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  • 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 dollars
    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 buzzin' now
    Shovel in hand
    I dug from the underground
    Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds
    They used to run they mouth
    *************t, they
    Daffy Duckin' now!
    Came out spittin'
    First photo shoot was my ultrasound
    Throwin' up my middle fingers in my
    Mother's uterus
    Spittin' fire off of the top
    Mount Vesuvius
    Always caught disturbing the peace
    They said
    I was Ludacris
    Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, *************
    Smart guy like
    Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies
    On the run for killing beats ‘till the ******' cops found me
    On the loose again
    Apple juice and gin
    Out manouverin' 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 ******g neck
    Slicing up these beats
    While you ******* 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 ******g 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 mother*******
    Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties mother*******
    I'm lyrically inclined
    Put my spirit in my rhymes
    Veins pumpin' hip-hop
    You can hear it in my lines
    Rollin' with a bunch of goons
    Everyday we grindin' 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
    Mother******g
    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
    Grindin' ‘till the ******' day
    I stop breathing
    Word
  • 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 dollars
    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 buzzin' now
    Shovel in hand
    I dug from the underground
    Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds
    They used to run they mouth
    *************t, they
    Daffy Duckin' now!
    Came out spittin'
    First photo shoot was my ultrasound
    Throwin' up my middle fingers in my
    Mother's uterus
    Spittin' fire off of the top
    Mount Vesuvius
    Always caught disturbing the peace
    They said
    I was Ludacris
    Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, *************
    Smart guy like
    Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies
    On the run for killing beats ‘till the ******' cops found me
    On the loose again
    Apple juice and gin
    Out manouverin' 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 ******g neck
    Slicing up these beats
    While you ******* 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 ******g 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 mother*******
    Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties mother*******
    I'm lyrically inclined
    Put my spirit in my rhymes
    Veins pumpin' hip-hop
    You can hear it in my lines
    Rollin' with a bunch of goons
    Everyday we grindin' 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
    Mother******g
    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
    Grindin' ‘till the ******' day
    I stop breathing
    Word