ninja rapper's back with an optimus rhyme
you underclassmen can't see the white noise
that's why my mix tape's bumpin' in ya boy's whip
my vocal chords like twin glocks
cause if anybody steps then i'm a bury 'em
c.t.'s on my back and i'm a carry 'em
smoke blunts till my iq's very dumb
stay high like the water bill at an aquarium