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letra de world wide web - chris webby

[intro]
you’ve got mail

[verse 1]
woo, check the wifi
call your internet provider, grab a lighter
smoke a fire in this b-tch until we quite high
got the k-9 unit barking at me every single motherf-cking time that i’ma ride by
yeah, hit the pedal yelling “bye bye!”
but if y’all really want beef, i’ma get on uber eats
turn this b-tch into a five guys, tell ’em i’ll chow down
a tyrannosaurus rex every time i take a step
it be followed by a loud sound
make a motherf-cker bow down
when they see my silhouette through tinted windows at around town
i’m a godd-mn g*nius
the word’s over their head like a meme and sh-t
i’ll use a motherf-cker’s name, never sneak a diss
i’m never scared, bone crusher, never plead the fifth
too many checks to count
when i factor in the next amount. sh-t i’ma need to get a tenth account
i’m all over the web, call me wreck-it-ralph
so if they try’na pop up i’ma x them out
but i ain’t left the house in days
and i’m still all in your face
on a website, because web’s sight is 20/20 get on web’s page
b-tch, i’m here to stay
better tell them that i’m here now
i’m the antidote
one of the rawest on the whole d-mn atlantic coast
and somebody beating me up in this motherf-cking ring
that’s like donald trump winning the hispanic vote

[pre-hook]
i’ll bum rush the game
saying “motherf-cker, what’s my name?”
yeah, cloth isn’t cut the same
i’ll be spitting ’til i bust a vein
now tell me what’s my name?
what’s my name? what?

[hook]
it’s w, w, w, dot
it’s worldwide web and i’m gunning for the top
it’s w, w, w, dot
yeah, it’s worldwide web, motherf-cker, and i’m coming for your spot
yelling “f-ck your feelings”
yeah, my aim on point i don’t care what the f-ck y’all feeling
yeah it’s worldwide web

[verse 2]
woo, hit the log in
you got motherf-cking mail, leave a trail of the breadcrumbs everywhere i’m walking
hansel and gretel with a touch of heavy metal and some late 90s rap in my walkman
tell ’em i will never soften
i ran through your place, put hands on your face like i [macaulay culkin ?]
listen, i go hard for weeks with dope bars, repeat
any hater in my way, control, alt, delete
call me worldwide web, a christian bourdain
all i do is board planes
i wrote off the seats as a business expense
sick when i flip my sentence
i rip sh-t, spit tremendous
and c-ck back and swing with the fists of vengeance
relentless, everybody in attendance gon’ see
you don’t wan’ be f-cking with me
rule so f-cking deep, you’d think we under the seats
yeah [?] with the punches that’ll buckle your knees
you would think you watching the wwe
come and you’ll see
listen, i be coming correct
throw your chips down, man f-ck it, i’ma double your bet
sh-t i’ll run in just to pull in on a rug and i’ll jet
i live a wild life, wwf
yeah it’s ww dot com
worldwide web in your cd rom
i been all up on the internet dropping bombs
ever since i was mysp-ce friends with tom

[pre-hook]
i’m about to bum rush the same
tell me motherf-cker, what’s my name
yeah our cloth isn’t cut the same
i’ll be spitting ’til i bust a vein
now tell me what’s my name?
what’s my name? what?

- chris webby

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