Chris Webby - Bars On Me lyrics

Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch, just like a uterus
And I don't need no lubricated condom when I'm doing this
Always got a doobie lit, swerve behind the wheel and maneuver it
20-20 with it they use my eyes and see the future with 'em
Moving shit, I'm just trying to be what I'm supposed to be
Supposedly I'm dope, Saint Nicholas ain't as cold as me
Thing we got in common is I'm always with a hoe or three
Make it drop it like someone with Parkinson's carrying groceries
'Cause I'm here and I rap that shit, doing shows and stacking chips
Take my shirt off when I spit, that's why your girl is on my dick
Got these tats all on my body and a pocket full of piff
Fill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby, take a hit
See, I'm running for the title, everybody voting Webster
Drinking straight tequila out a motherfucking blender
Middle finger stay up, nobody can censor
I'm a dog, always sniffing for the female gender
Friend her up on Facebook and from there it's a wrap
Send her poke and then tomorrow she'll be sitting on my lap
Even back, when I was broke, my girlies always had a rack
Love them big titty bitches with bodies covered in tats
It's that marijuana twister, a twist and grabbing ladies from the mixer
Then I bring 'em to the telly and crack a bottle of liquor
'Cause I never gave a fuck, I'm the type to bang your sister
Then go back to your crib and fuck your moms like Stiffler
I hope you get the picture, take it on your Kodak
Up in Webby's World you cannot reach me with a road map
To find that you need Adderall, Ambien and some Prozac
Always cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves at
Keep on dropping heat, all you players grab your cleats
'Cause I'm all in this game for winning, I don't settle for defeat
From the suburbs to the streets I will stand by what I speak
And I don't even know what this bitch is saying up on the beat

But I got a hundred bars on me
Everything that we throw on, the credit card's on me
Every drink that we get, the titty bar's on me
And I'll be living just like this until my heart don't beat
Bitches it's Chris Webby, that whitey who spit deadly
With my foot up on the pedal like I'm Mario Andretti
Fucker, I rap flames and murder the rap game
Spittin' 'til I'm number one with a bullet like Max Payne
Got that Nerf gun tucked and I'll aim it at your gut
Better duck is the track that cracker and slapper of big but
Getting drunk, always looking for some double D cups
But in the lab I'll cook it up like I'm Wolfgang Puck

Get in the game and I go straight H.A.M.
When I get the rock up in my hand
'Cause I'm here to get it popping, just exactly how I planned
Take a stand right here for this rapping shit and keep my lyrics accurate
Test me while beating Webby, just simply will never happen
Bitch, salute me, 'cause truly, I be the dopest on the chords
Master Yoda with the bars, I'm a Jedi with the Force
That's 'cause Webby done got that flow, they get act like they don't know
But they ain't fucking with me, period, yo, fanito