[Chorus]

Goin down a hard road

Don't know where I've been

Goin down a hard road

Don't know where I've been

[Chris webby first verse]

You see I'm going down a hard road

Light speed activate

Moving at a rapid pace

Down whatever path it takes

To the top, the tippy tipidy top

Cause im spittin it hot

With a vicious rhythm to watch

Block to the suburbs

I'm known as a dope rhyme buster

Full of drug references and cuss words

Parents, I'm what you do not want your kids to be

Crazy little bastard on more drugs than Lindsey be

(snnniffff) shit

Back to rehab I suppose thats it

Pneumonia with the flowin cause I spit it that sick

I'm just gettin where im going yo I'll be there in a bit

I'm the shit, pound sign just sayin

So tweet that while my cd's in your Ipod playin

Always got the bar raisin

Gettin pussy like a young Hank Moody at a Californiacation, easy!

[Chorus]

Goin down a hard road

Don't know where I've been

Goin down a hard road

Don't know where I've been

[Chris webby second verse]

I've been goin down a hard road

Where the fucks easy street

Rappin since salute your shorts, rutgrats, and Pete and Pete

Product of the 90's

Taught me how to rhyme

Grew up listening to Eminem, Jigga and Sublime

My mind absorbed everything

I'm sure that you can tell

Even if along the way I lost alot of brain cells

Oh please, you know I blow trees

And stay slick with the tongue like Yoshi

Rappin and I'm undefeated

Not to sound conceited

But I'm nice

Say it once, theres no need for me to repeat it

Put me on Ripley's I'll make everybody believe it

Hip-Hop I eat, sleep, piss, shit, and breath it

I'm a dragon on the mic

They call me Mushu

Killin any beat ten times better than you do

The days of my competitors are numbered like Suduko

Do it for the burbs baby holla at the Youtube (bitch!)

[Chorus]

Goin down a hard road

Don't know where I've been

Goin down a hard road

Don't know where I've been

[Verse 3]

I'm rappin better

Rip up any track forever

Raising anarchy like Jackson Teller

Call me captain clever

Cause Webster is just a genius

Spit it so seemless

Creatine flowin never comin with the weak shit

(urrrrr)

Stay fucked up, chuggin a bottle

Comin from the underground like dinosaur fossils

Shark tooth in the flesh

Where the fucks Little Foot

Writin lyrics twenty four seven I need a bigger book

And I got me some haters in CT

But they mad for one reason, Cause they ain't me

Spell it out W-E and a double B

Don't ask Y cause I'm too damn high to even speak