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Chris Webby - Stranger Lyrics

Stranger Song Lyrics
Stranger by Chris Webby (Evil Laughs)

I'm a Super Villian where the f**ks Kick ass?
One kick to the chest will give em whiplash
Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up
Twist a Bamboo, cuz bein sober sucks
I'm the dopest young buck with this rap sh*t
Crazy motha f**ker in need of a strait jacket
Rap it, grab the track and face bash it
Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket
Ha, cuz you know I leave em hurt son
On the Grassy Knoll. sniper rifle nerf gun
You aint ready for the crazy sh*t that Chris will pull
f**kin despicable, leavin every hater miserable
Kicked back, so come on and distract
I hit em so hard they can't help it but sit back
I spit raps amazing
They flip the f**k out like Liam Neeson
When his daughter was kidnapped and taken

(Chorus)
I'm mentally insane
On more cocaine than Rick James
Chuggin doober while I be drivin and switch lanes
This kids brains suffer psychosis
Runnin into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roast clip
The dope sh*t, that roll, and smoke sh*t
Hotter then bein on the equator with a code zip
Get your boat flipped
I leave em capsized
They smell the chronic in the air when I pass by
I give em bad vibes
But you know I flow butter
DC, Boston the stone cold stoner
I took a shovel out and I buried The Undertaker
Drop the scissors and attack rocks with paper
Lord Vader mixed with a little Darth Maul
Pedal to the medal til the f**kin car stalls
Adderall, Ritalin, LSD
I'm meet you up in Webby's world
Yo, Follow me!

(Chorus)

I always got one eye open like a coked up Cyclops
No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops
Kill a beat when I grab the mic, watch
Connect more dots than a bag of dice got
The Raps I drop get flipped like IHOP
Throw more kicks the nukes I bought cuz I rock
Make time stop like the Prince of Persia
Wanted in 47 states lyrical murder
So believe the sh*t, I plead the fifth
After a four speed of bulimic chicks Swedish fish
I'm an evil prick
With some diesel pits
Slaughter any competition that I'm beefin' with
Beatin Chris? Nah, not likely
I whoop my own ass with a tire iron now come fight me
Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin
Givin Satan himself this free promotion
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeahhh