Apathy - Tread Lightly lyrics

If that's true, If you don't know who I am, then maybe the best course would be to tread lightly [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Listen b**h Better tread lightly, I put 'em to bed nightly You'll never see me tired, and losing is less likely I got the haters mad because their chick is my next wifey (Keep talking) I don't care if i got your respect, bite me Y'all think that people up and Connecticut can't rap Well watch as me and Ap' go and put an end to that While these other rappers counting their chickens before they hatch I said f** it, and made them over easy with some hash (Oh My God he's on the d** again) Urine so dirty Only at my local deli am I going cold turkey So much musical knowledge they're asking if I went to Berklee Leaving third degree burns on the microphone until they heard me I roll around with eighteen birdies, and I ain't playing golf Just them Kit-Kat b**hes, I got to break them off Got them breathing heavy as Vader giving a monologue Mazel-tov, Wolf in the game, you just a common dog I don't even care My name be ringing bells like Hector Salamanca with dynamite in his wheelchair So get right, C. Webby is dead nice You don't know me so trust me b**h, just tread light [Hook: Chris Webby] If you don't know me, you better tred light Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic (Step, Step up, Step up) But you ain't my homie, so i'm not gonna play nice All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life (Take that motherf**ers) [Verse 2: Apathy] Shatter matter, at a rate the fake evaporate Evacuate the wake, then lay the body, I decapitate I take the head, take you to the hood of my whip Foot on the metal wood and grip, floating like a wooden ship Shouldn't sh**ty rappers ask us permission to rhyme? Permission declined, the mics b**by trapped with fishing line Finna' shine since a fetus, I can see the finish line Vicious mind, victims lying in blood when I split your spine Now I'm spying on these b**hes showing titties on Vine Looking pretty, hoes pose in front of Hollywood signs If it comes to Me and You, you lose every time I been deadly with the rhymes since Nirvana Nevermind Never whine, never crying, never dying, I'm designed Out of iron, I'm a lion, I'm defined as divine I'm Allah, I'm Jehovah, Amen-rah, I'm a soldier I'm a boulder-moving mutant, super human, sh** is over Supernova, super soaker full of acid, I'm blasting I'm blacking out, pa**ing out laughing at the fact that you rapping I'm rapidly cracking you crackers into cabbages for bragging I'm body bagging hoes, y'all shorter then Bilbo Baggins [Hook: Chris Webby] If you don't know me, you better tred light Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic (Step, Step up, Step up) But you ain't my homie, so i'm not gonna play nice All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life (Take that motherf**ers)