Chris Webby - Def Jam Vendetta lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta No one better word to my abuela She’s getting sharp cheddar, mozzarella Super-powered, supervillain, super shredder Busta Rhymes and I flip mode Tall stacks like big show You want to look at me eye to eye then you best get on your tiptoes Got sick flows, and I flex wraps, come face off and I’ll bet stacks Your favorite rapper rubbing that celebrity deathmatch I’m triple A Charles in your face Undertaker with a shovel out Rashiki how my name carry weight Hardy Boyz how I doubled down The Rock before you with Dwayne Johnson Raising up with that eyebrow They’ll vote leave them unconscious Called a fight when they lie down To I now to come back herb, feel like I’m living in Space Balls They hit the ground like rainfall choke slamming, fu*k out of Jake Paul Got a mask on like mankind, Webby up in his damn prime So facing off with me right now, you must be out of your damn mind Got a belt on, tell me how that look Take a Diamond Dallas Page out of my book If you want to learn the rap recipe, then I can teach 'em how to cook, look Weaponize with that raw sound When I’m aiming, I’m knock 'em all down (sh*t) Even if you ain’t in my sights, my kids are straight like a dog pound Going off now like, whoa You think black [?]? Hit him, I hit him I, hit him low I’m a monster with the flow (oh) Rowdy rowdy give 'em an experience without a body Right to the hospital lobby [Chorus: Chris Webby] If you step to me, I'mma hold my grandma words Are wrapping spree, I'mma lay you down You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta) You ain't gon' find nobody better (Ever) Ever, ever Send 'em all out on a strecher [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] On a stretcher celebrity deathmatch fu*k around your neck snap better go get your best grabs You ain’t leaving alive in as fact Some ssh*t only nni**a like X lacks make it fit Give me child like a handrail I was starving can even get rid of scratch Had the bounce back lift The breast that you may catch a ni**a down on Fairfax It’s all Jim Duggan b*tch, I’m gonna end up pushing ni**as bu*tons please I had a rabbit in the pieces put them in the oven turn them into stopping thinking ni**a Pull up and pull up on me cause it’s s***** give his on this and dirty dozen 30 in equipment ni**a Get the bus and I can drop the gun and we get asked often if you Yeah can you smell what The Rock cooking? Body mean-mugging tell him stop looking At my picture bullet that I’m not good Give me one reason I shouldn’t, it just one thing I’m not doing it We don’t back down in the background 123 I’m pulling The fu*k it let’s just have a cage fighter I jump off the road It’s date night Watches body dropping and shake light And hard I can’t even save his life He lost a lot of blood like eight pints This a Def Jam van get a king in the bag leaving in a stretcher [Chorus: Chris Webby] If you step to me, I'mma hold my grandma words Are wrapping spree, I'mma lay you down You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta) You ain't gon' find nobody better (Ever) Ever, ever Send 'em all out on a strecher