Webster Morgan

[Intro] You know, I just be fucking killing beats, ya know? Killing beats, man That's what I do, yessir [Verse 1] Giving your adrenaline a rush Yo, it's Webby, listen up Italiano on the mic, eating spaghetti in a cup When I bust, can't label it Crazy sick and I'm dangerous Pesci up in a scorsese flip I'm never taking shit Take a rip from the Dutchie and pass it to the left Chiropractor on the beat, I get it cracking like your neck Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check Like Japan's nuclear reactors, I'm a threat To the entire Northern Hemisphere Lettin' em know that Webby's here Chugging Belvedere, then I follow it with Everclear Got them like "My God" them beating me That shit don't make sense like Helen Keller with an iPod Top mafioso, drinking a Four Loko Hit them with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo Born in ochenta y ocho, Han Solo Always chasing pussy like a dog, call me Toto Fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussies in my team Just a Paulie and a Silvio, kill it though Here we go, flowing it sick, boning your chick I'm the 23 year-old Al Capone in this shit Holding the chips, rolling up over a sip Even people on the needles aren't doper than this They formerly know me as Chris, now I'm transforming [Chorus] Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear Giving all these punk rappers paralysis And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big And I no longer need a dollar like I did Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit 'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet [Verse 2] Slicker than a Slip 'n Slide, leaving crowds mystified Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside This is why Webby be colossal with the flow The next generation of Sopranos with the flow Run shit, Lucky Luciano with the flow Not taking a math test but I'm a problem and you know I'm a pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonna rock it, man Labels fighting over me like Elían Gonzalez, fam This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees In the 203 with your girl on both knees So who you think you're trying, kid? Got the heart of a lion beneath some iron ribs Rolling deeper than a Giant squid Do it big, shootouts at high noon Beat killer, the fucking Ted Bundy of iTunes When an instrumental's looking right, I go and get the butcher knife And cut it up until I need a hook to write Went from a '98 Altima and got a tinted black Camaro Always sipping bottles of rum like Jack Sparrow Young Rob DeNiro who charges like a pharaoh More deadly than a Legolas with a loaded quiver of arrows Bowser's back up in this bitch, the bad guy So when I steal your princess, you don't gotta ask why I'm a beast and I show it through everything I'm recording [Chorus] Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear Giving all these punk rappers paralysis And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big And I no longer need a dollar like I did Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit 'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet [Outro] And that's it, ya know? I just be, uhh, fucking killing beats It's what I do, it's my M.O Ya know, it's- I don't know how to do anything else so fuck it Heh! Webster! Yeahh