Blunt Ride Cypher (Interlude)

[Freestyle]

It’s Chris Webby, getting high as fuck right now

I’m hella sick, and no one knows what I’m infected with

So hi it’s nice to meet you

I’m the guy your girl been texting with

Evil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady shit

That’s potent as the poison in a fucking box jellyfish

In a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowship

Legolas and Aragorn cruising through Connecticut

Leave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicks

Throw around bread, I’m on my Hansel and Gretel shit

A psychopath on a path of destruction

Popping Xanax til I’m seeing black

I better pass the Dutch Master I’m puffing

The first up the the mic but the last to the function

Stumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for sucking

East Coast, we don’t borrow your swagger for nothing

We’d rather start a battle instead of having a discussion

So pass it back to me, cousin

Shit I’m so nice I could spit this shit right here backwards in Russian!

No sound like the one I got

They can hear it anytime I rock

Cause all I got’s my balls and my word

And this baggie full of herb

And I’m coming for that #1 spot

I’ve always been a loose cannon

They say I rolled off of a pirate ship

High as shit, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes’ll get

I’m out in Sochi, 720 to a flying split

And land all up in that vagina bitch, huh

See I be showing them what I can do with this shit

Yo what you think I was new to this shit?

Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seat

Giving head to me while I maneuver the whip

Vroom, rhyme book staying fucking full

Chemically Imbalanced, and fully fucking disfunctional