Stfu Lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro: Merkules] 

Yo, stomp down killers forever 

Webby, what up? 

Windex, I see you 

Let's go 

[Verse 1: Merkules] 

Lately I been feeling like there ain't no one as ill as I 

First I make the music, then I made that shit an enterprise 

This is dope money, you could say me name is Escobar 

Killing all these rappers just became part of my repertoire 

Doggy, I'm a python, you'll never compare 

Y'all are feminine, it's evident I'll end your career (yeah) 

I put the smoke in the air tonight like I'm Phil Collins 

I got the shakes like I'm withdrawing from pills often 

And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid Crosby 

I got more Heat that Miami, I'll fucking Chris Bosh 'em 

I'm psychopathic, I'm doing acid and driving backwards 

Every track that I'm rapping on is a fire hazard 

So light the matches, ignite the gasses, the final chapter 

Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are just some hired assassins 

A kamikaze with a loaded gun, wasted 

Smoking dust naked in a pickup truck faded 

Let's go 

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[Chorus: Chris Webby & Merkules] 

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing 

Cause these motherfuckers not like me 

Yeah they seen their name buzzing 

Now they wanna start something 

That is not likely 

We don't need no introduction 

(Motherfucker) 

Better leave me be 

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me 

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me 

[Verse 2: Chris Webby] 

I don't vacation (nope) 

I be in a lab on a free date 

Chicken fingers, LSD tab and a V8 

Rolling up the grass, puff pass like a relay 

Ever since I used to say phat, with a P-H 

Mario and Bowser combined 

A cold blooded Italian and I'm out of my mind 

And listen, half of the time I'm so high 

Can't believe my words actually rhyme 

It's autopilot, sitting back in recline 

When I get a Grammy I'ma only credit the squad 

Cause we been working too hard to share the credit with God 

Shit's a hell of a job, spit flows and show dominance 

Pro novelist, no stopping this 

Drag 'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana this 

Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the water drip 

Out the underground like I was found by archaeologists 

All we do is mother fucking body shit 

[Chorus: Chris Webby & Merkules] 

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing 

Cause these motherfuckers not like me 

Yeah they seen their name buzzing 

Now they wanna start something 

That is not likely 

We don't need no introduction 

(Motherfucker) 

Better leave me be 

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me 

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me 

[Verse 3: Lil Windex] 

Every so often I get carried away 

Yo what's this motherfuckers problem, why he staring at me? 

I swear to God that I'ma drop him, right there in his place 

And toss his body in the coffin, he'll get buried today 

And Merk comes over, he's like,