Blunt Ride Cypher (Interlude)

[Freestyle] It’s Chris Webby, getting high as fuck right now I’m hella sick, and no one knows what I’m infected with So hi it’s nice to meet you I’m the guy your girl been texting with Evil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady shit That’s potent as the poison in a fucking box jellyfish In a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowship Legolas and Aragorn cruising through Connecticut Leave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicks Throw around bread, I’m on my Hansel and Gretel shit A psychopath on a path of destruction Popping Xanax til I’m seeing black I better pass the Dutch Master I’m puffing The first up the the mic but the last to the function Stumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for sucking East Coast, we don’t borrow your swagger for nothing We’d rather start a battle instead of having a discussion So pass it back to me, cousin Shit I’m so nice I could spit this shit right here backwards in Russian! No sound like the one I got They can hear it anytime I rock Cause all I got’s my balls and my word And this baggie full of herb And I’m coming for that #1 spot I’ve always been a loose cannon They say I rolled off of a pirate ship High as shit, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes’ll get I’m out in Sochi, 720 to a flying split And land all up in that vagina bitch, huh See I be showing them what I can do with this shit Yo what you think I was new to this shit? Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seat Giving head to me while I maneuver the whip Vroom, rhyme book staying fucking full Chemically Imbalanced, and fully fucking disfunctional