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lirik lagu stranger – chris webby


{*evil laughs*}

i’m a super villain where the f*cks kick *ss?
one kick to the chest will give em whiplash
crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up
twist a bamboo, cause bein’ sober sucks
i’m the dopest young buck with this rap sh*t
crazy mothaf*cker in need of a strait jacket
rap it, grab the track and face bash it
every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket
ha, cause you know i leave em hurt son
on the gr*ssy knoll, sniper rifle nerf gun
you ain’t ready for the crazy sh*t that chris will pull
f*ckin’ despicable, leavin’ every hater miserable
kicked back, so come on and distract
i hit em so hard they can’t help it but sit back
i spit raps amazing
they flip the f*ck out like liam neeson
when his daughter was kidnapped and taken

[chorus]

i’m mentally insane
on more cocaine than rick james
chuggin’ doober while i be drivin’ and switch lanes
this kid’s brains suffer psychosis
runnin’ into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roach clip
the dope sh*t, that roll, and smoke sh*t
hotter than bein’ on the equator with a coat zipped
get your boat flipped
i leave em capsized
they smell the chronic in the air when i p*ss by
i give em bad vibes
but you know i flow b*tter
gave steve austin the stone cold stunner
i took a shovel out and i buried the undertaker
drop the scissors and attack rock with paper
lord vader mixed with a little darth maul
pedal to the medal til the f*ckin’ car stalls
adderall, ritalin, lsd
i’m meet you up in webby’s world
yo, follow me!

[chorus]

i always got one eye open like a c*ked up cyclops
no time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops
kill a beat when i grab the mic, watch
connect more dots than a bag of dice got
the raps i drop get flipped like ihop
throw more kicks than noob saibot cause i rock
make time stop like the prince of persia
wanted in 47 states lyrical murder
so believe the sh*t, i plead the fifth
after i force feed a bulimic chick swedish fish
i’m an evil pr*ck
with some diesel pits
slaughter any compet*tion that i’m beefin’ with
beatin’ chris? nah, not likely
i whoop my own *ss with a tire iron now come fight me
till god strikes me down, i’ll keep goin’
givin’ satan himself this free promotion
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


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Disclaimer: lirik lagu stranger - chris webby adalah properti dan hak cipta oleh pemilik / pencipta, dan disajikan untuk tujuan edukasi, promosi dan untuk penggunaan pribadi.


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