Webster's Laboratory Lyrics

[Intro]
Welcome, welcome!
Id like to welcome you all to Websters Laboratory
Ill be your host for the evening
Chris Webby if you didnt already know
Step right in, let me show you around real quick
Lets cook some shit up
(Cough)
Yeah!

[Verse 1]
Its that verbal visionary, criminally literary
Spit it clever, bitch its Webster
You could check me on the dictionary under author credits
Im the author, get it?
Mind sharper than a cutless that Ill saw your head with
So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice
Shaved his fucking combover off his head and made my exit
They cant see me, cause me see dyslexic
Cooking acid tablets on my omelet during breakfast
Three moves in Tetris? Nah but I got a triple stack
Im talking E. pills until I cant remember jack, shit
Rolling with aliens like Men In Black
Repping for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that
Im a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw
Roll a J of Sour D, get twisted like a crazy straw
Im a motherfucking beast off the leash
Until the obituary say that Webby is deceased
Killer beats, call a priest, they cant censor me
Cause if they try, the whole fucking song will be a bleep
Im a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco
Rolling on these bitches with better stash than Rondo
Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco
Running people over like its grand theft auto
CT to Cabo, Im killing them with hot flow
Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy

[Interlude]
So you see, here in Webbys lab
Im gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples
Some industry beats
All cooked together with a nice topping of Dope lyrics
Oh yeah and its free, courtesy of Datpiff
And myself of course
The album is coming soon, so buy that
But until then, enjoy

[Verse 2]
Yeah! Its that wacky underrated rapping caucasian
Im not in it for the fame and the money, but shit Ill take em
Ive been waiting here patiently while others got big
Now Im like Pick me coach, Ill slaughter these kids!
Im so hungry you can hear my fucking stomach through my ribs
Calling dibs on a title, let me show them what it is
Im wrecking tracks, doing shows, and getting cash, huh
Im triple x, way too big for any freshman class
Its in my repertoire, every single bar is hard
Spitting fire like Im the human version of Charizard
A Super Smash Brother make that money stack brother
Stick my dick in instrumentals til Im on my last rubber
Motherfucker, what? Long as I can bust a nut
All over a track and then Im bouncing with a couple sluts
Not to be derogatory, but you need to drop a shorty
Take them panties off, Im in that ass like a suppository
Pop a 40 and chug until Im puking all over the rug
Never sober, rolling the bud
Master with the multi-syllable raps
No ones iller in fact, with a precision Reggie Miller would back, huh
Im just a Looney Toon, way more rude than you
And if you dont like what Im doing, sue me dude
I havent ever and Ill never give an f-word
Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter

[Outro]
So boys and girls
6 mixtapes deep and I still havent lost my touch as you can see
You know, I just really want to say thank you
To everyone who has supported me thus far
I feel like its really time to take this shit over
Ninja Swag, bitches!
So again, welcome to Websters Laboratory
And have a lovely fucking day

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