Bars On Me

Yea I'm back up in this bitch just like a uterus

And I don't need no lubricated condom when I'm doing this

Always got a doobie lit

Swerve behind the wheel and maneuver it

Twenty-twenty with it, use my eyes to see the future quick

Moving shit, I'm just trying to be what I'm supposed to be

Supposedly I'm dope, St. Nicholas ain't as cold as me

The thing we got in common is I'm always with a Ho or three

Make them drop it like someone with Parkinson's carrying groceries

Cause I'm here and I rap that shit, doing shows and stacking chips

Take my shirt off when I spit that's why your girl is on my dick

Got these tats all on my body and a pocket full of piff

Fill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby take a hit

See I'm running for the title, everybody voting Webster

Drinking straight tequila out a mother fucking blender

Middle finger stay up, nobody can censor

I'm a dog always sniffing for the female gender

Friend her up on facebook and from there it's a wrap

Send a poke and then tomorrow she'll be sitting on my lap

Even back when I was broke, my girlies always had a rack

Love them big titty bitches with bodies covered in tats

It's that marijuana twister, grabbing ladies from the mixer

Then I bring them to the telly, and crack a bottle of liquor

Cause I never gave a fuck, I'm the type to bang your sister

Then go back to your crib and fuck your moms like Stiffler

I hope you get the picture, take it on your Kodak

Up in Webby's World you cannot reach me with a road map

To find it you need Adderall, Ambien, and some Prozac

Always cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves at

Keep on dropping heat, all you players grab your cleats

Cause I'm in this game to win it, I won't settle for defeat

From the suburbs to the streets, I will stand by what I speak

And I don't even know what this bitch is saying up on the beat

But I got a hundred bars on me

Everything that we throw on the credit card's on me

Every drink that we get at the titty bar's on me

And I'll be living just like this until my heart don't beat

Bitches it's Chris Webby, that whitey who spit deadly

With my foot up on the pedal like I'm Mario Andretti

Fucker I rap flames and murder the rap game

Spitting 'til I'm number one with a bullet like Max Payne

Got that Nerf gun tucked and I'll aim it at your gut

Better duck, it's that cracker and slapper of big butts

Getting drunk, always looking for some double D cups

But in the lab I cook it up like I'm WolfGang Puck

Get up in the game and I go straight ham

When I get the rock up in my hand

Cause I'm here to get it popping just exactly how I planned

Take a stand right here for this rapping shit and keep my lyrics accurate

Test me but beating Webby just simply will never happen bitch

Salute me cause truly I be the dopest on the chords

Master Yoda with the bars, I'm a Jedi with the force

That's cause Webby done got that flow

They can act like they don't know

But they ain't fucking with me period yo

Fineto