I'm Fresh

[Intro] Yeah, Webby Ha [Hook x5] I'm fresh, I'm fly So damn high [Over Chorus Spoken by Chris] You see I'm fresh but, um Y'know I'm not like everybody else Y'know, I don't got a flashy car, I don't got these big chains But, um, I'm still fresh, y'know [Verse 1] I'm fresh, motherfucker, I just hopped up out the tub Rollin' bud, spittin' on the mic until they pull the plug Paul Rudd, 'cos to all of these kids I'm like a role model I teach 'em how to twist a J and chug a whole bottle I'm a monster, I hope I didn't startle ya Tryna get my profits in the green like a gardener Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Webby's only get an Ultima Paint peeling off the hood, bumper hangin' off the front Interior smelling like Bogeys and Blunt Dust But my little dump truck'll ride 'til the sun's up Ferrari's and Jag's, got all these gettin' chicks wet But I'm having trouble just tryna pass the admission test Cigarettes and gas money and I'm over budget Guess I gotta borrow a 20$ from mom, fuck it Some people whip in Lamborghini's, going so swiftly But my pedals on the floor and I'm barely pushin' 50 I'm fresh, ha-ha [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm that skinny white dude who spits every time he's standing out Only rapper still living in his parent's house I'm going in as soon as someone turns the beat on Oh yeah, you're Pitbull's mean, well so's my Bijon I got probation coming in a month now Cop's yelling at me 'Webby please put the blunt down!' Used to work as Leslie's Pool Supplies to bring in dough And I should probably start again, 'cos goddamn I'm broke How many other dudes can come in a wreck this shit And grew up in the burbs of Connecticut I'ma beast and I'm always doing me Brain-dead, pot-head with that A.D.D So try to call me corny (stupid bitch) I still spit it true And chances are I bang way more chicks than you (true) I'm doin' shows so who's the idiot now When I see your mom, little sister and your bitch in the crowd I'm fresh [Hook] [Verse 3] Optimus Rhyme, yeah I'm that dude I got a lot of lyrics, and stupid tattoos I went to private school, college shirts and doctors Didn't make honors, sold weed up out my locker They kicked me out of Hofstra, now all I got is rapping Can drop a mean verse but can barely do subtraction Stay true to myself when I'm rhyming and it's clear The only thing fake about me is the diamond in my ear, I'm here So dirty I leave your region in fear It's Chris Webby, not that other seasonal beer That was a joke, Sam Adams, relax But I'm keystone nice, the ultimate 30 racks It's a fact from the burbs never whipping out a gat brother The only time I pull a hammer is when I'm playing Super Smash Brothers My bank account's about as low as my gas tank But I'm fresh, and I'm fly, if you don't believe me ask Banks [Hook]