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"Killin' Em" lyrics by CHRIS WEBBY
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"Killin' Em"

Yeah! Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Ye ye, I'm killin' 'em
Till my bank statement reads 27 million
They said I couldn't do it so you know I gotta get it done
Acrobatic rappin' the way that Webby be flippin' son
Six mixtapes and the fans need more
I hit the fork in the road and took a detour
Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down
Cause I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4
Blow minds when they heard the rap
Hustle so many tapes you think I'm servin crack
Make bass lines sizzle when I burn a track
Only dude who made Datpiff's server crash
Yo I'm nice better learn the facts
Came a long fuckin' way not a chance I'll be turning back
Uh, so you know that I'm a rap check 'em
When I put my fitted cap back like Ash Ketchum
I beat 'em up grab an EMT
Think you better then you must be takin' DMT
Dream on mothafucka I am thee MC
Hard body flow cop my tape at GNC
I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc
Cause I got more lines than a Stop & Shop
On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot
Of shit stealthy in the game like an ocelot
Mortal Kombat logo tatted on my back
So you know I'm gonna "Finish Him" from the moment I attack
I'm a train passenger all I need is a track
To be getting' where I'm goin' and when I do it's a wrap
So step when I bust
Get left in my dust
I'm in it to the finish investin' my bucks
The best and I just don't stop... an animal
My manager found me up at Pet Supplies Plus
Plus I be killin' 'em consecutively
Without expending any energy effortlessly
I got a bag full of trees, Chef Boyardee
And a hometown throne in the 203
Motherfuckas know
They better tuck and roll
Cause I'm the Master and Commander of this shit
They call me Russell Crowe
I'll never love a ho
So I'll wear a rubber bro
If I have a kid I'll get disowned by my mother yo
On another note nobody can step to me
I think I may have told you already but with my memory
It's hard to remember anything after all the ecstasy
But still they can't touch me like I got a case of Leprosy
I got 'em askin' questions like they playin' Jeopardy
"A dope spittin' white boy? "
"What is Chris Webby"
See they take shit too serious, I'm here to add some levity
Roll a J and take one to the head John Kennedy
What I'm here to do is pretty fuckin' clear cut
Even at 45 with a beer gut
I'm a still get your chick wetter than a tear duct
And make mixtapes that'll get your ear fucked
Not in Taylor Gang,
Not a Young Mula
I'm in Webby's World
I am the 1 Rula
Nerf Gun Shoota
With a dumb aim
Leavin' Monica Lewinsky with a cum stain
Untamed understand the flows
I'm dope, but at this point the fans should know
HBO flow with a Band of Bros
And a chick with an ass fatter then Amber Rose
I throw 'em off like a star pitcher
They can't follow the flow the way the bars hit cha
I'm a bar spitta
Them beaten me is like seein' Mel Gibson at a Bar Mitzvah
I be killin' 'em
I be killin' 'em
Webby's Lab

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