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[Intro] You know, I just be f*cking killing beats, ya know? Killing beats, man That's what I do, yessir [Verse 1] Giving your adrenaline a rush Yo, it's Webby, listen up Italiano on the mic, eating spaghetti in a cup When I bust, can't label it Crazy sick and I'm dangerous Pesci up in a Scorsese flip I'm never taking sh*t Take a rip off the Dutchie and pass it to the left Chiropractor on the beat, I get it cracking like your neck Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check Like Japan's nuclear reactors, I'm a threat To the entire Northern Hemisphere Letting 'em know that Webby's here Chugging Belvedere, then I follow it with some Everclear Got them like "My God", them beating me That sh*t don't make sense like Helen Keller with an iPod Top mafioso, drinking a Four Loko Hit them with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo Born in ochenta y ocho, Han Solo Always chasing pussy like a dog, call me Todo F*ckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussies in my team Just a poly and a Silvio, kill it though Here we go, flowing it sick, boning your chick I'm the 23 year-old Al Capone in this sh*t Holding the chips, rolling up over a sip Even people on the needle aren't doper than this If they formerly know me as Chris, now I'm transforming [Hook] Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear Giving all these punk rappers paralysis And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big And I no longer need a dollar like I did Since I was a kid, I knew that I had a purpose on this planet So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit 'Til I ran sh*t, all in with my damn chips Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet [Verse 2] Slicker than a Slip 'n Slide, leaving crowds mystified Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullsh*t aside This is why Webby be colossal with the flow The next generation of Sopranos with the flow Run sh*t, Lucky Luciano with a flow Not taking a math test but I'm a problem and you know I'm a pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonna rock it, man Labels fighting over me like Elien Gonzalez, fam This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees In the 203 with your girl on both knees So who you think you're trying, kid? Got the heart of a lion beneath some iron ribs Rolling deeper than a giant squid Do it big, shootouts at high noon Beat killer, the f*cking Ted Bundy of iTunes When an instrumental's looking right, I go and get the butcher knife And cut it up until I need a hook to write Went from a '98 Altima and got a tinted black Camaro Always sipping bottles of rum like Jack Sparrow Young Rob DeNiro who charges like a pharaoh More deadly than Legolas with a loaded quiver of arrows Bowser's back up in this b*tch, the bad guy So when I steal your princess, you don't gotta ask why I'm a beast and I show it through everything I'm recording [Hook] Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear Giving all these punk rappers paralysis And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big And I no longer need a dollar like I did Since I was a kid, I knew that I had a purpose on this planet So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit 'Til I ran sh*t, all in with my damn chips Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet Yeah! [Outro] And that's it, ya know? I just be, uhh, f*cking killing beats It's what I do, it's my M.O Ya know, it's- I don't know how to do anything else so f*ck it Heh! Webster! Yeah |