Chris Webby - Feel The Burn (Freeverse) lyrics

Ya Webby's lab... 2! CT, what up man, still got those mother f**ing bars on deck I'm a k**er whale My frigging tail could tip the scales And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian bale I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the city jail f** bail I'm already down in hell and chilling Raise hell and sinnin Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him So when I'm Grammy winning giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping From Connecticut to your television, you better listen Cause the flows so vicious I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious So watch yourself b**hes Cause I be so malicious, vicious So stay the mother f** up out my business I roll up and hit this now I am so lit It's clear I'm on gra** like a picnic And you know we blunt sparking Eyes lower than Ben Carsons Space jam ballin I am Marvin a martian Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon But I'm going green solar panels in my garden I'm, commiting arson when I drop my project And I'm a burn your house down with the sh** I drop next Connecticut to the prime meridian listening I'm up in every cla**room, home and condominium and I cause a racket b**h and I'm not talking wimbeldon I get it in That's why they seeing web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan b**hes I'm on my sh** again Thinking back on life but now its different Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in And I got my Michelin scraping the pavement It's ride or die, b**hes get an amen My rap games godly, pull up with a posy Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski Webby kamakazie, bonzie watch me Detonator in my pocket like a Tomagatchi Swerving like I'm ozzi, I think it was the molly I put it down for months but my brain still foggy I be doing this until the day I go scenial Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles I'm a k** sh** 'til then with no retrial Cause I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial Meanwhile, I'm a swerve like I'm flippin a b**h And its simple as this, on these minimalists Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical sh** When I'm back up in that lab like kibble and bits Get it? like retriever? the dog, Labrador? No? What the f**, all I'm asking is for you to understand me And some money for the packet store I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore? I want them thriftshop checks So I don't care who I piss off next Clock in, not a shift off yet It ain't easy trying to live off debt Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat You see I really love rapping bro But now its turned into a mother f**ing fashion show They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the f** he doing? With pants so tight, you see the dam bu*t cheeks through em I'm east coast cause my sweats in timbos A scruffy a** face cigarette and brim low With a s**y bimbo big breasted nympho Giving head in a rented limo So check yo info The game looking real concerned Cause when I'm on, I'm a steal your turn I'm like senator sanders mixed with a f**ing charmander So, either way you gonna feel the burn