Текст песни Trust Me

Ayo, check.
I'm a punch like professional,
Far from conventional,
Always make a point
Like what comes right before a decimal.
I never ate my vegetables,
Skipped out of preschool,
Spit molten lava,
Ain't a second I could be cool.

I'm nasty,
So come right at me.
I am fresh to death,
Shit, I'm great like Gatsby.
My voice stays raspy,
But ladies like it.
They always jock my swagger
And tell me that I'm the nicest.

I'm righteous,
So who's f*cking with Webster.
Stay bangin' out tracks
In the lab like Dexter.
I'm clever,
Ev-ery day under pressure.
Bow down to king Mathers,
But I am his successor.

An MC like Escher,
Fresh, flyer than feathers.
Rollin' up the trees
And light up like a projector.
I'm better,
B*tch trust me,
I'm Super Mario with a star
'Cause y'all can't touch me.

You could never be the man that I be.
Never go to war with a dude like me.
You'd be barking up the wrong tree.
Trust me.
And, and you could never do the things that I do.
You could never spit the words that I spew.
You could never stand to walk in my shoes.
Trust me.
Yeah, ha.

You'd be barking up the wrong tree,
Barking at the wrong dog.
Power walking around
You mother f*ckers in full jog.
I'll go hard,
Shit I'm oh so sick.
I'm loco b*tch, eat rappers like Coco Crisp.

And get it jumping like a pogo stick,
Nobody next to this.
I been rapping since Sonic
Was running on Sega Genesis.
So I'll throw Knuckles like his nemesis,
Now who could step to Chris?
I'm so fly,
I got a leg up on Pegasus.

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Verses to the chorus,
On the underground
Like bones of Stegosaurus.
My kicks harder than Chuck Norris.
One roundhouse will knock you all the way to places
That your foreign with.

I'm rolling with at least 3 Ninjas,
Call me Colt.
But b*tches call me the carpenter,
I screw, nut, and bolt.
I won't just give up,
And don't just back down.
And don't give two f*cks,
You know all that now.

You could never be the man that I be.
Never go to war with a dude like me.
You'd be barking up the wrong tree.
Trust me.
And, and you could never do the things that I do.
You could never spit the words that I spew.
You could never stand to walk in my shoes.
Trust me.
Yeah, ha.

I'm a mother f*cking an-imal,
Scrotum full of cannonballs.
Playing drinking games
Till I hardly even stand at all.
I bite b*tches like True Blood,
This dude's rough.
Brain screwed up,
From too much drugs.
I never grew up.

Drinking till I threw up,
Throw up, vomit.
Barf on the game,
You b*tches don't really want it.
Sorry homeboy
But do not interrupt me.
I'm better at rapping than you,
B*tch just trust me.

You could never be the man that I be.
Never go to war with a dude like me.
You'd be barking up the wrong tree.
Trust me.
And, and you could never do the things that I do.
You could never spit the words that I spew.
You could never stand to walk in my shoes.
Trust me.
Yeah, ha.

Ha, ha. Champion Records on the beat.
Yeah, yeah yeah,
It's Chris Webby.
Yeah, ha.
203, where you at?
Haha, huh, I'm right here.
Damn straight.
2009 b*tch, it's my year.
Holla,
We goin hard on 'em, b*tch.