Raw Thoughts II - Chris Webby

Here we are my friends

It’s time for me to lift my mighty pen

These rhyme schemes leave crime scenes, and it’s that time again

Welcome to the Colosseum, go and take a seat

Cuz I’m that gladiator that you all been waitin' to see

See I got the taste for blood and now I’m back for more

Webby call 'em out just like I’m rappin' Michael Rapaport

And if society don’t handle 'em, I’ll be the last resort

Verbal executioner, my bars committing act of war

And if you give me ammunition then you will not be forgiven

You hear me Harvey Weinstein, there will be no omission

All the statements that I make while I’m sonnin' you from a distance

All the times that you masturbaed in front of your assistants

All that fuckin' power so you used it and abused it

Shit, ya homie Bill Clinton probably taught you how to do it

I’m ruthless, Harvey, get to steppin' back

You look like the cockroach wearing human skin in Men in Black

Killin' people’s what I got a voice for

Ever since Roy Moore was lookin' for love in toy stores

I been on it

And baby we just startin off

It’s Chris Webby and you know I got the rawest thoughts

Bill O’Reilly says he’s sorry but really none of us buy it

You can’t pay me off like all of those women to keep me quiet

Who cares if he denies it, I’ll still come for him

Cuz gettin' fired just wasn’t enough for him

So now I gotta fuck wit em

I’ll teach that old prick to treat women with respect

When I jam a pair of stainless steel scissors in his neck

You’re the opposite of the reason that chicks are gettin' wet

Your over 60 with a forehead so big it could reflect

The suns rays and provide solar power to a country

Old, gross, and crusty, out-dated, and rusty

Out of shape and husky

You know how to tell if Bill O’Reilly’s near?

When you hear a woman scream «Don't touch me!»

And now George Bush is grabbin' womens' asses

I’ll take that wheelchair and push him right in front of traffic

And fuck your whole corrupt elite family tree

Shit, we gone let all of these Americans see

Aw, what you gonna do W, start a war with me?

Lick your lips a bunch of times and give a poorly worded speech

Shit, I’ll knock off Jeb’s glasses and stomp 'em under my feet

Fight me cuz of Billy, and I’ll grab em by the pussy

Yea I hit so hard I leave a damn crater

Shit, I just cut through all the Bush’s like a landscaper

I’m who the fans favor

I’ll let R. Kelly piss on them and then proceed to towel them off with sandpaper

Oh that’s right Robert Kelly, you’ll be easy to fry

I’ll throw him off a cliff, cuz shit, he believes he can fly

He’s as creepy as the rest, he just the best pretender

«I'm the world’s greatest»

World’s greatest what?

Sex offender?

And XXXtentacion, I don’t even know if that’s the right pronunciation

But, whatever his name is, however you say it

Shit I read the full reports and now I get why your hated

What you did to that girl, shit you should hate yourself

Sit and take an L, tighten that choker, asphyxiate yourself

Legally, you’re probably screwed

Her story’s just to fuckin detailed not to be true

But all you doin is complain X

We see you crackin cuz of the hate X

Dang X, that’s just what comes along with the fame X

Like shitty skaters who aren’t built for the game X

X-Games, got a pen game that could flame X

Shame X, in this food chain I’m the apex

So in your emotions it looks like you fucking take X

We are not the same X

I threw the newest iPhone out the fucking window just because that shit was

named X

There, throw that in your blogs

When I was like 11 maybe I met Kevin Spacey

He was hella rapey, tryna convince me to gettin' nakey

He was drunk and wanted me to go and sit up in his van

So I did it, I’ll admit it, as a kid I was a fan

But then he tried to touch me

I’m lucky I had shit on me, that Swiss Army

He went to grab my dick I stabbed his arm

He started bleeding all over the center console

He rushed outta the car and then he tripped over a pothole

Kicked him in his head until his ears bled

Then I kept on kicking him until he appeared dead

Then I hopped up in the driver’s seat and went and put his whip in drive

Ran him over, backed it up, and then repeated it like fifty times

Webby kill with rhymes, you see that is just my skill set

You do some shit that I don’t like, you’ll end up on my list next

I stomp on all these insects, with sick interests

Who infest society, now who shall I rip next?

Ah yes, Bill Cosby, oh this one’ll be tough

Cosby Show was my shit, why did you fuck that all up?

If what they say is true, and you were fuckin' chicks that’s knocked out on the

very same Quaaludes you gave them, that’s rape dude

C’mon Bill you shoulda known better

When I heard that shit I went and threw out all my old sweaters

And we don’t really gotta make this shit a whole lecture

Someone drag him out back and put down this Old Yeller

And Subway Jared, now it’s your turn to get murked

Out of this whole list of shitty people, you are the worst

I hope that jail food makes you get fat again

And you get so depressed, that every time you see your wrists you think of

slashin them

You thinkin back to the days of that footlong diet

All that money and the fame

What you wanted, you could buy it

Shit, you had it all, all you had to do was eat sandwiches

But when there’s kiddie porn on your drive, how quick it vanishes

Irreversable damages, so now you’re in the system

And I really hope someones been making you their bitch in prison

Nah fuck that, I hope somebody kills you

That was not a punchline I hope somebody fucking kills you

And Ted Cruz, it’s time for round number 2

I know you’re not a sex offender but I mean, fuck you

Just for being you, you and that face that I wanna bruise

I’ll mention you on every single Raw Thoughts that I do, bitch

See I been leveling up from a dope rapper

To Jeff Ross status, they call me the roastmaster

Don’t hold back, I attack on these raps

So tightly packed full of little lyrical gems

That you gotta replay the track

On top of my game and still ascending

I’ll I see is fire emojis up in my mentions

I’ll I hear is fans saying «Webby's on that shit again»

And all I know is a whole lot more people are listening

But when people have it coming I can’t help but to say shit

Only if they deserve it, those are my Rules of Engagement

Plus it’s fun for me to write it, for you it is entertainment

So fuck the whole world, I’m reloaded and dangerous

Droppin' every Wednesday for this whole year

Ain’t no motherfucker that’s like me up on this whole sphere

We call Earth, until dearth, I live life with no fear

Coming after everything you hold dear

Raw Thoughts

These motherfucking Raw Thoughts

Fuck Everybody

I’m Out

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