Chris Webby - Roger That lyrics

Ha, yeah, it's Chris Webby Danimal Lector in the mo'f**ing building You know, Connecticut, ha Webster's lab, b**h Let's go, yeah [Verse 1: Chris Webby] You now have entered Webby's world, welcome to my habitat Living like a Jason Statham movie, always action packed k**in' competitors, cause seein' me lose a battle rap Just don't happen these days like seein' a Pterodactyl hatch So give me beats and I'll be runnin' to the lab with that Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain't never matchin' that Roll so f**in' deep, we know where to get Krabby Patties at Deeper than the ocean floor, U-571 Larry the cable guy, cause you know I'm 'bout to get her done Pushin' all your bu*tons, you would think I had an extra thumb Chug a fifth of moonshine, chase it with some ketel one Spit nice with raps to rip mics, Carry my whole state on my shoulders until my discs slip twice I'll keep strivin' for the title until I win right This is what happens when you feed Gizmo after midnight A f**in' Gremlin, ain't nobody stoppin' that Cleats on my feet and I'm a play em like a soccer match Slaughter all these copycats, you could never follow that (Ground control to major com) I'm crazy do you roger that? [Verse 2: D. Lector] Eenie meenie miney mo, my winnie in your hiney hole Hidey hoe labor as I light the drow, psycho flow, I can go from high to low, low to high man I don't know, Too hot to touch too cold to hold and right now I'm at 5 below, On the surface my mind's berserk, and I'm like Give me a perc and a vibe with a verse to write Each word too precise, verbally nice, sharp as a surgical knife, And certain it's curtains I'm the best you've heard in your life Bourbon and Sprite, cause in the burbs we light the herb every night, Turnin' the mic just warmin' up, so quit your queefin', it's girly I making a 30 g's it's early walkin' all weekend like Berny, I used to be weak and nerdy but now I'm Diesel like the typer fuel Highway to hell but they didn't teach me this in driving school, You giant tool I'm hittin' the track like Ricky Bobby, listen mommy If, if you with a pretty body then sh** I'll probably take brain, Cause the kid's a zombie, never did karate But it's Daniel-san, all I'm missing is Mr. Miyagi. I'm f**ing crazy smelling like a skunk with rabies, Punching babies, humping ladies, blame my mother cause she made me, I'm a product of the 80's high as a kite, high on life, This rap sh** is like ridin' a bike [Verse 3: Chris Webby] I'm Mr. Starship Trooper puttin' weed up in the hooka Hittin' on my friends' mums tryna take me home a cougar In your dreams like Freddy Kruger with the lyrical maneuvers You Tube, Twitter, Facebook, all up in your computer I just live hakuna matata {Swahili phrase for 'no worries'} I'm kicking it with Puba lightin' Buddha, stayin' flyer than you losers Stella Luna I'm a dude who got some confidence, scratch that, co*kiness Syllable after syllable out of my esophagus You don't gotta roger that, but baby I'm a roger this Motherf**in' party boy, call me Chris Panius b**h I'm just a jacka**, higher than a rocket-ship You chick perverse cowboy's the only one on top of this She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it Well, b**h you're sippin greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it. The way you givin' brain you'll never get yourself a scholarship. In fact, at this point your f**in head's probably hollow b**h. I'm f**in' nice so all you haters should acknowledge it Either way, who gives a f**? I'm makin' me a profit b**h I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that I'm the best in the burbs b**h, and you can roger that