Yeah, Webby, Kato on the beat
We walking around handing out free cd's to tearing it down on Skee TV
You see whenever Webby's bringing a track, it's been cooked up by the best
sh** i'm the f**ing Jesse Pinkman of rap
I get these verses written quickly as your fingers will snap and stay faded
Slurrin' words, spillin' drink's on my lap
I keep my weed in gla** jars, spittin' mad bars
High on trees like the lemurs down in madagascar
I'm a f**ing rap star so don't try to act hard
You'll get murdered on the mic and buried in my backyard
So chi-chi get the yayo im trying to throw a party
Cuz i seen these b**hes walking around Cali lookin' like barbies
I'm trying to f** em' all so sorry i'm not sorry
I'm on board, you watching the ride you damn carnies
You know sick as folk every single f**ing word is dope
Steppin out my chevy surrounded by all this purple smoke
Banging older women, got these cougars gettin' down b
For real how the f** you think your mother heard about me
Yo this sh** is what the f** I do, you can run and tell DJ Skee
While he's tearing sh** down on the 1's and 2's
Bring the fire everywhere we be
Cuz i'm a god damn monster and they know my name from L.A all the way back east
So get used to my face cuz i know one thing, your all about to see a lot of me
Yeah, mother f**er i've been doin this sh** man y'all just catching up
Shout to Skee TV, Hip-Hop Nation
Wud up