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letra de house party cypher (interlude) - chris webby

flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy
go so hard like a callus be, uh
burning more things than calories

kid: i see you homie, i see you. working, huh?

barstaloan: you feel me? you see me right? i got bars, kid

kid: word? that’s what’s up man

kid: hold up, you heard of chris webby though?

barstaloan: chris webby? man i ain’t worried about chris webby, man, i told you. i’m the illest out here in ct, i’m not worried bout no motherf–king ninja turtles, f–k a mario man, this motherf–ker looks like f–king rob dyrdek and sh-t, f–k that dude

kid: funny story, he’s here right now!

barstaloan: oh word, like here? at this part?

kid: ayo web!

barstaloan: nah nah nah it’s cool…

kid: web!

barstaloan: yo chill, chill, chill, chill…

kid: come check this dude out, this dude is crazy

barstaloan: yo man, bar stallone that’s my name. duce me as bar stallone, please

kid: f–k outta here. ayo web! yo get your hands off that b-tch

webby: what!?

barstaloan: yo he’s busy man just leave him alone, cmon man

webby: f–king fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, i swear to god i’ll be right back. (to kid) what do you want? what the f–k is up?

kid: this dude is talking mad sh-t, show him what the f–k time it is

webby (sighs): alright. yo kenny! kenny!

barstaloan: who the f–k is kenny…

webby: get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man

kenny: right now?

webby: c’mere man, just come over here man

kenny: alright, alright i’m coming

webby: ayo everybody keep it down for a second

barstaloan: no no no keep partying, y’all keep going

webby: gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? you ready?

kenny (in robot voice): i’m ready

barstaloan: what the f–k is that?

yo, it’s chris webby
at this party and sh-t, motherf–ker wants me to rap
i’m about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
and go to narcotics anonymous hustling c-ke and percs
i’m just trying to p-ss you off, i really hope it works
go berzerk, i got a dirty mouth, i’ll never hold a curse
jerking off until my motherf–king shoulder hurts
even if she vegan she gon swallow when my b-n-r squirts
help an older lady across the road, “hey can i hold your purse?”
then kick her in front of a moving bus, “oh no, she’s hurt!”
sh-t i’m pretty sure she’s dead but you can check yourself
while i run her wallet and spend all the money at taco bell
anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
i’m on the grind but off the rails like an eric koston fail
i hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a v-g-n-l cavity
but busted while i was half inside her
then i woke up in the morning and had a reminder
that she getting plan b for breakfast with an apple cider
someone p-ss the lighter, i need some weed to breathe in
he’s a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
i don’t need a reason
i’m creeping up like s-x offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
you won’t see me leaving, i’m running through that
stomp you to death then throw my nike’s back on the shoe rack
huh i’ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
somebody told me orange is the new black
so i scrub my white t til it turns the color copper
and use some tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
it’s weird that i ain’t crazy though, sh-t you can ask my doctor
sike, i’m off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherf–ker

webby: your turn, bro

barstaloan: i actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro

webby: oh yeah? that’s cool bro. seriously. (to party) who wants to get back to drinking?!?!

- chris webby

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