What I Do - Chris Webby

Straight chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fry

Like a clamb strip all day get high

Never ending story felt course stay fly

My mom’s a math teacher so I gotta multiply

Not a mathematician myself so I ride

At my 98 Altima parked outside

Hustle and mixtapes I’m tryna get by

Double U E double B follow with a Y

Mothafucka that’s me and I be so cool

To be on my level you gonna need a step-stool

Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules

Breaking every law till they kick me out of school

So amped up you’d think I’m chuggin' jet fuel

Chasing a bottle of moon shine with an O’Doules

No more rules let me call up Billy Madison

And have em slippin' on banana peels if they challenge him

I’m bafflin' any competitor with what I’m rappin' and

The future’s lookin' bright I think I’m staring at a halogen

Born in ‘88 I got it tatted on my abdomen

Product of the 90s, everyday practicin'

Then it started happenin', turned into a beast

Full bred pit with a little Maltise

Woof, slaughter any track I see

You’ve now been warned, you’d better hide your beats

I’ma never give a fuck about you

I’m just doing what I do

Murder any beat I put my mind too

Thought you knew that’s what I do

Rappin' on the mike till my face turns blue

Through and through that’s what I do

That’s what I do

Stop sleeping over there man pass the blunt

L ride around town and be back for lunch

Got a full plate of beats and some Captain Crunch

Me on the mike only lost a battle once

Everybody else, murked em

Cooked it up, served em

Pen in hand I got the dexterity of a surgeon

Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless

Like the names of every Mutant Ninja Turtle, I’m an artist

Bitch, nobody stoppin' what I’m sayin'

Lyrical display gon' shock em like Raiden

Everyday ragin', show me where the party’s at

Where the bitches where the broads where the hotties at?

Where the liquor where the bud, where the Marley at?

Where the stage I’m bouta give the crowd a heart attack

Life’s short so you know I gotta live it up

Brim low dutch rolled I’ma never give a fuck

All I got’s my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause

Livin' life like a video game so press pause

Double tap X with a shot to the brain

Back back square hit em with the scorpion chain

So get over here bitch ill kick em like Liu Kang

And fatality anybody who shits on my name

Its that tatted up tyrant, heatin' up the climate

Pissing on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants

It’s that motherfuckin' Optimus Rhyme full bottle of pills

Blunted with a bottle of wine

Fully transform bout to take over the game soon

Ain’t no mothafucka I’m afraid to bring the flame to

Got em rotisserie while I be smokin' piffery

Making words connect like letters written in calligraphy

Not a person here stepping in my shoes

‘Cause see Webby’s back and this is what I do