[Intro: Chris Webby]

Ha, yeah, it's Chris Webby

Danimal Lector in the mo'fucking building

You know, Connecticut, ha

Webster's lab, bitch, let's go, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

You now have entered Webby's world, welcome to my habitat

Living like a Jason Statham movie, always action packed

Killin' competitors, cause seein' me lose a battle rap

Just don't happen these days like seein' a Pterodactyl hatch

So give me beats and I'll be runnin' to the lab with that

Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack

Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain't never matchin' that

Roll so fuckin' deep, we know where to get Krabby Patties at

Deeper than the ocean floor, U-571

Larry the cable guy, cause you know I'm 'bout to get her done

Pushin' all your buttons, you would think I had an extra thumb

Chug a fifth of moonshine, chase it with some Ketel One

Spit nice with raps to rip mics

Carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice

I'll keep strivin' for the title until I win right

This is what happens when you feed Gizmo after midnight

A fuckin' Gremlin, ain't nobody stoppin' that

Cleats on my feet and I'm a play em like a soccer match

Slaughter all these copycats, you could never follow that

(Ground control to major Tom) I'm crazy do you roger that?

[Verse 2: D. Lector]

Eenie meenie miney mo, my weenie in your hiney hole

Hidey ho neighbor as I light the dro, psycho flow

I can go from high to low, low to high man I don't know

Too hot to touch, too cold to hold and right now I'm at 5 below

On the surface my mind's berserk, and I'm like give me a perc and a Vic

With the verse I write, each word is precise

Verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife

For certain it's curtains, I'm the best you've heard in your life

Bourbon and Sprite, cause in the burbs we light the herb every night

Curlin' the mic, just warmin' up, so quit your queefin', it's girly

I'm eatin' 30, geeze it's early, walkin' all weekend like Bernie

I used to be weak and nerdy, now I'm Diesel like the type of fuel

Highway to hell, they didn't teach me this in drivin' school

You giant tool, I'm hittin' the track like Ricky Bobby

Listen mommy, if, if you with a pretty body, then shit I'll probably

Take brain, cause the kid's a zombie, never did karate

But it's Daniel-san, all I'm missin' is Mr. Miyagi

I'm fuckin' crazy, smellin' like a skunk with rabies

Punchin' babies, humpin' ladies, blame my mother cause she made me

I'm a product of the 80's, high as a kite, high on life

This rap shit is like ridin' a bike

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

I'm Mr. Starship Trooper puttin' weed up in the hooka

Hittin' on my friends' moms, tryna take me home a cougar

In your dreams like Freddy Krueger with the lyrical maneuvers

YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer

I just live Hakuna Matata I'm kickin' it with Pumba lightin' Buddha

Stayin' flyer than you losers, Stella Luna

I'm a dude who got some confidence, scratch that, cockiness

Syllable after syllable out of my esophagus

You don't gotta roger that, but baby I'm a roger this

Mothafuckin' party boy, call me Chris Pontius

Bitch I'm just a jackass, higher than a rocket-ship

Your chick reverse cowboy's the only one on top of this

She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it

Well, bitch you're sippin' greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it

The way you givin' brain you'll never get yourself a scholarship

In fact, at this point your fuckin' head's probably hollow bitch

I'm fuckin' nice so all you haters should acknowledge it

Either way, who gives a fuck? I'm makin' me a profit bitch

I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that

I'm the best in the burbs bitch, and you can roger that