Axe Murder

Yeah

Webby

Let's hit you with some bars real quick

Axe murder a beat the way i spit a free

Lizzie borden in the flesh come and get at me

Like the witch of the west, i roll wickedly

Can't see me like paranormal activity

Lickidy split, i rip shit quick-ily

Get ya camcorder out, bitch just picture me

Killin' shit everyday till you get sick of me

Cause i been a beast since the priest christened me

Blowin' up ya tape deck from c.t. to great neck

Dutch full of o.g. kush and some train wreck

Safe sex? nah, i'm too raw

I stick it in they jaws then i get 'em out they draws

I'm a boss and break laws but never take a loss

Flyer than mccaws, i'm just doin' it because

I'm the best to do this within my age bracket

Waka flocka, soulja boy: none of 'em can match it

That's it; jot it down, print it up and fax it

And tell all your boys how webby spit that madness

Got pussy goin' nuts like i got some catnip

More than a tad sick, i murder 'em for practice

Do what i do when i... burn

Then ya gonna puff puff pass, it's my... turn

I throw down with titans, i'm rhymin' more

More bars than a phone in a verizon store

Bitch, i'm bigger than a body of a dinosaur

I'm crazy, who would ever blow a line before

Goin' into a math test, energetic as ever

And all i wrote down was my name: it's 'chris webster'

Too drugged up to pay attention in class

So i got kicked out and put my focus on rap

But don't do like i do, cause i'm fucked in the head

All these un-prescribed meds, now i need special ed

I'm a beast, i'm a dog, i'm a mother fuckin' pot head

Nerf gun in my hand, step and you'll be shot dead

Still mother fuckin' crazy, don't doubt me

Pocket full of line, pack of bogies and my house keys

Aw, jeeze; i be burnin' the palm trees

Keystone light to your fuckin' dom p

Lazy kid, i still live with my mom, see

Smokin' bud sleepin' late playin' nazi zombies

28 days later, see me in the paper

I'm a mix of stewie griffin with a little darth vader

Leave a crater in the earth when i drop my mix tape

The north star ain't this hot, for shit's sake

Chase a 40 o.z. with a box of fish flakes

They might forget my name but they'll remember how my dick taste

Dictate the scene at all times

Cause the ninja rapper's back with an optimus rhyme

You underclassmen can't see the white noise, bitch

That's why my mix tape's bumpin' in ya boy's whip

Oh shit, i spit and wreak havoc

My vocal chords like twin glocks, let me blast it

Cause if anybody steps then i'm a bury 'em

C.t.'s on my back and i'm a carry 'em

Smoke blunts till my iq's very dumb

Stay high like the water bill at an aquarium

And i'm out