Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Webby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Webby
Songwriter
Brian Joseph Eisner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Epidemix
Producer
Nox Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, stomp down killers forever
Webby, what up? Windex, I see you, let's go
[Verse 2]
Lately I been feelin' like there ain't no one as ill as I
First I make the music, then I make that shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you could say my name is Escobar
Killin' all these rappers, just became part of my repertoire
Doggy, I'm a python, you'll never compare
Y'all are feminine, it's evident, I'll end your career, yeah
I put the smoke in the air tonight like I'm Phil Collins
I got the shakes like I'm withdrawin' from pills often
And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid Crosby
I got more heat than Miami, I'll fuckin' Chris Bosh 'em
I'm psychopathic, I'm doin' acid and drivin' backwards
Every track that I'm rappin' on is a fire hazard
So light the matches, ignite the gasses, the final chapter
Merk, Windex, and Chris Webby are just some hired assassins
A kamikaze with a loaded gun, wasted
Smokin' dust naked in a pickup truck, faded, let's go
[Verse 3]
Seen 'em all bluffin' but they ain't say nothing
'Cause these motherfuckers not like me
Yeah, they seen the name buzzin' now they wanna start something
That is not likely
We don't need no introduction
Better leave me be
STFU when you talkin' to me
STFU when you talkin' to me
[Verse 4]
I don't vacation, I be in a lab on a free date
Chicken fingers, LSD tab, and a V8
Rollin' up the grass, puff, pass like a relay
Ever since I used to say phat with a PH
Mario and Bowser combined, a cold blooded Italian
And I'm outta my mind
And listen, half of the time I'm so high
I can't believe my words actually rhyme
It's autopilot, sittin' back and recline
When I get a Grammy, I'ma only credit the squad
'Cause we been workin' too hard to share the credit with God
Shit's a hell of a job, spit flows and show dominance
Pro novelist, no stoppin' this
Drag 'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the water drip
Out the underground like I was found by archaeologists
All we do is motherfuckin' body shit
[Verse 5]
Seen 'em all bluffin' but they ain't say nothing
'Cause these motherfuckers not like me
Yeah, they seen the name buzzin' now they wanna start something
That is not likely
We don't need no introduction
Better leave me be
STFU when you talkin' to me
STFU when you talkin' to me
[Verse 6]
Every so often I get carried away
Yo, what's this motherfucker's problem, why he starin' at me?
I swear to God that I'ma drop him, right there in his place
And toss his body in the coffin, he'll get buried today
And Merk comes over he's like, "Windex, chill
Man, I think you're off your rock, you forget your pills?
'Cause you ain't been actin' proper and you can't sit still"
Man, fuck you, just pass the vodka, it ain't no big deal
I'm ruthless, I'll smash your woman and I'll smash your sister
And replace your dad's spot in every family picture
I'm standin' outside the AA while slammin' liquor
I piss people off just to ask them if they're triggered
Are you triggered?
Well, I don't give a shit, really
If a groupie wanna fuck then she can get the big willy
If somebody want that smoke I'll tell them where the bitch killed me
But don't tell me to stop bein' a prick, 'cause I still will be
[Verse 7]
Seen 'em all bluffin' but they ain't say nothing
'Cause these motherfuckers not like me
Yeah, they seen the name buzzin' now they wanna start something
That is not likely
We don't need no introduction
Better leave me be
STFU when you talkin' to me
STFU when you talkin' to me
[Verse 8]
2003 shit
CT to Canada shit
STFU when you talkin' to me
Written by: Brian Joseph Eisner, Chris Webby