Chris Webby - Inappropriate (Freeverse) lyrics

Yeah So it's 2021 huh? Let's see if I still got it They be yellin' out Webby's here, yeah I'm back just like every year Pour the Belvedere and cheers, I'm 'bout to get in gear Hmmm That ain't strong enough, go and get my Everclear Put my feet up on the dash and let the devil steer Someone bring the drugs out, you can go and set 'em here And just give me a second, you know, until my head is clear Do not attempt this at home, ya heard me? *sniffff* Great, now where were we? I'm cold as a McFlurry, more stripes than Bill Murray Rockin' a Knicks jersey, hit a three and dip early Speakin' so wordy, they know that I'm sick surely My sword sharp, you best bring the shield like Nick Fury I'm Ragnar with the axe and I'm slashin' 'em into fragments Attackin' 'em with a passion, they flabbergasted and gaspin' I'm fire like Rapidash, so they grab the latch on the wagon But at best, you're a fu*kin' book of matches I'm a dragon I mean If you step into my ring you'll get a violent throttle Break your spinal column have you walkin' with some kinda waddle My design is hostile, so if you step I'll grab your head and take the face off it, like an Aunt Jemima bottle Huh (1:01) Yeah I know I'm inappropriate But still I keep on coming back, think I'm slangin' opiates Holy sh*t Webby the dopest flow-er you know this sh*t Me and JP in the stu', we Shaq and Kobe it Often felonious with criminal associates Only thing I would suggest, is not to go with this I'm a rap god, just ask your local theologist Webby cold like the War with the Soviets I'm, a hip-hopper and multiple pill popper So much in the bag you would think I'm a real Doctor Truer fine talent in a world of Tik-Tokers And fake lip Only Fans chicks with big knockers What the f*ck happened? Where's the damn talent? Why are all these rappers doin' the Dance Challenge? Why these chicks' ass so big they off balance? WHY THEY ALL FOLLOW THIS sh*t? THAT'S ALL I'M ASKIN Geez In my day, this sh*t never would have sold "So, nobody cares Webby, you're just fu*kin' old" F*ck Guess I ain't a spring chicken no mo' Guess the world don't look the same from where I'm sittin no mo' Everyone gettin' offended, blocked and unfriended Playin' into stories like the media intended The truth gettin' blurred and blended, unrendered Cancelled careers, torn down and ended People always so up in their feelings, I've tried To talk sense to em', but they just get triggered and cry While these sheep killin' my vibe for sittin' outside Without a mask on, like that's why they reall gon' die (shutup, b*tch) Listen b*tch, can't you see, I'm like 50 feet away Trying to smoke a cigarette, where should I go? Lead the way Give a f*ck either way, don't be comin' in my space You don't wanna get my germs? Than get the f*ck up out my face Yeah I'm known to take shots, give a f*ck if you're way far My picatinny rail's got a scope with a laz-ar A second amendment supporter loading my AR And BOW Blow your ass right off of the radar My day starts With eatin' rappers for breakfast, I'm back with a vengeance It's time to snap em' back to they senses I'm back on the field, so get to headin' back to the benches Or Imma catch a couple bodies they could add to my sentence Don't wanna try it man I'll kick you right up in your diaphragm Punches all connect like the circles in Venn Diagrams Fly as Iron Man The moves I make, sh*t you'll only see the half, like Fetty Wap in an eye exam My title stands if you get at me My Raw Thoughts goin' sick on my enemies I be trippin, zoned out on some LSD Sellin' dick pics for Bitcoins, as NFTs (oh, gross) Geez And now I'm back to take it, undomesticated, uncontrollable, unruly and unvaccinated And when they tellin' me I can't say that, I TELL 'EM su*k A DICK b*tch, WEBBY WEDNESDAY'S BACK! Hey yo Nox turn that mic up man I gotta talk to these people Let 'em know something real serious WEBBY WEDNESDAY'S BACK! And I ain't fu*kin around this year neither man This is no fu*king game Y'all ready for a show? Ha Then let's go!