Contradictory to Grown Ups

[Intro]

Yeah! It's Chris Webby

Up in Webster's Laboratory right now, you know

Just cooking some shit up!

As I said, bars for days, of course, ha, yah

Let's go, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]

First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang, yo

But it’s Webby and I still be Off The Chain, so

I’ll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros

Stacking YouTube hits like a double rainbow

So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel (yeah)

Tryna stay on course like a boat's keel (yeah)

They wanna know how I be killin’ it with no deal

And got the game mapped out, Michael Scofield

No prison break, get up here and renovate

Every venue that I’m hittin’ up in every state (yeah)

Twist a zig-zag then I levitate

Webby been bad, Professor Snape (ha)

I’m like Manny Pacquiao times four (four)

Hyping up the crowd when I’m out on tour

I need a dollar like I told you before

So I could cop an Arnold Palmer when I’m hittin’ the store (yeah. baby)

Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin’ bud

I think I’m still rollin’, Team Pup N’ Suds (ha ha)

Now I’m going big time and I’m lovin’ this (this)

When I step in, dudes better cuff your chick (chick)

I don’t speak game (game), I say a couple words (words)

Next thing you know we’re both under the comforter

In the comfort of my hotel suite

Having sloppy drunk sex and forget 'em by next week

I’m a beast (woo!), reppin’ Connecticut like a husky

CT swag, everybody here loves me

Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty (nah)

Running shit like Nucky, trust me (trust me)

Name buzzin’ all over the fuckin’ country

Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me (yeah)

So just feed me beats, I got the munchies

Nothing better than an instrumental when I’m hungry (yeah)

The illest thing that ever hit pro tools

I’m 1-51, they just O'Doules (heh)

Live by no rules, no one’s stoppin’ me

They say Webby rocks, geology (yeah)

Even haters gotta bump my shit

So what, thanks for the YouTube hits, you dumb bitch (dumb bitch)

Put me in the mix, I’ma be the last spittin’

I’m a tiger, y’all domesticated cat, kitten (meow)

You’ll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin’

It’s a fact, listen, I’ll be on a track rippin’ (yeah)

Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with ‘em (ha ha ha)

And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libbing (what)

Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms

Webby’s the deadliest catch, I’m goin’ crab fishin’ (bitch)

Teachin’ hip-hop 101, so take notes

Bring it back, mu'fucker, I’m done (I'm done)

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, Webby

Murdering shit, that's what I do, you know, ha ha

Yeah, Webby's laugh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, uh, uh, yeah