Welcome, welcome, all you ninjas
Come on in and make some room
Now move on over now
Watch out for the baby head, the baby
You 'bout to hit the baby in the head now
Why you got to take up both seats?
Now just, just move on over
Let's start the show
We have a special guest tonight
He goes by the name of Chris Webby
Now, this young man hails from Connecticut
And now, after six mixtapes
After half a million downloads
After twenty million YouTube views
Countless sold out shows, and many a satisfied fan
All you ninjas give a warm welcome to your Chris Webby
Bring it, boy
Yeah, you see I'm buzzin' now
Shovel in hand I dug from the underground
Lyrical artillery loaded with forty dozen rounds
They used to run their mouth, shit they Daffy Duckin' now
Came out spittin', first photo shoot was my ultra sound
Throwin' up my middle fingers in my mother's uterus
Spittin' fire off of the top, Mount Vesuvius
Always caught disturbin' the peace, they said I was ludicrous
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, bitch
Smart guy like Tahj Mowry eatin' pot brownies
On the run for killin' beats until the fuckin' cops found me
On the loose again, apple juice and gin
Outmaneuverin' my enemies, leave 'em with sutures and
Cut 'em up, 'cause my flow is sharper than Excalibur
Maximus, decimus, meridius to these challengers
Gladiator in the flesh swingin' for your fuckin' neck
Slicin' up these beats, all you bitches can't even cut a check
Up next, final stop: success, like
Now hold on, now hold up, hold on, now hold on
You got to teach these boys how to rap
'Cause what these boys out here is doin' is not rap, it's wack
You got to show them the multi-syllable schemes
You got to show them the air-tight flow
You got to show them them punchlines
Now get on in there and do your thing, son
Everything I do, I do it with heart
Werewolf with a full moon in the dark
Tear a fuckin' human apart
I'm stupidly smart
Started on the East but my music made a Westward expansion
Somethin' like Lewis and Clark
Climbin' up the musical charts
And me fallin' off?
That's like Bullseye from Daredevil losin' in darts
I'm just a crazy motherfucker
Who was bred to be a monster since the 80's, motherfucker
I'm lyrically inclined, put my spirit in my rhymes
Veins pumpin' hip-hop, you can hear it in my lines
Rollin' with a bunch of goons, everyday we grindin' on
And we all spark, you can catch me up on Cybertron
I am on everything, Bad Meets Evil-er
That's just how the cookie crumbles, motherfuckin' Keebler
Mark my teacher's words, they told me that I should be mature
But now that my pocket's beefed up, I'm never goin' vegan, sir
Grindin' 'til the fuckin' day I stop breathin', word
That is enough lessons for today
School is officially out
But let's take a look back, Webby
Remember when you was workin' minimum wage?
Yup, them days was your dues
But you overcame all them race hurdles
You done crashed DatPiff.com twice
And you independent
You done made it this far with you and your strong team
Now you 'bout to change the game
