[Intro]

Yea!

Webby

Bars are still on me man

I just keep going

CT where you at

Yea, it's like that

See I'm a beast

Always have been, always will be

Hungry, a seven course meal couldn't fill me

Wanna come and step to the flow then fucka feel free

I can make a lyricist look like Lil' B

Been in the game for a minute under your radar

Building my momentum for the moment that I'll take charge

My reflection still the same like spelling racecar

Now I've just come far enough to overcome the race card

Let me break it off proper

Freestylin' to your chick, yea take it off mama

I'm a professional showing you who really hotter

Gotta smaller chance of beating me than finding Jimmy Hoffa

Got a lot of people rolling with me how is it a shocker

That I made it to the top, spittin' out this molten lava

But now I'm fryin' rappers up like some cala-mari

Sorry, I'm chewin' any beat like a piranha

With the weed up in my paper or up in a Philly, fuck it

Until I'm on a beach with a margarita like Jimmy Buffet

I be spittin' these flows, time to really get it man

Snappin' like a gorilla wearing a silly band

Like a tattooed grizzly

Sick, representing Raccoon City

Playin' these shows, then I smash two bitties

Blazin' these flows 'til I stack two milli

Came up in the game like a certified hustler

Pedal to the metal 'til I'm burning my muffler

Fuck ya, everyday I stay smoking

My jar is ajar yea keep that shit open, potent

They can't measure up I'm too tall yo

Choke 'em, murder on the mic and now they all know

Frozen, spit it so cold that I cause snow

You gon' need a sweater and beanie like waldo

Mother fucker I am that dude

Who else could pull off these Super Mario tattoos

I got these other rappers salty like cashews

Cause I'm bad news, for my competition, that's true

Comin' through, my dude, I live limitless

Sick, achoo, I proved I spit vigorous

Hating on me while I bruise your chicks clitoris

She was into it and I was into her, get it bitch?

Kid Icarus, flying through the clouds

With a bottle full of liquor and a pocket full of loud

G-g-go across the country and I'm rockin' every crowd

I'm a dog, one hundred deeds of Eddie McDowd

And I'm a spit my damn flows, suburban commando

Call me Rambo, backpack on like Banjo

Kazooie, truly in charge like soprano

And Jacks at the head of the table of Samcro

My mind wanders while I'm writing a free-verse

And this weed only makes my A.D.D. worse

But I'm coming with the bars let the beast work

That's why your little sister got a Webby t-shirt

Rocking, dope hip-hopping

Full speed with it and I never plan on stopping

Italiano on the mic so yo he fucking mobbin'

All I do is murder beats I got a fucking problem