DJ Booth Freestyle

Yeah, it's Chris Webby

203 where you at? (We right here)

Yeah, it's like that

DJbooth.net (scratch that) exclusive

Let's get it poppin' (scratch that)

Cause every time I get on the mic, and I start reciting, or writing

I'm like a Titan, ain't nobody fuck with that

Poppin' vicodin, and fighting, striking, and biting

Quicker than lightning every time that Webby gets up on the track

Cause you know I done it, I kick it, pun it, and bun it

Step to me and you'll get punished cause I'm always spitting crack

Split a couple dutches, get blunted even though I'm so broke

I had to get fronted the money for the twenty sack

Baby, I'm a killa, with microphones who is realer?

I eat em like quesadillas every time I'm coming through

My skin may be vanilla, but I'm iller than any other spitta

You heard of recently, and that's just how I do

Cause you know I rap it, cause havoc over the Atlas

Someone needs to open my brain up and tighten up the screws

Talent, yes I have it, I'm magic, puff it and pass it

Cause I'm spittin' on the mic until my face is fully blue

Pick it up and drop it, I rock it no one can stop it

I pop it, lock it, no one can ever copy what he does

Rock on any topic while coppin' exotic product from the tropics

That will leave me a very solid buzz

Cause everyday I'm twistin', it's my mission for Christian

To blow up like nuclear fission when I'm pullin' up the rug

From under your feet while hitting your vision with the rhythm

Kick flipping over you motherfuckers and pulling bud

Cause you know I'm going and steady showin' you that my flowin' is potent

Cause I am always spittin' out the truth

Notoriety growing and white as the ocean

You could try to be boasting but I'll knock you out your boots

Cause you know I do this, making music so fluid

I'm barely lucid but I drop it baby and here is the proof

Cause this is the movement, I'm bruising my competition

While hitting them with the exclusive only for DJ Booth

I'm practically the best, DJBooth.net

So check the context, I'm wrecking these little punks

Don't even break a sweat while I hit them from the right to the left

Grind for my checks, with CDs in the trunk

Music's what I do, til I'm through I'll be true

From my head to my shoes because I'm never the type to stunt

Crack open a brew, have them saying "pee-yew!"

Cause I got that Pepe Le Pew, I'm rolling up the skunk

Baby I'm a villain, George Foreman grilling, whore killing

Everything I'm winning cause Webby could never lose

Until I got a million I'll be spilling my wisdom

Over any track that I'm given, and that's why I am that dude

That every kid in Connecticut's learned to respect

So all you haters hit the deck or you'll be leaving with a bruise

The next white hope, so step or get wrecked

Success is my destiny that I choose