Webster Morgan

[Intro]

You know, I just be fucking killing beats, ya know?

Killing beats, man

That's what I do, yessir

[Verse 1]

Giving your adrenaline a rush

Yo, it's Webby, listen up

Italiano on the mic, eating spaghetti in a cup

When I bust, can't label it

Crazy sick and I'm dangerous

Pesci up in a scorsese flip

I'm never taking shit

Take a rip from the Dutchie and pass it to the left

Chiropractor on the beat, I get it cracking like your neck

Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check

Like Japan's nuclear reactors, I'm a threat

To the entire Northern Hemisphere

Lettin' em know that Webby's here

Chugging Belvedere, then I follow it with Everclear

Got them like "My God" them beating me

That shit don't make sense like Helen Keller with an iPod

Top mafioso, drinking a Four Loko

Hit them with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo

Born in ochenta y ocho, Han Solo

Always chasing pussy like a dog, call me Toto

Fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussies in my team

Just a Paulie and a Silvio, kill it though

Here we go, flowing it sick, boning your chick

I'm the 23 year-old Al Capone in this shit

Holding the chips, rolling up over a sip

Even people on the needles aren't doper than this

They formerly know me as Chris, now I'm transforming

[Chorus]

Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan

Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear

Giving all these punk rappers paralysis

And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big

And I no longer need a dollar like I did

Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet

So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit

'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips

Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet

[Verse 2]

Slicker than a Slip 'n Slide, leaving crowds mystified

Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside

This is why Webby be colossal with the flow

The next generation of Sopranos with the flow

Run shit, Lucky Luciano with the flow

Not taking a math test but I'm a problem and you know

I'm a pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonna rock it, man

Labels fighting over me like Elían Gonzalez, fam

This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees

In the 203 with your girl on both knees

So who you think you're trying, kid?

Got the heart of a lion beneath some iron ribs

Rolling deeper than a Giant squid

Do it big, shootouts at high noon

Beat killer, the fucking Ted Bundy of iTunes

When an instrumental's looking right, I go and get the butcher knife

And cut it up until I need a hook to write

Went from a '98 Altima and got a tinted black Camaro

Always sipping bottles of rum like Jack Sparrow

Young Rob DeNiro who charges like a pharaoh

More deadly than a Legolas with a loaded quiver of arrows

Bowser's back up in this bitch, the bad guy

So when I steal your princess, you don't gotta ask why

I'm a beast and I show it through everything I'm recording

[Chorus]

Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan

Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear

Giving all these punk rappers paralysis

And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big

And I no longer need a dollar like I did

Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet

So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit

'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips

Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet

[Outro]

And that's it, ya know?

I just be, uhh, fucking killing beats

It's what I do, it's my M.O

Ya know, it's-

I don't know how to do anything else so fuck it

Heh! Webster! Yeahh