[Hook: Chris Webby]
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah n***a, oh no, in a Ford Loco
Who you getting crazy with, ese? You know I'm loco
Headbu*ting hoes like I'm ocho (cinco)
I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos
N****s stacking more dough, you know how that s**t go
You should get a tan, get your dollars, take a photo
My cologne say Versace, my d**k say blow me
My drawers say polo, yeah b***h polo
Need a white girl with an a** like Coco's
Hit that p***y right, girl I bought you some Menolo's
That was Adderall, s**t, I used to pop Nodoz
Used to have one b***h, now I got four hoes
Hi my name is Jarren, I am not normal
That p***y, hit it like p**no
Mr. Drummond
Skeeted in her face, I treat that b***h just like a urinal
Webby tell these hating n****s slit they wrist
Every track we on we take a s**t on it
Ladies show your t***, meet a n***a back stage
Where you'll see me pull my d**k out and lick on it
Me and Webby hurting and we murdering any m**********r that's looking at us sideways
Cut the body five ways, we skin em and drop em off at the highway
P***y a** n****s so irate, we got em screaming
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I was sick of demolishing, decapitate whoever thinking they k**ing
Doing the hottest three activated
Murdering many men that's making
Better bow before Nina, don't even try to spit at the great
Sick, then I'ma get pissed
B***h, get on my d**k quick, give it a lick it, acclimate
Get what you're giving, get with the gift and go gravitate
Acting a ape, I ate up a animal I aggravate
Whole lotta people getting a whiff of the Niner
They loving a n***a cause I'm a hell of a rhymer
Women are looking finer, I never decline her
She wanna climb my timer, stick it in her slimer
I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her
Broken heart get a shiner
When it comes to murking on music I'm a deadly designer
I'm drinking my Hennessy mixture out of a Steiner
If you tripping on my bucker I'ma cut a n***a up with a machete
Cause I'm running with a gang that'll bring that flame with a thang and it's heavy
You don't wanna f**k with a Tech N9ne or my n***a jb or Chris Webby
Having everybody saying "oh no"
Bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy
[Hook:]
[Bridge: Chris Webby]
We don't fight fair, we right here
We the reason you've been waking up with nightmares
Got em running, got em running
From the second they see us coming, I got em saying
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Hold up. On your mark, ready, set, go
Look at Web flow
I be jabbing with the right and then I hit em with a left blow
Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex ho
So many bars you would think I'm living on d**h Row
Webby's just a motherf**ing dog, where's Petco?
Followed a plate of kibbles n bits with an egg roll
Genius in the laboratory cooking blue meth, yo
Call me Heisenberg, cause when I rhyme with words
These motherf**ers are behind the curve
I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curve
And hit every pedestrian that doesn't find the nerve
To get out of the way, "Karen did you see that sh**?"
Yeah maybe you should drive, cause the weed I hit
Got me feeling so loco, la vida, b***h
Why you even pa** me that s**t?
But f**k it man I'm an animal, but you never seen my species
Brand new breed they discovered in ct
Homegrown b***h, yelling "feed me, feed me"
And every listener is pressing repeat
B***h I got a sick mind, stomach bug and a brain
Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain
But I'll still break out like Burt Wonderstone
So anytime you see me coming, yo, I got em yelling out
[Hook:]
[Outro:]
Strange Music, Funk Volume, Homegrown
Juggernauts of this independent hip-hop s**t, man
B***h