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Chris Webby
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No Regrets
[Verse 1:] I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real Fucked up, I don't even know how sober feels Smother rash, a Paul Wall with a fabric bog roll That I previously used to wipe my ass and bolt off I'm just a dope rapper in class chasing a math teacher With a protractor and copy the notes after So hot you think I freakin' sleep on a burner Warm beef, I force feed a vegan a burger Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder So A.D.H.D, that at least I need a concerta It's Chris Webby, brain-dead but still deadly My shit's heavy, pop pills and twist heddies So kick and slap me bitch, I take it like a masochist Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rapppin' with 'Cos I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a hoe, slap a bitch Then leave the room laughing after it like what
[Chorus:] For myself, I have no regrets Time has taking what it soon forgets Again there's paradise, in short venue
[Verse 2:] I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly A serial killer taking blades to rice krispies An Arabic terrorist in America, if you wanna get at this (WOOF!) I'm tripple dog daring, yah I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey, Wren And Sippy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, bitch you best salute me I'ma loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soaking dudes deuce I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues I'ma motherfuckin' monster, man Get it poppin' like the guns playing Contra, man Contraband, stuck in my pipes and let me light it Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin (Skurr!)Burning rubber 'til I ride on rims Rims on the side, got a sack to spark I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park Like what
[Chorus:] I feel alone when the Sparrow's sing No way of knowing what tomorrow brings I need my solitude among his wings
[Verse 3:] My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's I'm young too, shit, I've been rappin' since three Since the youngest Jonas Brother was in his mother's uterus And Miley Cyrus in diapers, bitch I ain't new to this I'm what you get when you mix alcohol with nicotine Adderall, Ecstasy, marijuana and creatine Acid, Perkicette, Vicodin and Ambien Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in Then you got me, mind clinically dumb and I can count my brain cells with one hand But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look Bitch, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus I'm that villain out the comic book creepin' Crawling out the flames like a demon, breathin' Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me I'ma mix of Buffalo Bill with Bundy, trust me
[Chorus:] Though it's pleasure, it'll heal in time I ain't got pictures, what he's left behind I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind
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