Feel The Bern (freeverse) Lyrics - Chris Webby

Ya 

Webby's lab.... 2! 

CT, what up man, still got those mother fucking bars on deck 

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I'm a killer whale 

My frigging tail could tip the scales 

And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails 

On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian bale 

I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the city jail 

Fuck bail i'm already down in hell and chilling 

Raise hell and sinnin 

Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him 

So when i'm Grammy winning giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping 

And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping 

From Connecticut to your television, you better listen 

Cuz the flows so vicious 

I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious 

So watch yourself bitches 

Cuz I be so malicious, vicious 

So stay the mother fuck up out my business 

I roll up and hit this now I am so lit and 

It's clear i'm on grass like a picnic 

And you know we blunt sparking 

Eyes lower than Ben Carsons 

Space jam ballin i am Marvin a martian 

Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon 

But i'm going green solar panels in my garden 

I'm, commiting arson when I drop my project 

And i'mma burn your house down with the shit I drop next 

Connecticut to the prime meridian listening 

I'm up in every classroom, home and condominium and 

I cause a racket bitch and i'm not talking wimbeldon 

I get it in 

That's why they seeing web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant 

There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan 

Bitches i'm on my shit again 

Thinking back on life but now its different 

Always evolving, i'm so Darwinian 

I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in 

And I got my Michelin scraping the pavement 

It's ride or die, bitches get an amen 

My rap games godly, pull up with a posy 

Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski 

Webby kamakazie, bonzie watch me 

Detonator in my pocket like a Tomagatchi 

Swerving like i'm ozzi, I think it was the molly 

I put it down for months but my brain still foggy 

I be doing this until the day I go scenial 

Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles 

I'mma kill shit 'til then with no retrial 

Cuz i got my lawyer Sal Goodman on the speed-dial 

Meanwhile, I'mma swerve like i'm flippin a bitch 

And its simple as this, on these minimalists 

Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit 

When i'm back up in that lab like kibble and bits 

Get it? like retriever? the dog, Labrador? 

No? What the fuck, all i'm asking is for you to understand me 

And some money for the packet store 

I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore? 

I want them thriftshop checks 

So I don't care who I piss off next 

Clock in, not a shift off yet 

It ain't easy trying to live off debt 

Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat 

You see I really love rapping bro 

But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion show 

They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the fuck he doing? 

With pants so tight, you see the dam butt cheeks through em 

I'm east coast cuz my sweats in timbos 

A scruffy ass face cigarette and brim low 

With a sexy bimbo big breasted nympho 

Giving head in a rented limo 

So check yo info 

The game looking real concerned 

Cuz when i'm on, i'ma steal your turn 

I'm like senator sanders mixed with a fucking charmander 

So, either way you gonna feel the burn