Injure You

[Intro: Chris Webby]

Yeah, this is for all you shit talkin’ muthafuckas out there

Runnin’ your lip and shit

Cause if you push somebody to that limit

You push that wrong button, you feel me?

Dude bound to just turn around and fuckin’ injure you

Ya know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

You’ll get injured, grab around your neck with my hands

And choke out every fuckin’ last breath if I can

God damn, I’m usually mad stoned and friendly

But like anybody there are many sides to Webby

I don’t need a pistol, I’m leavin’ you knocked out

Show up at your mom’s house like, “Bitch whatchu want now?”

My sanity can’t be found, try to step hither

I’ll stab you in the liver with a pair of blunt scissors

Run up with a switch blade, flipped out displayin’

And slit my own throat first to show you I ain’t playin’

With a few beers in me I’m a rowdy muthafucka

So keep talkin’, I love it when you doubt me muthafuka

Cause when I feel aggression I just grab the closest weapon

And beat him in the skull with it until I make his head spin

Couldn’t matter less my skin color or complexion

I’m a nutcase for fuck sake so quit steppin’

You’ll get injured, and that’s just me bein’ truthful

I’m brutal, beat you to death with a pool noodle

You fuckin’ toy poodles can’t step to the fight

Leavin’ him drinkin’ every meal for the rest of his life

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

You’ll get injured, and nah I ain’t playin’ around

One punch make that ass lay on the ground

If you didn’t know before then I’m sayin’ it now

Yes I’m sayin’ it now, that you’re gonna get injured

And nah I ain’t fuckin’ with you

You can touch me or anyone in my crew

You can just ask anybody, it’s true

If I’m comin’ for you then you’re gonna get injured

[Verse 2: D. Lector]

Feelin’ like I’m wantin’ to kill

Straight ragin’, my boys are like, “Knowledge just chill”

But on the real my pockets are filled with pot and some pills

Ready to leave a muthafucka with some hospital bills

I’m not stoppin’ until, I see you drop and then spill

If the bleedin’ don’t kill you, lack of oxygen will

I’m a doctor, not like Phil, but more like Kevorkian

Get over here, I’ma bout to finish em like Scorpion

Stick my fingers in between your rib cage, force ‘em in

And straight open you up like an accordion

I ain’t tryna’ pretend that I’m the hardest

But all this, I'm a beast talk is just garbage

A light weight, I’m a lean two fifteen

Ruthless, ready to leave a tooth or two missing

I put the heat in ya mouth like a Hooters’ wing

And dunk shot after shot like playin’ hoops with Kareem

I’m rulin' as king, proceed cautious, I eat bosses

CT’s mine tell Rell to leave office

Try to cross me and rest in peace under crosses

Body full of more metal than Kanye’s jaw is

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

You’ll get injured, and nah I ain’t playin’ around

One punch make that ass lay on the ground

If you didn’t know before then I’m sayin’ it now

Yes I’m sayin’ it now, that you’re gonna get injured

And nah I ain’t fuckin’ with you

You can touch me or anyone in my crew

You can just ask anybody, it’s true

If I’m comin’ for you then you’re gonna get injured