Poobs - No Regrets lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real f**ed up, I don't even know how sober feels Smother Asher Paul Roth with a fabric wash cloth That I previously used to wash my a** and balls off I'm just a dope rapper, in cla** chasin' a math teacher With a protractor then copy the notes after So hot you'll think that I freakin' sleep on a burner Want beef? I'll force feed a vegan a burger Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder So A.D.H.D., that I need at least a Concerta It's Chris Webby, brain dead but still deadly My sh**'s heavy, pop pills and twist heddies So kick and slap me b**h, I'll take it like a masochist Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rappin' with Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a ho, slap a b**h Then leave the room laughin' after it Like what ! [Hook:] For myself, I have no regrets Time has taking what it soon forgets Again there's paradise, in short venue [Verse 2: Chris Webby] I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly A serial k**er takin' blades to Rice Krispies An Arabic terrorist in America If you wanna get at this, I'm triple dog darin' ya I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey Ren and Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, b**h you best salute me I'mma loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soakin' dudes deuce I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues I'mma mothaf**in' monster man Get it poppin' like the guns playin' Contra man Contraband, stuck in my pipe so let me light it Got a dark pa**enger like Dexter, why fight it Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin (Skurr!) burnin' rubber til I ride on rims Brim to the side, got a sack to spark I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jura**ic Park Like what [Hook:] I feel alone when the Sparrow's sing No way of knowing what tomorrow brings I leave my solitude upon his wings [Verse 3: Chris Webby] My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's I'm young too, but sh** I've been rappin' since 3 Since the youngest Jonas Brother was still in his mother's uterus And Miley Cyrus was in diapers, b**h I ain't new to this I'm what you get when you mix alcohol and nicotine Aderall, Ecstacy, Marijuana and Creatine Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in Then you got me, mind clinically dumb man I can count my brain cells on one hand But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look b**h, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus I'm that villain out the comic book creepin' Crawlin' out the flames like a demon, breathin' Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me A mix of Buffalo Bill and Bundy, trust me [Hook:] Though it's pleasure, is to hear in time To paint a picture's what he's left behind I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind