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letra de yippee ki yay - chris webby

[verse 1: chris webby]
tell ’em what it’s gon’ be, new school og
puttin’ weed smoke in the breeze
ya’ll 720p? be adhd, fully high def’ emcees
and you know we goin’ right on in
dark side, call me kylo ren
ice cold flow, cryogen’
f-ck an iou, i leave an io when owed one
i’m self made in the lion’s den
i got a big roar, big suite on the sixth floor
big money, big score, big big tour
i’m such an animal, i’m showing up on noah’s arc sh-t bored
sh-t, i’m big ill, where the sick ward
pull a ripcord, paratrooper
lyrical semi-automatic and i’m letting off sh-lls like i’m jumping on a koopa
stone cold like i’m looking at medusa
cl!ck-clack, bang, gonna aim the bazooka
comin’ for your f-ckin’ neck like you’re rockin’ a chain in the water with barracudas
better reconsider where you scuba
k!llin’ it well from livin’ through h-ll while fillin’ the l
knowin’ that one day, i’d be livin’ this well
webby dope, ya’ll just really gotta listen to tell
the boy fresh like i still got silica gel up in the pocket
trippin’ like a quadric
mammals on land, god d-mn, yo, i got this
stack my deposits, hot sh-t, cookin’ with the phonics
2020 vision better watch it, ow

[chorus]
i been on a wave and i did it my way
and we gon’ get it all day
if you get in my way then i’m diggin’ your grave
yellin’ out, “yippee ki yay”
i been on a wave and i did it my way
and we gon’ get it all day
if you get in my way then i’m diggin’ your grave
yellin’ out, “yippee ki yay”

[verse 2: anoyd]
i’ma die hard, drive off, better give me five stars
even with the paid time off, i’ma grind hard
lights on, lights off, shootin’ on a tripod
i frost, ice ice, vanilla ice ya’ll
“yippee ki yay”, don’t forget it, um
you can tell a difference, eminem meant xzibit
i don’t give a f-ck about a critic, um
’cause part of being a human is making stupid decisions
i’m living proof that the kid is more brucer than willis
tequila juice syringe injected into our livers
give little f-cks like midgets stickin’ up middle fingers
and when i drop sh-t and you’re on a stool like a pigeon
that’s how you making a name by
i’m rubbin’ off on my pupils like pinkeye
i should say, “welcome to the home of zero f-cks
i’m glad you came by”
and i wade by, and became high
i’m on a plane, no, i’ma hang, no, i’ma hang-glide
i go insane, look at the brain, look at the play by
i go to spain, look at the vein, i go to shanghai
and became a black belt at the same time
need i say more sh-t, it never had to be that way
say what’s on your chest and what you feel, man, be a man
be honest, i can hear you from a hundred feet away
i’ma live yippee yippee ki yay either way
2020 vision and i’m still living irate
you livin’ yippee ki yay or you light bay
drinkin’ to the last job is a light weight
it’s yippee ki yay (yippee yippee ki yay)

[scratched]
motherf-cker, we goin’ right on in
adhd, adhd

- chris webby

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