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Hump Day Lyrics - Artist : Chris Webby
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You know, some of the motherfuckers out here acting like I don't still got bars Like this isn't exactly what the fuck I do! Heh...stupid motherfuckers, yeah My DNA litty, frame skinny and brain witty With weed in my jeans, my mom's a straight hippy Keep a tight circle of those that bring with me Rocking Timberland boots and we bang Biggie You dig me? Pulling up while puffing the sticky With a bird, like I got some Snuffleupagus in me Getting faded every single time I come to your city I'll be up at the local bar like Always Sunny in Philly Keep it a hundred and fifty No little dicky, bitch I'm medium sized Doing whatever is needed for my piece of the pie Jacked up on so many damn amphetamines that I believe I can fly Brain and Pinky with the scheme I devised Diso-bidient mind, making G's on the grind Webby make your head nod, put your seat in recline With that throwback steeze Like somebody learned to freeze it in time Prince of Persia with the meanest of rhymes (An emcee in his prime, you feel me?) What you see though? The great Bambino Knock it out the park with unadulterated primo Marlo Stanfield got that work for the fiends And I'm rackin' up streams, makin' Spotify see notes My fam is so Italian my uncle was Vito, Cordioni Shit you could ask my cousin Pacino, a (?) casino We toast a cup of the vino Cuz see us skinnies go back like Barney Rubble and Dino (yeah I mean yo, yo) You don't really wanna see these lyrics in action They only talk about me quiet cuz they fear my reaction And on the mic, actual fire appears when I'm rappin' It's no coincidence I was born in the year of the dragon 1988 see, I'm a veteran millennial With ADHD, and the heaviest of medical Respect me as the general or I'm crackin' your skeletal Then smash your ventricles with the force of the Kraken's tentacles (I hope you're flexible) Been doubted by every board and panel And (?) executive taste-maker and blog writer who saw my channel So now I put 'em on blast, I'm on that Stormy Daniels roamin' candle I'm that firecracker flyin' off the handle Tony Soprano, boss of the bosses Climbin' up that ladder 'til I got the corner office Stackin' orders, fatten wallets Take my piece and then I give a chunk to some environmental causes (And save the dolphins) They think I'm illustrated rockin' a tank top Tats lookin' like I'm gettin' sponsored by Gamestop Super Mario, I keep that fireball flame hot Sewer drain hop from Peach Castle to Bangkok (Let the bass knock) It's too grimy to fight it Got 'em sweatin' from the second that my fire's ignited And I'll still be showin' up even if I ain't invited Shit you gon' have to drag me out like I was flyin' United (Get the fuck off me!) 'Cause I'm that legend of the hidden temple I spit it mental on an instrumental Do it for the culture, fuck if imma win a medal That or get a grammy, imma never find that shit essential I'm just here to watch these rappers sweatin' when I grip a pencil I'm influential as I'm servin' rap caviar, you know Havin' bars, spittin' flows, fuckin' rappin' hard And Lil Xan looks like a lesbian muppet But since I'm cuttin' back on drugs imma only give him half a bar (2Pac is not boring!) XXL just keeps makin' lists Whether freshmen or otherwise, I ain't been on shit I been waitin' for a lot of years to say this, so here we go, uh Double XL, suck my dick God damn that felt good, I just had to mention it I know that written print is in decline, they ain't sellin' shit And now they're barely graspin' onto any shred of relevance But, their fall from grace is somethin' I would love to help 'em with (This shit is effortless) I never let 'em take my passion from me Even here and now when finally I'm stackin' money 'Cause it's still the same Webby, I ain't actin' funny I'm still out here writin' chapters in how to rap for dummies 'Cause I'm back to talk shit about the whole damn globe, bitch Put 'em in the cone and choke grip If you can't see that I'm the truth then imma change y'all focus It's Wednesday, so put the whole game on notice, bitch Yeah, I'm back If I don't get 'em this week, or the week after that Or the week after that one, I promise you One of these motherfuckin' Wednesdays, they gon' learn They gon' learn! |
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