[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real
f**ed up, I don't even know how sober feels
Smother Asher Paul Roth with a fabric wash cloth
That I previously used to wash my a** and balls off
I'm just a dope rapper, in cla** chasin' a math teacher
With a protractor then copy the notes after
So hot you'll think that I freakin' sleep on a burner
Want beef? I'll force feed a vegan a burger
Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder
So A.D.H.D., that I need at least a Concerta
It's Chris Webby, brain dead but still deadly
My sh**'s heavy, pop pills and twist heddies
So kick and slap me b**h, I'll take it like a masochist
Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rappin' with
Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a ho, slap a b**h
Then leave the room laughin' after it
Like what !
[Hook:]
For myself, I have no regrets
Time has taking what it soon forgets
Again there's paradise, in short venue
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly
A serial k**er takin' blades to Rice Krispies
An Arabic terrorist in America
If you wanna get at this, I'm triple dog darin' ya
I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey
Ren and Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, b**h you best salute me
I'mma loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soakin' dudes deuce
I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues
I'mma mothaf**in' monster man
Get it poppin' like the guns playin' Contra man
Contraband, stuck in my pipe so let me light it
Got a dark pa**enger like Dexter, why fight it
Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin
(Skurr!) burnin' rubber til I ride on rims
Brim to the side, got a sack to spark
I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jura**ic Park
Like what
[Hook:]
I feel alone when the Sparrow's sing
No way of knowing what tomorrow brings
I leave my solitude upon his wings
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's
I'm young too, but sh** I've been rappin' since 3
Since the youngest Jonas Brother was still in his mother's uterus
And Miley Cyrus was in diapers, b**h I ain't new to this
I'm what you get when you mix alcohol and nicotine
Aderall, Ecstacy, Marijuana and Creatine
Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien
Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in
Then you got me, mind clinically dumb man
I can count my brain cells on one hand
But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look
b**h, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus
I'm that villain out the comic book creepin'
Crawlin' out the flames like a demon, breathin'
Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me
A mix of Buffalo Bill and Bundy, trust me
[Hook:]
Though it's pleasure, is to hear in time
To paint a picture's what he's left behind
I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind