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Mgmt - Contradictory To Grown Ups Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah! It's Chris Webby
Up in Webster's Laboratory right now, you know
Just cooking some shit up!
As I said, bars for days, of course, ha, yah
Let's go, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang, yo
But it’s Webby and I still be Off The Chain, so
I’ll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros
Stacking YouTube hits like a double rainbow
So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel (yeah)
Tryna stay on course like a boat's keel (yeah)
They wanna know how I be killin’ it with no deal
And got the game mapped out, Michael Scofield
No prison break, get up here and renovate
Every venue that I’m hittin’ up in every state (yeah)
Twist a zig-zag then I levitate
Webby been bad, Professor Snape (ha)
I’m like Manny Pacquiao times four (four)
Hyping up the crowd when I’m out on tour
I need a dollar like I told you before
So I could cop an Arnold Palmer when I’m hittin’ the store (yeah. baby)
Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin’ bud
I think I’m still rollin’, Team Pup N’ Suds (ha ha)
Now I’m going big time and I’m lovin’ this (this)
When I step in, dudes better cuff your chick (chick)
I don’t speak game (game), I say a couple words (words)
Next thing you know we’re both under the comforter
In the comfort of my hotel suite
Having sloppy drunk sex and forget 'em by next week
I’m a beast (woo!), reppin’ Connecticut like a husky
CT swag, everybody here loves me
Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty (nah)
Running shit like Nucky, trust me (trust me)
Name buzzin’ all over the fuckin’ country
Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me (yeah)
So just feed me beats, I got the munchies
Nothing better than an instrumental when I’m hungry (yeah)
The illest thing that ever hit pro tools
I’m 1-51, they just O'Doules (heh)
Live by no rules, no one’s stoppin’ me
They say Webby rocks, geology (yeah)
Even haters gotta bump my shit
So what, thanks for the YouTube hits, you dumb bitch (dumb bitch)
Put me in the mix, I’ma be the last spittin’
I’m a tiger, y’all domesticated cat, kitten (meow)
You’ll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin’
It’s a fact, listen, I’ll be on a track rippin’ (yeah)
Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with ‘em (ha ha ha)
And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libbing (what)
Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms
Webby’s the deadliest catch, I’m goin’ crab fishin’ (bitch)
Teachin’ hip-hop 101, so take notes
Bring it back, mu'fucker, I’m done (I'm done)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, Webby
Murdering shit, that's what I do, you know, ha ha
Yeah, Webby's laugh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, uh, uh, yeah