Chris Webby – Wednesday After Next lyrics

Finally, someone let me outta' my cage
To flip the fuck out, acquire all this power and rage
While I been channeling my energy and counting the days
That I would pull the fucking pin on like a thousand grenades and blow up
Tear apart these fucking haters and critics
Debaters and cynics, and anyone who'd say I'm a gimmick
Throw gasoline on what's left of 'em on the pavement and lit it
And then I'll go and fuck their mothers just to say that I did it
A fucking savage, fully rabid
My fur matted
While foaming at the mouth looking for something to attack
Such a dirty mouth, I'm even cursing in my ad libs (You fucking pussy!)
So good luck with censoring that shit
On so many drugs, they'll never cleanse me of the toxins
Still, there ain't a thing that you could tell me when I'm rocking
I hear the people talking, saying "Webby is a problem!"
My ears to the street, like the belly of a Dachshund, so
I know they recognize the Comeback Kid
Admire all the tireless work, and stuff I did
I stayed hungry 'til my fucking stomach touched my ribs
And never gave up, to tell 'em who the fuck I is (It's Chris Webby!)
Half brain-dead, but still deadly
My bic's ready, writing that fire and twist headies
In that Jet-black chevy, I'ma pass 'em by your lap
Fuck your end game, there ain't no coming back when I'ma snap
Pulling Tony Stark's chest piece out
Convince the Hulk to let the beast out
To have a fair fight and knock his teeth out
Rip the Winter Soldier's arm right from his friggin' shoulder
Then I beat Steve Rogers with it 'til he's in a coma, listen
Even Peter Parker isn't messing with Web'
He saw me beat Thor with his own hammer then sever his head
Sneaking up on Doctor Strange while he's meditating
Then I'll kick him so hard in the chakra that his neck is breaking
Tape open Hawk-eye's eyelids
Expose his iris to sunshine and ultra-violets 'til he's fully fucking blinded
Hittin' Ant Man and The Wasp with Raid spray
And turn Rocket to a Davy Crockett hat the same day
I'll do Thanos like Pussy from Sopranos
Aimin' the shot and then put bricks in his body bag just so he sink to the bottom
Web's a dangerous problem, ain't no
Way you could stop him, he's so
Crazy, they watchin' and tryin' to take him and lock him in the deepest hole they can find
But I cannot be controlled or confined
I'm set to blow at any moment in time
See, I got no major label to be controlling my rhymes
I say what the fuck I want, when I want
Know that I'm really often evil, I'm just awkward people
Shit, I need a bottle of liquor just to talk to people
Or when I rap, shit I'm sick or withered then all these people
Fuckin' slaughter people, drawn and quartered people
Every bar is lethal
Mortal Kombat, striking the stealthiest Bob Cat
Smoking bomb grass
Seven states away, you'll catch a contact
Killin' every city that I stop at
With a set longer than a Joe Rogan experience podcast
Anti-social mogul, staying in my house mostly
I'm cosy, but snap in a second so don't approach me
Roast me? You know that ain't likely if you know me
Thing's'll go downhill for you quicker than Jonny Moseley
Newest og, in a game of fakes
Who know nothing 'bout the struggle, being faced with hate
Or working for a fucking decade just to claim your place
But I wipe out, destroy and erase these snakes
That tryin' to slither in the game, I won't give 'em a chance
I cut every fucking branch of these industry plants
Take they watch and they chains and they friggin' advance
Slap them in they face tats 'til they pissin' they pants
Yeah, I rose from sediment
Dirt stains on my clothes are evidence
Underground monster like dinosaur bone remnants
Evil rap nemesis, higher than riding Pegasus
And got my foes evacuating like Chernobyl residents
High as verbal caliber, harder body than Graveler
With the heart of a lion in my Cardiovascular
I don't catch a body on the mic, I catch a massacre
'Cause it's Wednesday After Next, mark your calendar