Stand Out - Intellectual

[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

Bitch, you know my M.O

Behind bars like I'm on death row

And I got the best dro from the west coast

Even though CT is what I rep, ho

So lets go, Mr. Potty Mouth with the fresh flow, I guess so

Stomach full of french toast, some egg rolls, and Benzo's

I don't get low, I stay high, say hi, then wave bye

Stage dive, then run through the crowd with a chainsaw screaming "Gay Pride!"

Cut you faggots in half, label it a hate crime

At age nine, I put a steak knife through this cat, but he still had eight lives

I'm not afraid to die, I was made to survive, devil with an angels eyes

You're stuck wondering why your ankles are tied, wasting time

Crazy mind, insane rhymes, give you both

I'm huge as Hulk, turn crews to pulp

You're just plain stupid, I'm stupid dope

Body full of brews and smoke, juice and growth

Even my blood cells look like music notes

Cause all I know is music, yo

I'm usually unusual, so you should probably move it, bro

I'm the shit dot com, backslash you's a ho

[Hook: Chris Webby]

Cause I'm just trying to live my life

And shit, I'm doing it however I like

I've been standing on the edge for a minute now

Kept myself from lookin' down, tell myself I'll be alright

I don't give a fuck if you like me, step into my Nikes

I'm always gonna hold my ground

Never fitting in with a crowd, through the ups and the downs

I'm the man now, so why sit down when I can stand out?

[Verse Two: Chris Webby]

Oo, there goes Chris again, don't know what dimension I'm livin' in

Ever since I can remember, I was always standing out, fuck fittin' in

With my fitted rim and my pants low, looking for a chick I can stick it in

Popped a few pills, now I'm feelin' 'em

Said I wouldn't, but I ain't got no self discipline

So fuck it, I'm wildin' out on these ho-bags

Leave toe tags, on any instrumental and my murder weapons that note pad

Always on the road like a nomad, feelin' like I'm really gonna go mad

And shit, even Malcolm in the Middle's father broke bad

Now it's time for the Megazord, fully charged up and I'm ready for

All thats in front of me, puffing a blunt or three

'Til my brain can't take anymore

Ask Betty Ford I've relapsed, I roll that, repeat that

With yo' girl, I lean back, while she's on her kneecaps

I'm crazy, I've lost it, stand back from the what the rest of the game do

Throwing punches even quicker than Bane, one shot to the brain, never came to

I'm Shun Zhu, you're a shi-zu

I'm a Great Dane, with no chain, you should run

Cause this dog will have it's day even if I gotta face you