Chris Webby Freestyles Live over "U Mad" and "Drive Slow" on Sway in the Morning

I'm independent, got no one I need to answer to

Just got off the road with Tecca Nina sipping Caribou

Livin' like a pirate so don't let me make them cannons shoot

I can't be touched like I'm rocking a mask in Crash Bandicoot

Like a Marsupial, I fill up my pouch and it's stupid full

Of the weed, and a couple of beautiful women that Webby consider accordable

Booty is suitable, and she got monstrous breasts

Say she got shit to get off of her chest

Let's start with the bra, then roll up the weed

This pot that I got is Indominus Rex

And that's a hybrid. Purple with the Violet

Smoking till I'm squinting on my eyelids, I did

Rhyme to beats, got up in the driver seat quietly

Now I'm pulling up you hear them tires squeak

Walter with that science B

Kill it when it's time to speak

Me ripping microphones is like Carmen Sandiego to hide and seek

I run my lane, you can't even jog buddy

Like Little Terrio doing cross country

And then I ooooooh kill 'em

Spark the coals and I grill 'em

And hit 'em with precision

Regardless of poor vision

I just put them contacts in

Time to work ya'll

Coming at you like a vortex nerfball

Villian is killin this, Chris is just really a fucking professional rapper

Killin' opponents, leavin' 'em domeless

Vain poppin out of my neck like disaster

Flick of the flick of the wrist

Simple and quick, dip in the whip with a chick

How could you be any sicker than Chris?

Riddle me this

Now I got them birds chirpin' like A Town

My tracks on and they play loud

Never been the type to lay down

I get on up like James Brown

Mask on me like Bane now

Gotham City my playground

Got fans from the east to the west coast

And I got reps just spreading my name 'round

So I am sorry, I been rhyming bars since I was watching Barney

Now I'm eating rappers, dinner party? Nah Donner Party

Pardon me baby, the kids gnarly

Now these ninjas rollin' through Beverly Hills sparking with Chris Farley

Got a barbie in my muscle car

Bad pussy, Uncle Scar

Here on Sway, no we don't play

Yeah I'm always showing up with a ton of bars

No Xanax in my handbag, just headphones and a composition

Rock and roll to the reggae shit

Then I'm throwing down trap like I'm Lobster fishing

Got a lot of styles, better stop and listen

In the top division, now I got 'em wishing

That I fall off like base jump hobbyists

It's obvious, that you all aren't stopping Christian

Beat pop and steady and shredder combined

Webby's already ahead of my time

Shredder competitors deadly as ever

With rhetoric that could just severe your spine

Spit wordy, and sit nerdy

Still the undisputed best in the burbs, hands down, 630

I be drinkin' till all of my shits blurrly

I'm a Veteran, earning my stripes, Trill Murray

DRIVE SLOW

I been dope since Pterodactyls still patrolled the skies

My dick is Cobra sized, and that's without a fucking boner guys

No disguise, I'm a demon, It's so evilin'

A gold Regal, driving it slower than old people

I'm clever as ever, so get it together

Dropping gems like Aladdin and that Tiger head in the desert

I fucking shatter your confidence, give you skelton tremors

Go to war with anyone who says that they are better

Go get my Scimitar and disassemble you

Every damn appendage what you think Jesse Head would do

Post it up to Vimeo, shit will rack up hella views

Then Isis will tweet me like "You should join us bro I'm telling you."

I will R. Kelly you

Pissing on the world like it's my urinal

Swerving like I'm Hunter S. Thompson in the convertible

In Bat Country

A rap junkie who flow surgical

Baddest white boy you've seen up and close and personal

Webby rocks, if you don't think so you've only seen the half of it like Fetty Wap

Venomous as Eddy Brock

Rappin' till they tell me stop

Rollin with a biddie

Like I'm Ellen with my foot on the pedal up in the Chevy drop

Rippin verses then I'm spitting the chorus

Smoking cannabis until my fucking vision is distorted

So much weed my pockets look like a coniferous forest

I'm driving slow, yeah I'm rolling in my whip like a tortoise

And my crib is fortress of solitude with a poppin' view

For real, no longer living at my mommma's dude

Back in school always talking back just lika a Cockatoo

Sat in detention with my CD player bumping Chronic 2

Now we made it up from Lunchables to bowls of Lobster stew

Milanesa, Piccata, Marsala, and trays of pasta too

Doing what I got to do, aiming for the top of you

Lyrical bullets shooting quicker than all your choppers do...