Elephant

[Chorus: Jitta On The Track]

We finna see what they do

We're the elephant in the room

We're the local legends come true

That's not the way to come out of it

[Verse 1: ANoyd]

A–Noyd! Yeah!

Since when you did it that's it, yeah!

Since Natu servin' up your entree

I'm a giant like the brother Andre

Big man, grandé, hombré

Fill a room with an elephanté

Get in tune, I was in the womb writin' double entendres

Hooked to a machine like I'm Conway

Serve mе a plate, tengo hambre

ANoyd is thе boom shacka-lacka boomer

Put a socker bopper to ya

'Bout to hop inside a Uber

Got me erotis with a lot of cougars

The heavy drip a monsoona

The bright side of dark humor

The situation could be tumor

Tell you to suck it up like a Roomba

V-v-v-vooma

There you go

The real Champagne Popeye

You're a nape neck Dom Perignon

Send the mentions through boombox

Did I really type on your stereo?

Bus' a bus' the scenario

From Connecticut to Ontario

See me rock out like Jelly Roll

What's goodie

To the west side I boogie

You equipped, I'm fully

Under the ANoyd hoodie

My lyrical side is not a surprise

I see why they call me a bully

I put all these rappers inside a headlock and I'm probably gon' give 'em a noogie

The elephants in the room are not givin' no space to move

Drive at a slow pace to fuel

You wanna relocate? It's cool

It's gonna feel like it's April Fool's

I'm here now, nothin' else to prove

I pick me 'cause I'm safe to choose

I walk out, unscathed and bruised

And what we doin'? What we doin'?

[Chorus: Jitta On The Track]

We finna see what they do

We're the elephant in the room

We're the local legends come true

That's not the way to come out of it

Have to have trust in you

Not losing sleep for you

When the elephants in the room

They better clear a metropolis

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Yeah we the champs

I'll take the shot if I see the chance

I'll spike the ball and then TD dance

That final boss, you gon' see I am

That super shredder

My feet are planted

That grave's dug and you'll feed the plants

I chop the lyrics and feed 'em in

Like chopping down Oz to grams

OG I am, I know

Been at war like G.I. Joe

Yeah I been through this shit

You can't even imagine

And still I get up and I go

Never before

Keepin' that fire burnin' in my soul

Out on the road

Earnin' my stripes at a personal price

But murderin' mics is all I know

Woah, woah

Do not mis-measure my net worth

Goin' Chris Jenner

That kid clever

My skin tougher than thick leather

I'll quit never

So dear haters

I promise y'all that I'll keep givin' y'all displeasure

Your's truly, Chris Webster

An elephant in big letters

Yeah this shit isn't dumb luck

You must have me fucked up

Yeah I'll make 'em bounce with me

Can I get a "What, What!"

Uh, hang my trunk low

I'm wooly mammoth, y'all Dumbo

Never givin' a singular fuck so

Somebody go and hit that drum roll

[Bridge: Chris Webby]

Because I don't give a shit what you think

Been a man on the brink and I'm still that way

I was built that way

So until that day that I'm laid in the dirt and they fill that grave

Imma give my all 'til they get that praise

While I drip my balls and I spit that flame

Give a shit 'bout fame

Make 'em feel my pain

That's why they get chills when they hear my name

Webby

[Chorus: Jitta On The Track]

We finna see what they do

We're the elephant in the room

We're the local legends come true

That's not the way to come out of it

Have to have trust in you

Not losing sleep for you

When the elephants in the room

They better clear a metropolis