Yeah, so it's 2021 huh?
Let's see if I still got it
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They be yelling out, "Webby's here"
Yeah I'm back, just like every year
Pour the Belvedere and cheers
I'm 'bout to get in gear
Mmm, that ain't strong enough go and get my Everclear
Put my feet up on the dash and let the devil steer
Someone bring the drugs out, you can go and set them here
Just give me a second you know until my head is clear
Do not attempt this at home you heard me?
Great, now where were we
I'm cold as a McFlurry
More stripes than Bill Murray
Rockin' a Knicks jersey
Hit a three and dip early
Speaking so wordy they know that I'm sick, surely
My sword's sharp, best bring the shield like Nick Fury
I'm Ragnar with the axe and I'm slashing them into fragments
Attacking them with a passion they flabbergasted and gaspin'
On fire like Rapidash so they grabbed a latch on the wagon
But at best, you're a fucking book of matches, I'm a dragon
I mean, if you step into my ring you'll get a violent throttle
Break your spinal column have you walking with some kind of waddle
My design is hostile
So if you step I'll grab your head and take the face off it like an Aunt Jemima bottle
Huh, yeah I know I'm inappropriate
But still I keep them coming back think I'm slinging opiates
Holy shit, Webby the dopest flow and you know this shit
Me and JP in the stu, we Shaq and Kobe it
Often felonious, with criminal associates
Only thing I would suggest is not to go with this
I'm a rap god just ask your local theologist
Webby cold like the war with the Soviets
I'm a hip-hopper and multiple pill popper
So much in the bag you would think I'm a real doctor
To refine talent in a world of TikTokers
Fake lip Onlyfans chicks with big knockers
What the fuck happened?
Where's the damn talent?
Why are all these rappers doing a dance challenge?
Why these chick's ass so big they off balance?
Why do y'all follow this shit, that's all I'm asking?
Jeez, in my day this shit would've never sold
[So? Nobody cares, Webby, you're just fucking old.]
Fuck, guess I ain't a spring chicken no more
Guess the world don't look the same from where I'm sittin' no more
Everyone gettin' offended, blocked, and unfriended
Playing into stories like the media intended
The truth getting blurred and blended, unrendered
Cancel careers, torn down and ended
People always so up in they feelings I've tried
To talk sense to 'em but they just get triggered and cry
While these sheep killing my vibe, for sitting outside
Without a mask on like that's why they really gonna die
Listen bitch, can't you see I'm like fifty feet away
Trying to smoke a cigarette
Where should I go? Lead the way
Give a fuck either way
Don't be coming in my space
You don't wanna get my germs then get the fuck up out my face
Yeah, I'm known to take shots give a fuck if you're way far
My Picatinny rail's got a scope with a laser
The second amendment support and loading my AR
And *baow* blow your ass right off of the radar
My day starts with eating rappers for breakfast
I'm back with a vengeance
Time to snap them back to they senses
I'm back on the fields so get to heading back to the benches
Or I'ma catch a couple bodies they can add to my sentence
Don't wanna try it man
I'll kick you right up in your diaphragm
Punches all connect like the circles in Venn diagrams
Fly as Ironman
The moves I make shit y'all only see the hat like Fetty Wap in an eye exam
My title stands if you get at me
My raw thoughts going sick on my enemies
I be tripping zoned out on some LSD
Selling dick pics for bitcoin as NFTs
Jeez, and now I'm back to take it undomesticated
Uncontrollable, unruly, and unvaccinated
And when they telling me I can't say that
I'll tell them suck a dick, bitch, Webby Wednesday's back
Aye yo, Nox, turn that mic up man I gotta talk to these people let them know something real serious
Webby Wednesday's back and I ain't fucking around this year either
This is not fucking game. Y'all ready for a show? Let's go
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