Church (Intro)

Church (Intro) - Chris Webby

Welcome welcome All you ninjas

Come on in and make some room

Move on over now

Go watch out for the baby head

The baby You about to

Head the baby in the head

Why you gotta take up both seats

Just move on over

Lets start the show

We have a special guest tonight

He goes by the name of Chris Webby

Now this you man hails from Connecticut

After six mixtapes

After half a million downloads

After 20 million YouTube views

Countless sold out shows

And many a satisfied fan

All you ninjas

Give a warm welcome to your Chris Webby

You see I'm buzzing now

Shovel in hand I dug from

The underground

Lyrical artillery loaded

With forty dozen rounds

They used to run they mouth

Sh*t they Daffy Ducking now

Came out spitting

First photo shoot was my ultrasound

Throwing up my middle fingers

In my Mother's uterus

Spitting fire off of the top

Mount Vesuvius

Always caught disturbing the peace

They said I was Ludacris

Crazy unpredictable nutty

But never stupid butch

Smart guy like Taj Mauer eating pot brownies

On the run for killing beats

Till the f**king cops found me

On the loose again

Apple juice and gin

Out manouvering my enemies

Leave'em with sutures in

Cut'em up

Cause my flow is sharper than Excalibur

Maximus Decimus Maridius

To these challengers

Gladiator in the flesh

Swinging for your f**king neck

Slicing up these beats

While you butches can even cut a check

Up next final stop success like

Now hold on now hold up

Hold on now hold on

You gots to teach these boys how to rap

Cause what these boys out here is doing

Is not rap It's wack

You got to show them

The multi syllable schemes

You got to show them the air tight flow

You got to show them them punchlines

Now get on in there and do your thing son

Everything I do I do it with heart

Werewolf with a full moon in the dark

Tear a f**king human apart

I'm stupidly smart

Started on the east

But my music made a westward expansion

Something like Lewis and Clark

Climbing up the musical charts

And me falling off

That's like Bullseye from

Daredevil losing at darts

I'm just a crazy motherf**ker

Who was bred to be a monster

Since the eighties motherf**ker

I'm lyrically inclined

Put my spirit in my rhymes

Veins pumping hip hop

You can hear it in my lines

Rolling with a bunch of goons

Everyday we grinding on

And we All Spark

You can catch me up on Cybertron

I am on everything

Bad Meets Evil er

That's just how the cookie crumbles

Motherf**king Keebler

Mark my teachers words

They told me that I should be mature

But now that my pockets beefed up

I'm never going vegan sir

Grinding till the f**king day I stop breathing

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