Def Jam Vendetta

[Intro: Chris Webby] If you step to me, I'mma hold my ground My words are weaponry, I'mma lay you down [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah, you gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta No one better, word to my abuela Cheese getta, sharp cheddar, mozzarella Super-powered, supervillain, super shredder Busta Rhymes and I flip modes Tall stacks like big show You want to look at me eye to eye, then you best get on your tiptoes Got sick flows, and I flex raps, come face off and I’ll bet stacks And then your favorite rapper I will bring back celebrity deathmatch I’m Triple H, all in they face Undertaker with a shovel out Rashiki how my name carry weight Hardy Boyz how I doubled down The Rock before he was Dwayne Johnson Raising up with that eyebrow Elbow leave 'em unconscious Called a fight when they lie down Too high now to come back to earth Feel like I’m living in Space Balls They hit the ground like rainfall Choke slam the fuck out of Jake Paul Got a mask on like mankind, Webby up in his damn prime So facing off with me right now, you must be out of your damn mind Got a belt on, tell me how that look Take a Diamond Dallas page out of my book If you want to learn the rap recipe, then I can teach ‘em how to cook, look Weaponized with that raw sound When I’m aiming, I’m knock 'em all down (shit) Even if you ain’t in my sights, might catch a stray like a dog pound Going off now like, whoa You think black rhymes are the dough? Hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em low I’m a Monstar with the flow (oh) Rowdy Roddy give 'em an experience that's outside of body Right to the hospital lobby, yeah [Chorus: Chris Webby] If you step to me, I'mma hold my ground My words are weaponry, I'mma lay you down Yeah, you gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta) You ain’t gon' find nobody betta (never) Ever, ever Send ‘em all out on a stretcher [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Ok, celebrity deathmatch, fuck around get your neck snapped Better go get your best scraps You ain’t leaving alive and that’s facts Imma shit on a nigga like X lacks Make your bitch give me top like a head wrap I was starving couldn't even get bread scraps Had the bounce back, let the bread stack You may catch a nigga down on Fairfax Hacksaw Jim Duggan, bitch I’m on the edge don’t push a niggas buttons (please) I hack a rapper, hand the pieces for them in the oven, turn them into stuffin' Think a nigga bluffin' Pull up on me cuz and shit'll get bizzare and this ain’t dirty dozen .30 in the clip when nigga's get to bussin' I can drop the gun and we can get the scuffin’ Yeah can you smell what The Rock cooking? Why they mean-mugging? Tell him stop looking at my picture Bullet at him, not good in Give me one reason I shouldn’t, it just one thing I’m not doing it We don’t back down in the background 1-2-3 I’m pulling Yeah, now fuck it let’s just have a cage fight I jump off the rope with a steak knife Watch his body dropping and shake light He in Harlem, doc' couldn't even save his life He lost a lot of blood like eight pints This a Def Jam Vendetta, if you ain’t in the bag you leaving in a stretcher [Chorus: Chris Webby] If you step to me, I'mma hold my ground My words are weaponry, I'mma lay you down You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta) You ain’t gon' find nobody betta (Ever) Ever, ever Send ‘em all out on a stretcher