Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hump Day, artist - Chris Webby. Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hump Day |
| Yeah |
| You know, some of the motherfuckers out here acting like I don’t still got bars |
| Like this isn’t exactly what the fuck I do! |
| Heh… stupid motherfuckers, yeah |
| My DNA litty, frame skinny and brain witty |
| With weed in my jeans, my mom’s a straight hippie |
| Keep a tight circle of those that bring with me |
| Rocking Timberland boots and we bang Biggie |
| You dig me? |
| Pulling up while puffing the sticky |
| With a bird, like I got some Snuffleupagus in me |
| Getting faded every single time I come to your city |
| I’ll be up at the local bar like Always Sunny in Philly |
| Keep it a hundred and fifty |
| No lil dicky, bitch I’m medium sized |
| Doing whatever is needed for my piece of the pie |
| Jacked up on so many damn amphetamines that I believe I can fly |
| Brain and Pinky with the scheme I devised |
| Diso-bidient mind, making G’s on the grind |
| Webby make your head nod, put your seat in recline |
| With that throwback steeze |
| Like somebody learned to freeze it in time |
| Prince of Persia with the meanest of rhymes |
| (An emcee in his prime, you feel me?) |
| What you see though? |
| The great Bambino |
| Knock it out the park with unadulterated primo |
| Marlo Stanfield got that work for the fiends |
| And I’m rackin' up streams, makin' Spotify see notes |
| My fam is so Italian my uncle was Vito, Corleone |
| Shit you could ask my cousin Pacino, I Pesci up casino |
| We toast a cup of the vino |
| Cuz see us skinnies go back like Barney Rubble and Dino |
| (yeah I mean yo, yo) |
| You don’t really wanna see these lyrics in action |
| They only talk about me quiet cuz they fear my reaction |
| And on the mic, actual fire appears when I’m rappin' |
| It’s no coincidence I was born in the year of the dragon |
| 1988 see, I’m a veteran millennial |
| With ADHD, and the heaviest of medical |
| Respect me as the general or I’m crackin' your skeletal |
| Then smash your ventricles with the force of the Kraken’s tentacles |
| (I hope you’re flexible) |
| Been doubted by every board and panel |
| And record executive taste-maker and blog writer who saw my channel |
| So now I put 'em on blast, I’m on that Stormy Daniels Roman candle |
| I’m that firecracker flyin' off the handle |
| Tony Soprano, boss of the bosses |
| Climbin' up that ladder 'til I got the corner office |
| Stackin' orders, fatten wallets |
| Take my piece and then I give a chunk to some environmental causes |
| (And save the dolphins) |
| They think I’m illustrated rockin' a tank top |
| Tats lookin' like I’m gettin' sponsored by Gamestop |
| Super Mario, I keep that fireball flame hot |
| Sewer drain hop from Peach Castle to Bangkok |
| (Let the bass knock) |
| It’s too grimy to fight it |
| Got 'em sweatin' from the second that my fire’s ignited |
| And I’ll still be showin' up even if I ain’t invited |
| Shit you gon' have to drag me out like I was flyin' United |
| (Get the fuck off me!) |
| 'Cause I’m that legend of the hidden temple |
| I spit it mental on an instrumental |
| Do it for the culture, fuck if imma win a medal |
| That or get a grammy, imma never find that shit essential |
| I’m just here to watch these rappers sweatin' when I grip a pencil |
| I’m influential as I’m servin' rap caviar, you know |
| Havin' bars, spittin' flows, fuckin' rappin' hard |
| And Lil Xan looks like a lesbian muppet |
| But since I’m cuttin' back on drugs imma only give him half a bar |
| (2Pac is not boring!) |
| XXL just keeps makin' lists |
| Whether freshmen or otherwise, I ain’t been on shit |
| I been waitin' for a lot of years to say this, so here we go, uh |
| Double XL, suck my dick |
| God damn that felt good, I just had to mention it |
| I know that written print is in decline, they ain’t sellin' shit |
| And now they’re barely graspin' onto any shred of relevance |
| But, their fall from grace is somethin' I would love to help 'em with |
| (This shit is effortless) |
| I never let 'em take my passion from me |
| Even here and now when finally I’m stackin' money |
| 'Cause it’s still the same Webby, I ain’t actin' funny |
| I’m still out here writin' chapters in how to rap for dummies |
| 'Cause I’m back to talk shit about the whole damn globe, bitch |
| Put 'em in the Conan choke grip |
| If you can’t see that I’m the truth then imma change y’all focus |
| It’s Wednesday, so put the whole game on notice, bitch |
| Yeah, I’m back |
| If I don’t get 'em this week, or the week after that |
| Or the week after that one, I promise you |
| One of these motherfuckin' Wednesdays, they gon' learn |
| They gon' learn! |