tazmanian devil
chris webby
three hundred and seven degrees
call me shredder with a veteran steez
i'm that cracker with the spreadable cheese
the shit is simple as easy mac
swing until my femur snaps
i got the energy levels of taking speed with crack
the beaten path was not for me
stepped in the ring and do shit to death
i'ma shake your brain with chin checks
and a broken nose and go blow for blow
i hoped you that you know the ropes
i've been against that wall like the shoulder closed
and it's safe to say that they will never give me my props
like i trained with brock
i'm about to go crazy watch
they can't tame me or play me on radio
i'm too real in a game full of fakes and so
never let the devil take my soul
i'm swinging valerian steel and break the mold
you better listen what christian be putting them in submission
i'm ripping with precision until they gon' put me in prison
for killing everything that entered my vision
i put all my enemies with 'em
then you know i'm about to hop in the chevy
and i'm pulling up with tommy vercetti
you gonna need a cheat code if you're copying webby
'cause i'm wanted with 5 stars with a body already
ask xan how he felt from the wrath of chris
and he scratched his whip
and then waved the white flag