Chris Webby - 2013 Sway in the Morning Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Oo yeah, this some super villain sh** I like it Yo, it's C Webby [Verse] These people rate my music triple X With all the X I rap about, and add the fact I'm getting all your b**hes wet You wanna come at the best, then bring a bigger bed Cause I'm a rottweiler dawg, you a Giga Pet I bag O's like General Mills Now I'm on a paper chase for those federal bills But you know it's Chris Webby, you could listen what I'm speaking I got paper in my pocket, the sh** to roll my weed in You know I get it popping, I'm dropping, I stay nice When I'm rocking on the mic, and yeah f** it, I am white But I got a lot of weed and we 'bout to give it a light, mon Chilling here with mics on, blowing up like pipe bombs That's just how I'm going, i'm coming for the throne So f** it I'm home, rapping with Muggsy Malone We back in the booth, and yo they can't see me It's CT, and on the mic i'm a Web MD I'm like a surgeon, I'm that dude on Google that you be searching And no one ever messing, cause you know that I be hurting Any motherf**er stepping it, you'll be resting b**h In peace that is, yeah I'm coming out Connecticut You know I'm coming through, you f** with me you getting slaughtered I'm a genius, why the f** you think I'm drinking Smart Water? I be going in and rapping the sh** No one could say that I'm not off of the top when I come through chilling with Sway I be going, and they think it's again like Doomsday Cause I go in off the top and like hey You know I'm coming through and doing that sh** when I be dropping nice Eyes bugging out of they head like Rocko's Modern Life, I go in And add some Nickelodeon, I'm flowing and nobody controlling him You know I got the sodium, a lot of salt up on my french fries Don't test guys, I'll knock you down as easy as I swat flies I'm coming in, I got the six piece up there at Popeye's And swap spit with your f**ing b**h on my dick when I be coming ridiculous No one be coming and I'm wrapping sh** up just like a Christmas gift It just be coming, you know I'm coming through And no one ever f**ing with me, it's Chris W I'm from the burbs, they like "Yo, he ain't from the hood so he ain't spitting sh**" Well if that's your f**ing theory that's ridiculous Because I'm nice, and you know that I be rhyming cool And yes I did go to motherf**ing private school I know a lot, yeah I had a f**ing scholarship And yeah I had your mother too, and she hollered quick And then I made her spit, but she swallowed it No one ever stopping, beating me is just preposterous, dawg I'm coming new, you know that I'm writing Coming with lightning like this is f**ing Clash of the Titans I'm f**ing ill, when I be flowing no one ever be holding me You know nobody dope as me, repping 2-0-3 That's just where I'm coming from, and I'm stunting son Hands around your b**h like a cummerbund You know I'm going in, that's just how I'm rapping Beating me don't happen, I'm the next Eric Clapton With the sh** I spit with pa**ion, ripping them apart Like Apocalypto I'll be standing at the top of your heart, b**h