STFU

Lil Windex, Merkules, Chris Webby

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Chris Webby

Christian Webster (born October 13, 1988), better known by his stage name Chris Webby, is an American rapper from Norwalk, Connecticut. Chris Webby has released many mixtapes such as the DJ Drama-hosted Bars On Me (2012) and his EP There Goes the Neighborhood (2011), which peaked at number 101 on the Billboard 200. He has worked with various artists such as Freeway, Mac Miller, Joell Ortiz, Big K.R.I.T., Method Man, Prodigy, Gatzby, Bun B, Tech N9ne, and Kid Ink. In 2013 he and his label Homegrown Music signed a deal with E1 Music. He then released Homegrown, another EP, in November 2012. Webster released his debut studio album Chemically Imbalanced on October 27, 2014. Most recently, Webby has released the compilation album, Wednesday, that features some of … more »


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Yo, stomp down killers forever
Webby, what up? Windex, I see you, let's go

Lately I been feeling like there ain't no one as ill as I
First I make the music, then I made that shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you could say me name is Escobar
Killing 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 withdrawing from pills often
And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid Crosby
I got more Heat that Miami, I'll fucking Chris Bosh 'em
I'm psychopathic, I'm doing acid and driving backwards
Every track that I'm rapping 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
Smoking dust naked in a pickup truck faded, let's go

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing
'Cause these motherfuckers not like me (no)
Yeah they seen their name buzzing
Now they wanna start something
(Let's be real) that is not likely
We don't need no introduction
(Motherfucker)
Better leave me be
Shut the f*ck up when you talking to me
Shut the f*ck up when you talking to me

I don't vacation (nope)
I be in a lab on a free date
Chicken fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, puff pass like a relay
Ever since I used to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and Bowser combined
A cold blooded Italian and I'm out of my mind
And listen, half of the time I'm so high
Can't believe my words actually rhyme
It's autopilot, sitting back in recline
When I get a Grammy I'ma only credit the squad
'Cause we been working too hard to share the credit with God
Shit's a hell of a job, spit flows and show dominance
Pro novelist, no stopping 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 mother fucking body shit (Webby)

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing
'Cause these motherfuckers not like me (no)
Yeah they seen their name buzzing
Now they wanna start something
(Let's be real) that is not likely
We don't need no introduction
(Motherfucker)
Better leave me be
Shut the f*ck up when you talking to me
Shut the f*ck up when you talking to me

Every so often I get carried away
Yo what's this motherfuckers problem, why he staring 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 rocker, you forget your pills?"
"'Cause you ain't been acting proper and you can't sit still"
Man f*ck you, just pass the vodka, it ain't no big deal
I'm ruthless, I'll smash your woman and then I'll smash your sister
And replace your dad's spot in every family picture
I'm standing outside the AA while I'm slamming 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 f*ck 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 being a prick, 'cause I still will be

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing
'Cause these motherfuckers not like me (no)
Yeah they seen their name buzzing
Now they wanna start something
(Let's be real) that is not likely
We don't need no introduction
(Motherfucker)
Better leave me be
Shut the f*ck up when you talking to me
Shut the f*ck up when you talking to me

2003 shit
CT to Canada shit
Shut the f*ck up when you talking to me
Yeah

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