temper, temper

Singer: chris webby

mother fuckers

i hate you and all you fucking assholes

so fucking pissed off right now

yeah yeah temper

temper

calm down webby

some of these website gon' post me cause i rap for the burbs

without even spinning my record or inspecting my words. but while these bloggers underestimate my level of skill

i'm a shove this shit in their faces when i settle a deal

no fuck that

i'll shove it in their faces now

cause i'm unsigned making a couple thous for rapping in front of crowds. but because where i'm from these dudes don't take me serious

and make assessments and seconds before they here me spit. can you tell i'm pissed

well spectacular

webby's a cold blooded prick

a young dracula. to shatter your clavicle bone

tie you up and drag you

from the back of an acura and then set you up in the passenger seat. belt buckle you in and then poor gas all over your squirming body

drop a zippo on your lap

cock my head back laughing maniacally

take that bitch. throw a match in the gas tank

blow you to fragments. come back with a dust pan and sweep up all your ashes

and sprinkle em on the toilet paper i wipe my ass with. i got the craziest rap tactics

smoking crack till i black out

and wreak havoc on women and children are like elderly too. anybody who's not a subscriber to my youtube go get it

so if you don't like what i do

suck my mothafuckin' dick until your face turns blue. they like temper

temper calm down webby

take it down a notch

the world's not ready

let em talk shit they ain't steppin to you

they just mad of what you're destined to do

they like temper

temper calm down webby

take a chill pill man

the world's not ready

they mad at you for doin' everything that you do

piss me off and i will hate to be you. i know my attitude can get pissy ever so often

but there's so many dudes in this world that's pissing me off. and i should shut my mouth

just smile back and keep on walking. but i've kept my temper cool to the point it's causing exhaustion. my dude apathy told me to relax and just spit these bars

and ignore all these fuckin' faggots who diss me

who use my name in the hopes that i lose my cool and diss back

and they'll get buzzed by me putting the name in the track. so i zip it and continue on my promising path

making cash

so while they're running their mouth

i just gotta laugh

sit back

cop some dope from a groupie and just relax. even though deep in my soul i wanna go get me a axe

run up on their doorstep lookin' like a lumberjack

swing and slash till you couldn't i.d. the dude i attacked. but shit i've been to jail once and i'm not tryin' to go back

so i let it simmer in my brain until my skull cracks. say to myself

temper temper webby turn it down a notch

then the devil on my shoulder says to go walk down the block

find a shit talker

drag him to the highest mountain top

give him a parachute with a hole in it

throw him down and watch him hit the ground

splatter all over the fuckin' pavement

stand over what's left of him yelling now say shit". i know i'm a deranged headcase