[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