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Welcome, welcome! All you ninjas!
Come on in and make some
on over, now!
Go - watch out for the head!
The baby... You about to head the in the head.
Why you gotta take up both
Just on over!
start the show
We have a special guest tonight... He by the name of Chris Webby
Now, this you man, hails Connecticut
After six
After a million dollars
After 20 YouTube views
Countless out shows
And a satisfied fan!
All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your... Chris

You see I'm now
in hand I dug from the underground
Lyrical loaded with forty-dozen rounds
They used to run mouth
Shit, Daffy Duckin' now!
Came out
First photo shoot was my
Throwin' up my middle fingers in my uterus
Spittin' off of the top
Vesuvius
Always caught disturbing the
They said I was
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but stupid, b*tch
Smart guy like Taj Mauer eatin' pot
On the run for beats 'till the f*ckin' cops found me
On the again
Apple and gin
Out my enemies
'em with sutures in
Cut 'em up
Cause my flow is than Excalibur
Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to challengers
in the flesh
Swinging for your neck
Slicing up these
While you b*tches can even cut a
Up next, stop, success, like,

Now hold on, now hold up, on now, hold on...
You to teach these boys how to rap.
Cause what boys out here is doing, is not rap. It's wack
You got to them the multi-syllable schemes
You got to show the air-tight flow
You got to show them, punchlines
Now get on in and do your thing, son!

Everything I do, I do it with
with a full moon in the dark
Tear a f*cking human
I'm smart
on the east
But my music made a westward expansion something Lewis and Clark
up the musical charts
And me falling
That's like Bullseye from losing at darts
I'm just a motherf*cker
Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties
I'm inclined
Put my spirit in my
Veins pumpin'
You can hear it in my
Rollin' a bunch of goons
we grindin' on
And we All
You can me up on Cybertron
I am on
Bad Evil-er
That's how the cookie crumbles
Keebler!
Mark my teachers
They told me I should be mature
But now that my pockets up
I'm never vegan, sir
Grindin' 'till the f*ckin' day I stop