Best In The Burbs

Chris Webby

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    I'm rollin' safe and sound, easy as I blaze a pound
    Put my middle fingers in the air and never take it down
    Writin' raps for me is easy, I just play around
    Hit em' with these crazy adverbs and outrageous nouns
    And still no labels found me and fuckin' signed me yet
    And though I grow impatient, I know my time is next
    I'm a big dog, y'all are tiny pets
    I'm an autobot, I got it tatted on my chest
    Optimus primes my mothafuckin' bodyguard
    So I hit em' with these you can never stop me bars
    I'm at the sake bar, gettin' blacked out
    Till I wake up on the sidewalk passed out
    The judge is tellin' me this is my last chance
    So I gotta stay grindin' like a lap dance
    Got bitches bendin' over like they had a back cramp
    Insert below the lower back tat, damn
    I'm why your girlfriend lacks pants
    Huh, steady work her out like it's fat camp
    Uh, yo, somebody grab a trash can
    Shit, at least somewhere to ash man
    I gotta dutch lit, rappin' with soul
    Leave you with a fat lip like you're packin' some skoal
    Cause I do it for the franklins
    I'm a blue whale and the games full of plankton
    I'm a vet, a top threat, known to rock sets
    Tear it the fuck down for dj booth.net
    So yes, I'm ballin' truly so y'all should shoot me
    You can see me on that online call of duty
    Smack booty, I'm rude and intrusive, hardly lucid
    Hittin' dj booth with that exclusive
    I need no excuses, I spit that crack
    Play fetch with the disc jockey bring that shit back
    They said asher's the best in the burbs, well at least that's what they said
    And that's for one reason, cause they ain't heard web
    I make a mean song, plus I kick it from the head
    Always buzzin off the a.d.d. Meds, hempstead!
    To ct you know I make the best stutter
    No will ferrel, but you better step, brother
    Ha, that's why your girl's ass bare
    I hit it, and didn't pay for the cab fare
    Now relax there, don't get pissed off
    I'm the survivor on my island, and you been kicked off
    Think this kid's soft? R.o.f.l
    I got the look, got the swag, and a flow that sells
    My reputation so excels so just stop
    I do more then watch for sex, drugs, and rock
    I'm silly and such, fillin' a dutch
    Battlin' dudes who simply suck
    Then go fuck hillary duff
    Tryin to rap it with my dick in the butt
    And spit fire, so I'm sorry lizzie mcguire
    See, I'm rappin' past the throttle, I'll crack a bottle
    So you better get the fuckin picture like a graphic novel
    I got your little bastard boggled
    You couldn't fuck with me even if we spittin' at a brothel
    Cause I be killin' em like hostile, murderous with words
    That's why they sayin' webby is the best up in the burbs

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