Chris Webby - Sandbox lyrics
Christian Webster
[Chris Webby - Sandbox lyrics]
Strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere I go
Too raw for the TV shows or the radio
And I try to make friends but
Still I always end up in my sandbox alone
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
See, I came for war, with the blood that'll stain the sword
Pullin' up around the bodies that I'll lay on the floor
I'm a Category Four, when it rains, it pours (Yeah)
Kickin' down the frame of your door
I got the Hammer of Thor to send shocks that'll rattle your core
And spatter the walls, that's what I brought the janitors for
My hands on the trigger and that's what they've been panickin' for
I'll go to war like Kenobi, Yoda and Anikan or Harrison Ford
And I'm hittin' the warp drive
Get caught like a fall guy with a– 'til they crosseyed
I got crosshairs on the hair on the heads and the jawlines
On my enemies I will squeeze until fuck it, we all die (Rah)
I'm only showin' up for the blood like a horsefly
I don't care if it's your's, mine, on or it's offsides
Fuck a line in the sand, my man, that's small time
Look around, what I've drawn on the grounds a fault line
All I see 'round here is afraid ass rappers
Just a bunch of Diddy party goin', gay ass rappers
Flyin' with Epstein when they need to get away
And because they tend to like 'em underage, ass rappers
Flight log of the plane, ass rappers
Suck a dick for the fame, ass rappers
Yeah, this game ass backwards
Just a bunch of fake ass rappers
Makin' illuminati hand gesturin' like they in a gang, ass rappers
Listen, I used to think if I was actually fire
And had the talent to inspire from a track to the cypher
And worked hard on my craft, I could bridge the gap
But silly me, if I'd spent that time traffickin' minors
I'd be sacrificin' goats with Jay-Z and Bee
With a Grammy on my wall but that just ain't me
What I am is a beast and ain't none of 'em ready
The Baphomet can't even save 'em if they fuckin' with Webby (Baow)
Strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere I go
Too raw for the TV shows or the radio
And I try to make friends but
Still I always end up in my sandbox alone
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
Better listen, fuckin' with Webb's a bad choice
Like hirin' the Clinton's for babysittin'
I'm flippin', bust a couple shots with precision
Even the Devil second guessin' messin' with Christian
No stoppin' the shit I write, if I got you up in my sights
I can't help but to squeeze one off
No one's off limits tonight
Whether politician or Pope to Obama and Big Mike
Pardon me, I meant to say his very masculine wife
Yeah, you could say I'm used to bein' in hot water
Ever since the thoughts that I got, got raw'er
Sacred cows around me get slaughtered
Duraflame flow, when I spark I'm a firestarter
Don't bark up the wrong tree and don't step in the wrong puddle
'Cause Webby's a raw dog, need a leash or a strong muzzle
I suggest you reconsider before you go start trouble
Trust, you dont want your name up in one of my thought bubbles
I started as a cub in the pride but I've grown some
Now there ain't a piece of the Savannah that I don't run
Giant with it, follow my fee-fi with a fo-fum
Solitaire with it, still playin' by my lonesome
I am the mic- the microphone shogun
Never give ground, I bow down to no one
Veins pump frozen blood of the chosen
You'll never see another like me, the molds broken
I cause commotion, I fit the bill
Of an apex predator in for the kill
If I don't taste blood, it better at least spill
And water the fuckin' plants on the dirt of the battlefield
Got wounds that won't heal but left a lot too
That's why they regrouped platoons and withdrew
I play solitaire 'cause they scared to lose
Better run-run when I come through
Strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere I go
Too raw for the TV shows or the radio
And I try to make friends but
Still I always end up in my sandbox alone
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
Too raw for the TV shows or the radio
And I try to make friends but
Still I always end up in my sandbox alone
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
See, I came for war, with the blood that'll stain the sword
Pullin' up around the bodies that I'll lay on the floor
I'm a Category Four, when it rains, it pours (Yeah)
Kickin' down the frame of your door
I got the Hammer of Thor to send shocks that'll rattle your core
And spatter the walls, that's what I brought the janitors for
My hands on the trigger and that's what they've been panickin' for
I'll go to war like Kenobi, Yoda and Anikan or Harrison Ford
And I'm hittin' the warp drive
Get caught like a fall guy with a– 'til they crosseyed
I got crosshairs on the hair on the heads and the jawlines
On my enemies I will squeeze until fuck it, we all die (Rah)
I'm only showin' up for the blood like a horsefly
I don't care if it's your's, mine, on or it's offsides
Fuck a line in the sand, my man, that's small time
Look around, what I've drawn on the grounds a fault line
All I see 'round here is afraid ass rappers
Just a bunch of Diddy party goin', gay ass rappers
Flyin' with Epstein when they need to get away
And because they tend to like 'em underage, ass rappers
Flight log of the plane, ass rappers
Suck a dick for the fame, ass rappers
Yeah, this game ass backwards
Just a bunch of fake ass rappers
Makin' illuminati hand gesturin' like they in a gang, ass rappers
Listen, I used to think if I was actually fire
And had the talent to inspire from a track to the cypher
And worked hard on my craft, I could bridge the gap
But silly me, if I'd spent that time traffickin' minors
I'd be sacrificin' goats with Jay-Z and Bee
With a Grammy on my wall but that just ain't me
What I am is a beast and ain't none of 'em ready
The Baphomet can't even save 'em if they fuckin' with Webby (Baow)
Strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere I go
Too raw for the TV shows or the radio
And I try to make friends but
Still I always end up in my sandbox alone
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
Better listen, fuckin' with Webb's a bad choice
Like hirin' the Clinton's for babysittin'
I'm flippin', bust a couple shots with precision
Even the Devil second guessin' messin' with Christian
No stoppin' the shit I write, if I got you up in my sights
I can't help but to squeeze one off
No one's off limits tonight
Whether politician or Pope to Obama and Big Mike
Pardon me, I meant to say his very masculine wife
Yeah, you could say I'm used to bein' in hot water
Ever since the thoughts that I got, got raw'er
Sacred cows around me get slaughtered
Duraflame flow, when I spark I'm a firestarter
Don't bark up the wrong tree and don't step in the wrong puddle
'Cause Webby's a raw dog, need a leash or a strong muzzle
I suggest you reconsider before you go start trouble
Trust, you dont want your name up in one of my thought bubbles
I started as a cub in the pride but I've grown some
Now there ain't a piece of the Savannah that I don't run
Giant with it, follow my fee-fi with a fo-fum
Solitaire with it, still playin' by my lonesome
I am the mic- the microphone shogun
Never give ground, I bow down to no one
Veins pump frozen blood of the chosen
You'll never see another like me, the molds broken
I cause commotion, I fit the bill
Of an apex predator in for the kill
If I don't taste blood, it better at least spill
And water the fuckin' plants on the dirt of the battlefield
Got wounds that won't heal but left a lot too
That's why they regrouped platoons and withdrew
I play solitaire 'cause they scared to lose
Better run-run when I come through
Strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere I go
Too raw for the TV shows or the radio
And I try to make friends but
Still I always end up in my sandbox alone
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
They don't wanna play with me
They afraid of me, I know
