Webster's Laboratory

[Intro] Welcome, welcome! I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory I'll be your host for the evening Chris Webby if you didn't already know Step right in, let me show you around real quick Heh, let's cook some shit up Yeah! [Verse 1] It's that verbal visionary, criminally literary Spit it clever, bitch it's Webster You could check me on the dictionary Under author credits I'm the author, get it? Mind sharper than a cutlass that I'll saw your head with So authentic Donald Trump is my apprentice Shaved his fucking comb-over off his head and made my exit They can't see me, cause me see dyslexic Cooking acid tabs into my omelet during breakfast Three moves in Tetris? Nah, but I got a triple stack I'm talking E pills 'til I can't remember jack, shit Rolling with aliens like Men in Black Repping for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that I'm a dirty dog, down to fuck your lady raw Roll a J of Sour D, get twisted like a crazy straw I'm a motherfucking beast off the leash Until the obituary say that Webby is deceased Killin' beats, call a priest They can't censor me, cause if they try, the whole fucking song'll be a bleep I'm a chief like Squanto, skin tone blanco Balling on these bitches with better stats than Rondo Rolling up cilantro, rolling in a Bronco Running people over like it's Grand Theft Auto CT to Cabo, I'm killing them with hot flow Getting paid and spending more money than the lotto, easy [Interlude] So you see, here in Webby's lab I'm gonna be hitting you with a lot of samples Some industry beats All cooked together with a nice topping of dope lyrics Oh yeah and it's free, courtesy of Datpiff And myself of course The album is coming soon, so buy that But until then, enjoy [Verse 2] Yeah! It's that wacky highly underrated rapping Caucasian I'm not in it for the fame and the money, but shit I'll take 'em I've been waiting here patiently while others got big Now I'm like "Pick me coach, I'll slaughter these kids!" I'm so hungry you can hear my fucking stomach through my ribs Calling dibs on a title, let me show them what it is I'm wrecking tracks, doing shows, and getting cash, huh I'm triple x, way too big for any freshman class It's in my repertoire, every single bar is hard Spitting fire like I'm the human version of Charizard A Super Smash Brother, make that money stack brother Stick my dick in instrumentals 'til I'm on my last rubber Motherfucker, what? Long as I can bust a nut All over a track and then I'm bouncing with a couple sluts Not to be derogatory, but you need to drop it shorty Take them panties off, I'm in that ass like a suppository Pop a 40 and chug Until I'm puking all over the rug Never sober, rolling the bud Master of the multi-syllable raps No one's iller in fact With a precision Reggie Miller would back, huh I'm just a Looney Toon, way more rude than you And if you don't like what I'm doing, sue me dude I haven't ever and I'll never give an f-word Cooking shit up in the lab like Dexter [Outro] So boys and girls 6 mixtapes deep and I still haven't lost my touch as you can see You know, I just really want to say thank you To everyone that's supported me thus far I feel like it's really time to take this shit over Ninja Swag, bitches! So again, welcome to Webster's Laboratory And have a lovely fucking day, yeah!