Stranger

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] I'm a Super Villain, where the fucks Kick ass? One kick to the chest will give em' whiplash Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up Twist a Bamboo, cause bein' sober sucks I'm the dopest young buck with this rap shit Crazy mothafucker in need of a strait jacket Rap it, grab the track and face bash it Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket Ha, cause you know I leave em' hurt son On the Grassy Knoll, sniper rifle Nerf Gun You ain't ready for the crazy shit that Chris'll pull Fuckin' despicable, leavin' every hater miserable Kick facts, so come with a diss track I'll hit em' so hard they can't help but sit back I spit raps amazin' And flip the fuck out like Liam Neeson When his daughter was kidnapped and Taken [Hook] [Verse 2: Chris Webby] I'm mentally insane, on more cocaine than Rick James Chuggin' Dubra while I be drivin' and switch lanes This kid's brains suffers psychosis Runnin' into on comin' traffic with a helmet and a roach clip The dope shit, that roll and smoke shit Hotter than bein' on the equator with a coat zipped Get your boat flipped, I'll leave em' capsized They smell the chronic in the air when I pass by I give em' bad vibes, but you know I flow butter Gave Steve Austin the stone cold stunner Took a shovel out and I buried The Undertaker Drop the scissors and attacked rock with paper Lord Vader mixed with a little Darth Maul Pedal to the medal til the fuckin' car stalls Adderall, Ritalin, LSD I'm meet you up in Webby's world, yo follow me! [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] I always got one eye open like a coked up Cyclops No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops Kill a beat when I grab the mic, watch Connect more dots than a bag of dice got The raps I drop get flipped like I-HOP Throw more kicks than Noob Saibot cause I rock Make time stop like the Prince of Persia Wanted in 47 states, lyrical murder So believe the shit, I plead the fifth After I force feed a bulimic chick Swedish fish I'm an evil prick, with some diesel piff Slaughter any competition that I'm beefin' with Beatin' Chris? nah, not likely I'll whoop my own ass with a tire iron, now come fight me Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin' Givin' Satan himself this free promotion Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah