Feel The Bern (Freeverse)

Read Chris Webby's Explanation of "#FeelTheBern (Freeverse)"

[Intro]

Ya

Webby's Lab 2!

CT, what up man, still got those motherfucking bars on deck

[Verse 1]

I'm a killer whale

My frigging tail could tip the scales

And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails

On dark nights, you ain't catching me with Christian Bale

I'm a Tom Hardy and Ledger up in the city jail

Fuck bail, I'm already down in hell and chilling

Raise hell and sinnin'

Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him

So when I'm Grammy winning, giving acceptance speeches

I ain't sharing the credit with him

Machete gripping

And Redy Whipping, up in my Chevy ripping

From Connecticut to your television, you better listen

Cause the flow's so vicious

I'm superhuman all they are is superstitious

So watch yourself bitches

Cause I be so malicious, vicious

So stay the mother fuck up out my business

I roll up and hit this now I am so lit

It is clear I'm on grass like a picnic

And you know we blunt sparking

Eyes lower than Ben Carson's

Space Jam ballin', I am Marvin the Martian

Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon

But I'm going green, solar panels in my garden

I'm committing arson when I drop my project

And I'ma burn your house down with the shit I drop next

Connecticut to the prime meridian listen in

I'm up in every classroom, home and condominium

And I cause a racket bitch, and I'm not talking Wimbeldon

I get it in

That's why they seeing Web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant

These other rappers talk but we ain't buying it

Like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan

Bitches I'm on my shit again

Thinking back on life but now it's different

Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian

I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in

And I got my Michelin's grippin' the pavement

It's ride or die, bitches let me get an amen

My rap game's godly, pull up with a possé

Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski

Webby kamikaze, bonzai watch me

Detonator in my pocket like a Tamagotchi

Swerving like I'm Ozzy, I think it was the molly

I put it down for months but my brain's still foggy

I'll be doing this until the day I go senile

Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles

I'ma kill shit 'til then with no retrial

Cause I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial

Meanwhile, I'ma swerve like I'm flippin' a bitch

And it's simple as this, on these minimalists

Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit

When I'm back up in that lab like Kibbles and Bits

Get it? Like retriever? The dog, Labrador?

No? What the fuck, all I'm asking for is you to understand me

And some money for the package store

I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore?

I want them Thrift Shop checks

So I don't care who I piss off next

Clock in, not a shift off yet

It ain't easy trying to live off debt

Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat

You see I really love rapping bro

But now it's turned into a motherfucking fashion show

They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the fuck he doing?

With pants so tight, you see the damn buttcheeks through em

I'm East Coast cause my sweats in Timbos

A scruffy ass face, cigarette, and brim low

With a sexy bimbo, big breasted nympho

Giving head in a rented limo

So check your info

The game looking real concerned

Cause when I'm on, I'ma steal your turn

I'm like Senator Sanders mixed with a fucking Charmander

So, either way you gonna feel the burn