Webster's Laboratory

[Intro]

Welcome, welcome!

I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory

I'll be your host for the evening

Chris Webby if you didn't already know

Step right in, let me show you around real quick

Heh, let's cook some shit up

Yeah!

[Verse 1]

It's that verbal visionary, criminally literary

Spit it clever, bitch it's Webster

You could check me on the dictionary

Under author credits

I'm the author, get it?

Mind sharper than a cutlass that I'll saw your head with

So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice

Shaved his fucking comb-over off his head and made my exit

They can't see me, cause me see dyslexic

Cooking acid tabs into my omelet during breakfast

Three moves in Tetris? Nah, but I got a triple stack

I'm talking E pills 'til I can't remember jack, shit

Rolling with aliens like Men in Black

Repping for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that

I'm a dirty dog, down to fuck your lady raw

Roll a J of Sour D, get twisted like a crazy straw

I'm a motherfucking beast off the leash

Until the obituary say that Webby is deceased

Killin' beats, call a priest

They can't censor me, cause if they try, the whole fucking song'll be a bleep

I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco

Balling on these bitches with better stats than Rondo

Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco

Running people over like it's Grand Theft Auto

CT to Cabo, I'm killing them with hot flow

Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy

[Interlude]

So you see, here in Webby's lab

I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples

Some industry beats

All cooked together with a nice topping of dope lyrics

Oh yeah and it's free, courtesy of Datpiff

And myself of course

The album is coming soon, so buy that

But until then, enjoy

[Verse 2]

Yeah! It's that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian

I'm not in it for the fame and the money, but shit I'll take 'em

I've been waiting here patiently while others got big

Now I'm like "Pick me coach, I'll slaughter these kids!"

I'm so hungry you can hear my fucking stomach through my ribs

Calling dibs on a title, let me show them what it is

I'm wrecking tracks, doing shows, and getting cash, huh

I'm triple x, way too big for any freshman class

It's in my repertoire, every single bar is hard

Spitting fire like I'm the human version of Charizard

A Super Smash Brother, make that money stack brother

Stick my dick in instrumentals 'til I'm on my last rubber

Motherfucker, what? Long as I can bust a nut

All over a track and then I'm bouncing with a couple sluts

Not to be derogatory, but you need to drop it shorty

Take them panties off, I'm in that ass like a suppository

Pop a 40 and chug

Until I'm puking all over the rug

Never sober, rolling the bud

Master of the multi-syllable raps

No one's iller in fact

With a precision Reggie Miller would back, huh

I'm just a Looney Toon, way more rude than you

And if you don't like what I'm doing, sue me dude

I haven't ever and I'll never give an f-word

Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter

[Outro]

So boys and girls

6 mixtapes deep and I still haven't lost my touch as you can see

You know, I just really want to say thank you

To everyone that's supported me thus far

I feel like it's really time to take this shit over

Ninja Swag, bitches!

So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory

And have a lovely fucking day, yeah!