Yeah
So it's 2021 huh?
Let's see if I still got it
They be yellin' out Webby's here, yeah I'm back just like every year
Pour the Belvedere and cheers, I'm 'bout to get in gear
Hmmm
That ain't strong enough, go and get my Everclear
Put my feet up on the dash and let the devil steer
Someone bring the drugs out, you can go and set 'em here
And just give me a second, you know, until my head is clear
Do not attempt this at home, ya heard me?
*sniffff*
Great, now where were we?
I'm cold as a McFlurry, more stripes than Bill Murray
Rockin' a Knicks jersey, hit a three and dip early
Speakin' so wordy, they know that I'm sick surely
My sword sharp, you best bring the shield like Nick Fury
I'm Ragnar with the axe and I'm slashin' 'em into fragments
Attackin' 'em with a passion, they flabbergasted and gaspin'
I'm fire like Rapidash, so they grab the latch on the wagon
But at best, you're a fu*kin' book of matches I'm a dragon
I mean
If you step into my ring you'll get a violent throttle
Break your spinal column have you walkin' with some kinda waddle
My design is hostile, so if you step
I'll grab your head and take the face off it, like an Aunt Jemima bottle
Huh (1:01)
Yeah I know I'm inappropriate
But still I keep on coming back, think I'm slangin' opiates
Holy sh*t
Webby the dopest flow-er you know this sh*t
Me and JP in the stu', we Shaq and Kobe it
Often felonious with criminal associates
Only thing I would suggest, is not to go with this
I'm a rap god, just ask your local theologist
Webby cold like the War with the Soviets
I'm, a hip-hopper and multiple pill popper
So much in the bag you would think I'm a real Doctor
Truer fine talent in a world of Tik-Tokers
And fake lip Only Fans chicks with big knockers
What the f*ck happened?
Where's the damn talent?
Why are all these rappers doin' the Dance Challenge?
Why these chicks' ass so big they off balance?
WHY THEY ALL FOLLOW THIS sh*t? THAT'S ALL I'M ASKIN
Geez
In my day, this sh*t never would have sold
"So, nobody cares Webby, you're just fu*kin' old"
F*ck
Guess I ain't a spring chicken no mo'
Guess the world don't look the same from where I'm sittin no mo'
Everyone gettin' offended, blocked and unfriended
Playin' into stories like the media intended
The truth gettin' blurred and blended, unrendered
Cancelled careers, torn down and ended
People always so up in their feelings, I've tried
To talk sense to em', but they just get triggered and cry
While these sheep killin' my vibe for sittin' outside
Without a mask on, like that's why they reall gon' die (shutup, b*tch)
Listen b*tch, can't you see, I'm like 50 feet away
Trying to smoke a cigarette, where should I go? Lead the way
Give a f*ck either way, don't be comin' in my space
You don't wanna get my germs? Than get the f*ck up out my face
Yeah I'm known to take shots, give a f*ck if you're way far
My picatinny rail's got a scope with a laz-ar
A second amendment supporter loading my AR
And BOW
Blow your ass right off of the radar
My day starts
With eatin' rappers for breakfast, I'm back with a vengeance
It's time to snap em' back to they senses
I'm back on the field, so get to headin' back to the benches
Or Imma catch a couple bodies they could add to my sentence
Don't wanna try it man
I'll kick you right up in your diaphragm
Punches all connect like the circles in Venn Diagrams
Fly as Iron Man
The moves I make,
sh*t you'll only see the half, like Fetty Wap in an eye exam
My title stands if you get at me
My Raw Thoughts goin' sick on my enemies
I be trippin, zoned out on some LSD
Sellin' dick pics for Bitcoins, as NFTs (oh, gross)
Geez
And now I'm back to take it,
undomesticated, uncontrollable, unruly and unvaccinated
And when they tellin' me I can't say that,
I TELL 'EM su*k A DICK b*tch, WEBBY WEDNESDAY'S BACK!
Hey yo Nox turn that mic up man
I gotta talk to these people
Let 'em know something real serious
WEBBY WEDNESDAY'S BACK!
And I ain't fu*kin around this year neither man
This is no fu*king game
Y'all ready for a show?
Ha
Then let's go!