| Welcome, welcome! |
| All you ninjas!
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| Come on in and make some room
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| Move on over, now!
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| Go — watch out for the baby head!
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| The baby… You about to head the baby in the head.
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| Why you gotta take up both seats?
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| Just move on over!
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| Lets start the show
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| We have a special guest tonight… He goes by the name of Chris Webby
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| Now, this you man, hails from Connecticut
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| After six mixtapes
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| After half a million dollars
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| After 20 million YouTube views
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| Countless sold out shows
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| And many a satisfied fan!
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| All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your… Chris Webby
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| You see I’m buzzin' now
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| Shovel in hand I dug from the underground
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| Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds
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| They used to run they mouth
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| Shit, they Daffy Duckin' now!
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| Came out spittin'
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| First photo shoot was my ultrasound
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| Throwin' up my middle fingers in my Mother’s uterus
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| Spittin' fire off of the top
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| Mount Vesuvius
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| Always caught disturbing the peace
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| They said I was Ludacris
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| Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, b*tch
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| Smart guy like Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies
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| On the run for killing beats 'till the f*ckin' cops found me
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| On the loose again
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| Apple juice and gin
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| Out manouverin' my enemies
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| Leave 'em with sutures in
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| Cut 'em up
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| Cause my flow is sharper than Excalibur
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| Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to these challengers
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| Gladiator in the flesh
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| Swinging for your f*cking neck
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| Slicing up these beats
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| While you b*tches can even cut a check
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| Up next, final stop, success, like,
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| Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, hold on…
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| You gots to teach these boys how to rap.
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| Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap. |
| It’s wack
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| You got to show them the multi-syllable schemes
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| You got to show them the air-tight flow
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| You got to show them, them punchlines
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| Now get on in there and do your thing, son!
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| Everything I do, I do it with heart
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| Werewolf with a full moon in the dark
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| Tear a f*cking human apart
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| I’m stupidly smart
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| Started on the east
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| But my music made a westward expansion something like Lewis and Clark
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| Climbing up the musical charts
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| And me falling off?
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| That’s like Bullseye from Daredevil losing at darts
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| I’m just a crazy motherf*cker
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| Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherf*cker
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| I’m lyrically inclined
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| Put my spirit in my rhymes
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| Veins pumpin' hip-hop
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| You can hear it in my lines
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| Rollin' with a bunch of goons
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| Everyday we grindin' on
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| And we All Spark
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| You can catch me up on Cybertron
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| I am on everything
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| Bad Meets Evil-er
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| That’s just how the cookie crumbles
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| Motherf*cking Keebler!
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| Mark my teachers words
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| They told me that I should be mature
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| But now that my pockets beefed up
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| I’m never going vegan, sir
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| Grindin' 'till the f*ckin' day I stop breathing
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| Word |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Church (Intro) , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album There Goes The Neighborhood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп