Chris Webby - Trust Me | Текст песни

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Say that's fer sher,
And that's fer sher.
That's fer sher,
What? That's fer sher.

[Chorus]
I'm a beast,
That's fer sher.
Kill a beat,
That's fer sher.
Spittin' heat,
Cause you know I play for keeps.
That's fer sher.
Rap nice,
That's fer sher.
Plus I'm white,
That's fer sher.
Just gimme the mic,
I'ma kill it, damn right,
That's fer sher.

[Verse 1]
I'm a punch line prodigy,
Dope? Yo, I gotta be.
Spit it and flip it and get 'em jumpin' like a wallaby.
But ain't no Rocco's Modern Life,
Still these kids are watchin' me.
Sicker than pathology,
I'll vomit on you probably.
Keep rhythm like Tommy Lee!
Now tell me who's stoppin' me!
So everybody stand up, get them hands up like a robbery!
I'm a hot commodity!
Bangin' bitches condom free!
Chuggin' bottles till I'm more fucked up than the economy!
Mic check, one two, one two,
Three four five six seven eight nine,
I generate rhymes on eleven state lines.
Spit so sharp, I could penetrate spines.
I rap fer sher, with a bag of the herb,
Yes sir, I'm serving actual words.
And I rap from the curb to my pad in the burbs,
I'm a bull moving up from the back of the herd.

[Chorus]
I'm a beast,
That's fer sher.
Kill a beat,
That's fer sher.
Spittin' heat,
Cause you know I play for keeps.
That's fer sher.
Rap nice,
That's fer sher.
Plus I'm white,
That's fer sher.
Just gimme the mic,
I'ma kill it, damn right,
That's fer sher.

[Verse 2]
Say that's fer sher,
When I come and show up right at your door,
Smack your jaw,
Got you drinkin' dinner through a plastic straw.
Rap it raw, speak it hard,
Captain just put me in charge.
I'ma treat 'em like astronomers,
They'll be seein' stars.
A rap flow, I'll take your chick and bend her back over,
Cause I hit more pussy than abusive cat owners.
Never catch my ass sober, I'm always passed out.
And yeah, your girl's a dime? Well mine's a half ounce.
I hear the track bounce, rip it when I speak slow.
I'm just a wild boy, you could call me Steve-O.
With a mean flow, rockin' my jeans low,
Reppin' the burbs to the fullest, that's where I be, bro.
I'm just a dog, I shop at PetCo, see?
I'm just a crazy ass white boy S.O.B.
I could murder rock 'n' roll to a techno beat,
With a weed sack stickier than a gecko's feet.
Gee, girlies can't help themselves, lookin' at the kid,
Cause I'm so damn hot they gotta put me in the fridge.
You heard? That's my word.
Chris Webby be the illest mothafucka in the burbs,
And yes that is fer sher!

[Chorus]
I'm a beast,
That's fer sher.
Kill a beat,
That's fer sher.
Spittin' heat,
Cause you know I play for keeps.
That's fer sher.
Rap nice,
That's fer sher.
Plus I'm white,
That's fer sher.
Just gimme the mic,
I'ma kill it, damn right,
That's fer sher.

Yeah!
It's Chris Webby,
And that's fer sher.
Oh-Nine,
I'm in this bitch.
Yeah!

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