Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw Thoughts, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Wednesday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
Raw Thoughts |
Yeah, Webby |
Let me talk a little shit man |
(You talking shit man?) |
Ahem |
Bitch, you done released the Kraken |
I’m up on Mount Olympus while I’m rappin' |
So when the lightning strikes, the waters churning, thunders crashin' |
And them twisters touchin' down like that movie with Bill Paxton |
It’s me up in my studio, that’s what’s makin' it happen |
Never doubt me, got a suit of armor big as Gronkowski |
And a sword that’s even bigger killin' everyone around me |
Swingin' like Tasmanian Devil until I’m drowsy |
Then I pop another addy and blast off like Robert Downey |
Like Ironman, the kind of man that knows no one can beat me |
The kind of man that’s destined to be king, just ask Rafiki |
The kind of man to step into the ring just like Rikishi |
And make you kiss my ass on broadcast national TV |
Lay the smackdown on all these wack clowns in the circus |
That use to be referred to as the fuckin' rap circuit |
I’ll rap circles around these cats without scratchin' the surface |
And make these mumble rappers step back and start actin' nervous |
And if they aren’t nervous then they don’t know what I’m sayin' |
Maybe they can’t understand it with that first grade education |
Maybe they too fuckin' high off cough suppressant medication |
As they wearin' skirts with a matchin' purse while they puttin' braids in |
But that shit is just a fad and see I’m here to help to phase ‘em |
All the fuckin' way out so real rappers can replace ‘em |
I’ll take this shit upon myself, the fans deserve better |
Than some kid who lacks intelligence and puts in zero effort |
I mean this shit is a job right? |
And see these kids ain’t even tryin' son |
If you ran a business and they worked for you, you would fire them |
So why you praisin' them for half assin' the shit you listen to |
Not dissin' you, I’m just asking what the fuck has gotten into you? |
See you’re the consumer, and it’s your choice on what you pickin' to |
Put up in your Spotify and spend your time siftin' through |
And you’re just givin' bread to somebody who’s way more rich than you |
Who can barely put together an english sentence in an interview |
See I’m a hooligan who be truly losin' his cool again |
Who’s here to use his voice to bring the truth 'til I get through to them |
They feed us fake news again, nobody wanna listen |
It’s no fault of ours, me? |
See I blame the politicians |
Fuck Donald, fuck Ivanka, nah for real I’ll fuck her brains out |
Got her riding me up in the oval on the same couch |
Billy Clinton scrubbed the cushions tryin' wipe the stains out |
'Cause Monica just couldn’t swallow what was in her dang mouth |
I’m fuckin' wildin', fuckin' while I’m on that shit again |
Slappin' Rex Tillerson for tryin' to let them drill again |
Light his oil money on fire, like every bill and then they’ll put me on a list |
'Cause see you know them bitches listening |
And Jeff Sessions you can suck a dick until your throat hurts |
You old smurf, you tryin' take my weed, never gon' work |
I’ll be lightin' up a doobie out on your turf |
And Kid Rock, you ain’t been cool since Joe Dirt |
I’m out on Scott Pruitt’s property, frackin' it |
And build a pipeline through his wooden kitchen cabinets |
These scummy politicians, yo I’ve had it bitch |
I’m a take a knee with Colin Kaepernick, yellin' fuck the establishment |
And Ted Cruz, your face puts me in a shitty mood |
There’s so much bitch in you that you probably have a clit and boobs (uh, |
you’re a bitch) |
And Marko Rubio, you’re soft as fuck |
And Ben Carson, yo, can someone wake Ben Carson up? |
Fuck these Nazi’s and the white nationalists |
I’ll grab that Costco tiki torch and fuckin' smack you with it |
Over and over 'til your skull fragments are crackin' and shit |
While the cops give them a slap on the wrist, for real though |
But yo Hillary, really? |
You think that I wouldn’t mention you? |
Just 'cause I tend to be liberal with all my general views (you're a cunt) |
But you’re an evil lady, say it 'cause I got to |
I’m down to have a woman President, just not you! |
You Claire Underwood-ass bitch, you wicked witch |
Lyin' through your fuckin' teeth every single chance that you get (bitch!) |
I’m a slap her so hard that she’ll be leavin' in a gurney |
While I’m yellin' out, «Long live Bernie!» |
Now if that segment just offended you, then please relax |
We’re all on the same side, it ain’t about white or black |
It’s about the one percenters versus everybody else |
Us against the politicians who only helpin' themselves |
Yo, fuck it, I guess I’m just a rapper, what do I know man? |
About the world, how it turns and who’s behind those plans |
But still I’m all up in this bitch just like a gyno’s hands |
And while I’m here, I’m a take a stand |
Raw thoughts |
Fuck everybody, man. |
As much as I joke around about things, ya know, |
that shit is dead serious. |
Fuck where this country is headed, ya know? |
Who did I not mention? |
Oh yeah, Mike Pence, see I forgot to slay you |
But really? |
God hates you |
Along with every gay dude and lesbian, it’s very evident (I hate you) |
That you’re a scum suckin' bitch Vice President (suck a dick) |
Who else?, Oh Paul Ryan, shit I hope you go rock climbin' |
And your hand slips and you lose grip |
And you fall divin' on to a bunch of fuckin' dicks |
You fuckin' bitch, I hope your health insurance doesn’t cover it |
Who else? |
I’ll crack a Koch brother like I crack a coke can |
Cremate a Koch brotha then I’ll snort ‘em out my hands |
What bitch? |
Raw thoughts |
These are my raw thoughts motherfucker |
This message has been bought, paid for and forced upon you |
By George Soros and the Fake News Networks of America |
Raw thoughts motherfucker |