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Yeah, Webby Yeah, I'm dropping in like a half pipe (Yeah) And I got my raps tight, better act right (Yeah) Any situation that's involving that mic I'm showing up like cum in a black light Pause, killing it, committed for murder I spit it hot, hear that sizzle like you flipping a burger Even as a fucking baby while I'm dribbling Gerber I have your bitch in a whip like the catalytic converter (Skrrt) And I'm ripping it properly, tell you bitches I'm honestly The sickest, I gotta be someone you list in mythology With the gods of the game while I been fulfilling my prophecy Feel the velocity hitting your body, your chance of living Is probably very small, I'm a friggin' anomaly Illest and independent, individual oddity Took shots, now they studying my cinematography Rap prodigy, bitch I'm a commodity, or so they say... Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!) Enough fans that'll pack the stands I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands So let me go and tell they ass again, I said Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!) Who very few are better rappers than I'm on point like a javelin, I never pass, Durant SongtexteSo let me snap again, now turn me up Yeah, y'all just better quick with the nonsense Fucking with me is something like kicking a wasp nest I'm something to see like Big Foot or the Loch Ness Kill all my competitors, so baby who want next? (Yeah) Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, you can call this a bomb threat Gentrification the way you're moving these projects Album after album, I been getting these large checks And put that dough to work, come and see what my stocks net If you ain't in on the Webby train, you shoulda came We on top, rolling up these pharmaceutical strains (Yeah) I'm so white that you can see the fucking blue in my veins But what I do with this microphone is a beautiful thing Getting green like the triangle button on PlayStation I'm a beast, I ain't lying or bluffing, if they hating Let 'em speak, while I fire up the oven, evacuation Is the only way you could save 'em, I end the conversation, like Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!) Enough fans that'll pack the stands I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands So let me go and tell they ass again, I said Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!) Who very few are better rappers than I'm on point like a javelin, I never pass, Durant So let me snap again, now turn me up Aus Songtexte Mania