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letra de raw thoughts ii - chris webby

webby

here we are my friends
it’s time for me to lift my mighty pen
these rhyme schemes leave crime scenes, and it’s that time again
welcome to the colosseum, go and take a seat
cuz i’m that gladiator that you all been waitin’ to see
see i got the taste for blood and now i’m back for more
webby call ’em out just like i’m rappin’ michael rapaport
and if society don’t handle ’em, i’ll be the last resort
verbal executioner, my bars committing act of war
and if you give me ammunition then you will not be forgiven
you hear me harvey weinstein, there will be no omission
all the statements that i make while i’m sonnin’ you from a distance
all the times that you masturbaed in front of your -ssistants
all that f-ckin’ power so you used it and abused it
sh-t, ya homie bill clinton probably taught you how to do it
i’m ruthless, harvey, get to steppin’ back
you look like the c-ckroach wearing human skin in men in black
k!llin’ people’s what i got a voice for
ever since roy moore was lookin’ for love in toy stores
i been on it
and baby we just startin off
it’s chris webby and you know i got the rawest thoughts
bill o’reilly says he’s sorry but really none of us buy it
you can’t pay me off like all of those women to keep me quiet
who cares if he denies it, i’ll still come for him
cuz gettin’ fired just wasn’t enough for him
so now i gotta f-ck wit em
i’ll teach that old pr-ck to treat women with respect
when i jam a pair of stainless steel scissors in his neck
you’re the opposite of the reason that chicks are gettin’ wet
your over 60 with a forehead so big it could reflect
the suns rays and provide solar power to a country
old, gross, and crusty, out-dated, and rusty
out of shape and husky
you know how to tell if bill o’reilly’s near?
when you hear a woman scream “don’t touch me!”
and now george bush is grabbin’ womens’ -sses
i’ll take that wheelchair and push him right in front of traffic
and f-ck your whole corrupt elite family tree
sh-t, we gone let all of these americans see
aw, what you gonna do w, start a war with me?
lick your lips a bunch of times and give a poorly worded speech
sh-t, i’ll knock off jeb’s gl-sses and stomp ’em under my feet
fight me cuz of billy, and i’ll grab em by the p-ssy
yea i hit so hard i leave a d-mn crater
sh-t, i just cut through all the bush’s like a landscaper
i’m who the fans favor
i’ll let r. kelly p-ss on them and then proceed to towel them off with sandpaper
oh that’s right robert kelly, you’ll be easy to fry
i’ll throw him off a cliff, cuz sh-t, he believes he can fly
he’s as creepy as the rest, he just the best pretender
“i’m the world’s greatest”
world’s greatest what? s-x offender?
and xxxtentacion, i don’t even know if that’s the right pr-nunciation
but, whatever his name is, however you say it
sh-t i read the full reports and now i get why your hated
what you did to that girl, sh-t you should hate yourself
sit and take an l, tighten that choker, asphyxiate yourself
legally, you’re probably screwed
her story’s just to f-ckin detailed not to be true
but all you doin is complain x
we see you crackin cuz of the hate x
dang x, that’s just what comes along with the fame x
like sh-tty skaters who aren’t built for the game x
x-games, got a pen game that could flame x
shame x, in this food chain i’m the apex
so in your emotions it looks like you f-cking take x
we are not the same x
i threw the newest iphone out the f-cking window just because that sh-t was named x

there, throw that in your blogs

when i was like 11 maybe i met kevin sp-cey
he was h-lla rapey, tryna convince me to gettin’ nakey
he was drunk and wanted me to go and sit up in his van
so i did it, i’ll admit it, as a kid i was a fan
but then he tried to touch me
i’m lucky i had sh-t on me, that swiss army
he went to grab my d-ck i stabbed his arm
he started bleeding all over the center console
he rushed outta the car and then he tripped over a pothole
kicked him in his head until his ears bled
then i kept on kicking him until he appeared dead
then i hopped up in the driver’s seat and went and put his whip in drive
ran him over, backed it up, and then repeated it like fifty times
webby k!ll with rhymes, you see that is just my sk!ll set
you do some sh-t that i don’t like, you’ll end up on my list next
i stomp on all these insects, with sick interests
who infest society, now who shall i rip next?
ah yes, bill cosby, oh this one’ll be tough
cosby show was my sh-t, why did you f-ck that all up?
if what they say is true, and you were f-ckin’ chicks that’s knocked out on the very same quaaludes you gave them, that’s rape dude
c’mon bill you shoulda known better
when i heard that sh-t i went and threw out all my old sweaters
and we don’t really gotta make this sh-t a whole lecture
someone drag him out back and put down this old yeller
and subway jared, now it’s your turn to get murked
out of this whole list of sh-tty people, you are the worst
i hope that jail food makes you get fat again
and you get so depressed, that every time you see your wrists you think of slashin them
you thinkin back to the days of that footlong diet
all that money and the fame
what you wanted, you could buy it
sh-t, you had it all, all you had to do was eat sandwiches
but when there’s kiddie p-rn on your drive, how quick it vanishes
irreversable damages, so now you’re in the system
and i really hope someones been making you their b-tch in prison
nah f-ck that, i hope somebody k!lls you
that was not a punchline i hope somebody f-cking k!lls you
and ted cruz, it’s time for round number 2
i know you’re not a s-x offender but i mean, f-ck you
just for being you, you and that face that i wanna bruise
i’ll mention you on every single raw thoughts that i do, b-tch
see i been leveling up from a dope rapper
to jeff ross status, they call me the roastmaster
don’t hold back, i attack on these raps
so tightly packed full of little lyrical gems
that you gotta replay the track
on top of my game and still ascending
i’ll i see is fire emojis up in my mentions
i’ll i hear is fans saying “webby’s on that sh-t again”
and all i know is a whole lot more people are listening
but when people have it coming i can’t help but to say sh-t
only if they deserve it, those are my rules of engagement
plus it’s fun for me to write it, for you it is entertainment
so f-ck the whole world, i’m reloaded and dangerous
droppin’ every wednesday for this whole year
ain’t no motherf-cker that’s like me up on this whole sphere
we call earth, until dearth, i live life with no fear
coming after everything you hold dear
raw thoughts
these motherf-cking raw thoughts
f-ck everybody
i’m out
yea

- chris webby

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