Текст песни Webster Morgan

[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]Chris Webby - Webster Morgan - http://ru.motolyrics.com/chris-webby/webster-morgan-lyrics.html
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