Sure As Can Be - Locksmith, Chris Webby

In misery

Oh thinking about men

Oh yeah

Yeah

You see when Webby got it get it

I’m gonna leave your body twisting

With these punchlines so fucking hard they ask if Rocky did it

We’re staying drunk

See me in the lobby sipping

Blacking out like I’m sharing drinks with Bill Cosby’s bitches

The way I step to the mic has gotta be God’s gift

White boy with a light skin bitch

Call me John Smith

Little fat chick just make it drop trick

Got a chastity belt I’ll pass you to Locksmith

Middle fingers in the sky till my arms tired

You would think my tonsils made to flick the way I talk fire

Say they crediting Webby they all liars

Y’all ain’t going nowhere like barbed wired on your car tires

Fricking anxiety medication with Kevin Bacon

Grand Central Station till my body is levitating

Kill them with the stars in two ways

What fucking explanation

Just follow the bouncing ball let me do this demonstration

Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be

Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me

Nothing ever changed

I’m the same old me

If you don’t feel the same then shame on me

Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be

Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me

Nothing ever changed

I’m the same old me

If you don’t feel the same then shame on me

Some rappers hustle their music and rush lyrics

Other rappers only do music to fuck bitches

Some rappers wait for a hot media topic

Act like they give a fuck and write songs so they can profit

Often but it’s often perceived as being conscious

But it’s nothing more than an external plot for their pockets

Stop it pussy rapper you lacking your label testifies

You say that it’s rap and I say it’s a kegel exercise

The nerve of these mother fuckers they even utter

Speak or stutter words and indecent mothers and creep their mothers

We discovered most of the artists you harvest for us

Instead of lashing out we let the music do it for us

Ignore so you starting to catch me

Whether or not my art reflects me

Yous pretending they pinning

Whether they win they start to sketch me

Even you worked hard on the garbage and suffer narcolepsy

Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be

Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me

Nothing ever changed

I’m the same old me

If you don’t feel the same then shame on me

Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be

Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me

Nothing ever changed

I’m the same old me

If you don’t feel the same then shame on me

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Then I could love him

Oh I can love him

Yes I could

Sure as can be

Sure as can be