Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inappropriate (Freeverse), artist - Chris Webby.
Date of issue: 27.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Inappropriate (Freeverse) |
Yeah, so it’s 2021 huh? |
Let’s see if I still got it |
They be yelling out, «Webby's here» |
Yeah I’m back, just like every year |
Pour the Belvedere and cheers |
I’m 'bout to get in gear |
Mmm, that ain’t strong enough go and get my Everclear |
Put my feet up on the dash and let the devil steer |
Someone bring the drugs out, you can go and set them here |
Just give me a second you know until my head is clear |
Do not attempt this at home you heard me? |
Great, now where were we |
I’m cold as a McFlurry |
More stripes than Bill Murray |
Rockin' a Knicks jersey |
Hit a three and dip early |
Speaking so wordy they know that I’m sick, surely |
My sword’s sharp, best bring the shield like Nick Fury |
I’m Ragnar with the axe and I’m slashing them into fragments |
Attacking them with a passion they flabbergasted and gaspin' |
On fire like Rapidash so they grabbed a latch on the wagon |
But at best, you’re a fucking book of matches, I’m a dragon |
I mean, if you step into my ring you’ll get a violent throttle |
Break your spinal column have you walking with some kind of waddle |
My design is hostile |
So if you step I’ll grab your head and take the face off it like an Aunt Jemima |
bottle |
Huh, yeah I know I’m inappropriate |
But still I keep them coming back think I’m slinging opiates |
Holy shit, Webby the dopest flow and you know this shit |
Me and JP in the stu, we Shaq and Kobe it |
Often felonious, with criminal associates |
Only thing I would suggest is not to go with this |
I’m a rap god just ask your local theologist |
Webby cold like the war with the Soviets |
I’m a hip-hopper and multiple pill popper |
So much in the bag you would think I’m a real doctor |
To refine talent in a world of TikTokers |
Fake lip Onlyfans chicks with big knockers |
What the fuck happened? |
Where’s the damn talent? |
Why are all these rappers doing a dance challenge? |
Why these chick’s ass so big they off balance? |
Why do y’all follow this shit, that’s all I’m asking? |
Jeez, in my day this shit would’ve never sold |
Fuck, guess I ain’t a spring chicken no more |
Guess the world don’t look the same from where I’m sittin' no more |
Everyone gettin' offended, blocked, and unfriended |
Playing into stories like the media intended |
The truth getting blurred and blended, unrendered |
Cancel careers, torn down and ended |
People always so up in they feelings I’ve tried |
To talk sense to 'em but they just get triggered and cry |
While these sheep killing my vibe, for sitting outside |
Without a mask on like that’s why they really gonna die |
Listen bitch, can’t you see I’m like fifty feet away |
Trying to smoke a cigarette |
Where should I go? |
Lead the way |
Give a fuck either way |
Don’t be coming in my space |
You don’t wanna get my germs then get the fuck up out my face |
Yeah, I’m known to take shots give a fuck if you’re way far |
My Picatinny rail’s got a scope with a laser |
The second amendment support and loading my AR |
And *baow* blow your ass right off of the radar |
My day starts with eating rappers for breakfast |
I’m back with a vengeance |
Time to snap them back to they senses |
I’m back on the fields so get to heading back to the benches |
Or I’ma catch a couple bodies they can add to my sentence |
Don’t wanna try it man |
I’ll kick you right up in your diaphragm |
Punches all connect like the circles in Venn diagrams |
Fly as Ironman |
The moves I make shit y’all only see the half like Fetty Wap in an eye exam |
My title stands if you get at me |
My raw thoughts going sick on my enemies |
I be tripping zoned out on some LSD |
Selling dick pics for bitcoin as NFTs |
Jeez, and now I’m back to take it undomesticated |
Uncontrollable, unruly, and unvaccinated |
And when they telling me I can’t say that |
I’ll tell them suck a dick, bitch, Webby Wednesday’s back |
Aye yo, Nox, turn that mic up man I gotta talk to these people let them know |
something real serious |
Webby Wednesday’s back and I ain’t fucking around this year either |
This is not fucking game. |
Y’all ready for a show? |
Then let’s go |