Church (Intro) - Chris Webby

Church (Intro) - Chris Webby
Welcome welcome All you ninjas
Come on in and make some room
Move on over now
Go watch out for the baby head
The baby You about to
Head the baby in the head
Why you gotta take up both seats
Just move on over
Lets start the show
We have a special guest tonight
He goes by the name of Chris Webby
Now this you man hails from Connecticut
After six mixtapes
After half a million downloads
After 20 million YouTube views
Countless sold out shows
And many a satisfied fan
All you ninjas
Give a warm welcome to your Chris Webby
You see I'm buzzing now
Shovel in hand I dug from
The underground
Lyrical artillery loaded
With forty dozen rounds
They used to run they mouth
Sh*t they Daffy Ducking now
Came out spitting
First photo shoot was my ultrasound
Throwing up my middle fingers
In my Mother's uterus
Spitting fire off of the top
Mount Vesuvius
Always caught disturbing the peace
They said I was Ludacris
Crazy unpredictable nutty
But never stupid butch
Smart guy like Taj Mauer eating pot brownies
On the run for killing beats
Till the f**king cops found me
On the loose again
Apple juice and gin
Out manouvering my enemies
Leave'em with sutures in
Cut'em up
Cause my flow is sharper than Excalibur
Maximus Decimus Maridius
To these challengers
Gladiator in the flesh
Swinging for your f**king neck
Slicing up these beats
While you butches can even cut a check
Up next final stop success like
Now hold on now hold up
Hold on now hold on
You gots to teach these boys how to rap
Cause what these boys out here is doing
Is not rap It's wack
You got to show them
The multi syllable schemes
You got to show them the air tight flow
You got to show them them punchlines
Now get on in there and do your thing son
Everything I do I do it with heart
Werewolf with a full moon in the dark
Tear a f**king human apart
I'm stupidly smart
Started on the east
But my music made a westward expansion
Something like Lewis and Clark
Climbing up the musical charts
And me falling off
That's like Bullseye from
Daredevil losing at darts
I'm just a crazy motherf**ker
Who was bred to be a monster
Since the eighties motherf**ker
I'm lyrically inclined
Put my spirit in my rhymes
Veins pumping hip hop
You can hear it in my lines
Rolling with a bunch of goons
Everyday we grinding on
And we All Spark
You can catch me up on Cybertron
I am on everything
Bad Meets Evil er
That's just how the cookie crumbles
Motherf**king Keebler
Mark my teachers words
They told me that I should be mature
But now that my pockets beefed up
I'm never going vegan sir
Grinding till the f**king day I stop breathing
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