Lyrics Best In The Burbs - Chris Webby

Best In The Burbs

I’m rollin' safe and sound
Easy as a blaze a pound
Put my middle fingers in the air
And never take it down
Writing raps for me is easy
I just play around
Hit em with these crazy adverbs and outrageous nouns
And still no labels found me and fuckin signed me yet
And though I grow impatient
I know my time is next
I’m a big dog, y’all are tiny pets
I’m an autobot, I got it tatted on my chest
Optimus Primes my motherfuckin bodyguard
So I hit em with these you can never stop me bars
I’m at the sake bar
Gettin blacked out
Till I wake up on the sidewalk passed out
The judge is tellin me this is my last chance
So I gotta stay grinding like a lap dance
Got bitches bendin over like they got a back cramp
Insert below the lower back tat, damn
I’m why your girlfriend lacks pants, huh
Steady, work her out like it’s fat camp
Uh, yo, somebody grab a trash can
Shit, at least somewhere to ash man
I gotta dutch lit, rappin with soul
Leave you with a fat lip like you’re packin some skoal
Cause I do it for the Franklins
I’m a blue whale and the games full of plankton
I’m a vet, a top threat
Known to rock sets
Tear it the fuck down for DJ Booth.net
Yes I’m ballin truly so y’all should shoot me
You can see me on that online call of duty
Smack booty, I’m rude and intrusive, hardly lucid
Hittin DJ Booth with that exclusive
I need no excuses
I spit that crack
Play fetch with the disc jockey bring that shit back
They said Asher’s the best in the burbs
Well at least that’s what they said
And that’s for one reason
Cause they ain’t heard Web
I make a mean song, plus I kick it from the head
Always buzzin off the ADD meds, HEMPSTEAD!
To CT you know I make the best studda
No Will Ferrel but you better step brudda
Ha, that’s why your girl’s ass bare
I hit it, and didn’t pay for the cab fare
Now relax there, don’t get pissed off
I’m the survivor on my island, and you been kicked off
Think this kid’s soft?
R.O.F.L
I got the look, got the swag, and a flow that sells
My reputation so excels so just stop
I do more then watch for sex, drugs, and rock
I’m silly and such, fillin a dutch
Battlin dudes who simply suck
Then go fuck Hillary Duff
Tryin to rap it with my dick in the butt
And spit fire, so I’m sorry Lizzie McGuire
See, I’m rappin past the throttle
I’ll crack a bottle
So you better get the fuckin picture like a graphic novel
I got your little bastard boggled
You couldn’t fuck with me even if we spittin at a brothel
Cause I be killin em like Hostile
Murderous with words
That’s why they sayin Webby is the best up in the burbs