Chris Webby - Blunt Ride Cypher Lyrics
It's Chris Webby, getting high as f**k right nowI'm hella sick, and no one knows what I'm infected withSo hi it's nice to meet youI'm the guy your girl been texting withEvil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady s**tThat's potent as the poison in a f*****g box jellyfishIn a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowshipLegolas and Aragorn cruising through ConnecticutLeave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicksThrow around bread, I'm on my Hansel and Gretel s**tA psychopath on a path of destructionPopping Xanax til I'm seeing blackI better pass the Dutch Master I'm puffingThe first up the the mic but the last to the functionStumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for suckingEast Coast, we don't borrow your swagger for nothingWe'd rather start a battle instead of start a discussionSo pass it back to me, cousinS**t I'm so nice I could spit this s**t right here backwards in RussianNo sound like the one I gotThey can hear it anytime I rockCause all I got's my balls and my wordAnd this baggie full of herbAnd I'm coming for that #1 spotI've always been a loose cannonThey say I rolled off of a pirate shipHigh as s**t, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes'll getI'm out in Sochi, 720 to a flying splitAnd land all up in that v****a b***h, huhSee I be showing them what I can do with this s**tYo what you think I was new to this s**t?Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seatGiving head to me while I maneuver the whipVroom, rhyme book staying f*****g fullChemically Imbalanced, and fully f*****g disfunctional
