Lyrics Wednesday After Next - Chris Webby

Wednesday After Next

Finally, someone let me out of my cage
To flip the fuck out, acquire all this power and rage
While I been channeling my energy and counting the days
Then I will pull the fuckin pin on like a thousand Grenades
And blow up
Tear apart these fuckin haters and critics
Debators and cynics, and anyone who’d say I’m a gimmick
Dump gasoline on what’s left of em on the pavement and lit it
And then I go and fuck their mothers just to say that I did it
A fuckin savage, fully rabid, my fur matted
While foaming at the mouth lookin for something to attack it
Such a dirty mouth I’m even cussing in my ad-libs (you fucking pussy!)
So good luck with censoring that shit
On so many drugs they’ll never cleanse me of the toxins
Still there ain’t a thing that you could tell me when I’m rockin
I hear the people talking saying Webby is a problem
My ears to the street like the belly of a dachshund
So, I know they recognize the comeback kid
Admire all the tireless work and stuff I did
I stayed hungry til my fuckin stomach touched my ribs
And never gave up, so tell em who the fuck I is
(It's Chris Webby) half brain-dead but still deadly
My Bic’s ready, lighting that fire and twist head-ease
In that jet black Chevy Ima pass em by a lap
Fuck your endgame, there ain’t no coming back when Ima snap
Pullin Tony Stark’s chest piece out
Convince the hulk to let the beast out, and have a fair fight, and knock his
teeth out
Rip the winter soldier’s arm right from his friggin shoulder, then I beat Steve
Rogers with it til he’s in a coma
Listen, even Peter Parker isn’t messing with Webb
He saw me beat Thor with his own hammer and sever his head
Sneaking up on Doctor strange while he’s meditating
Then ill kick him so hard in the chakra that his neck is breaking
Tape open Hawkeye’s eyelids, expose his iris
To sunshine and ultra-violets til he’s fully fuckin blinded
Hitting Ant-man and the Wasp with the RAID spray
And turn Rocket to a Davey Crocket hat the same day
I’ll do Thanos like Pussy from Sopranos aiming and shot him
And put bricks in his body bag just so he sank to the bottom
Webb’s a dangerous problem, ain’t no way you can stop him
Me so crazy they watching and try to take em and lock em
In the deepest hole they could find, but I cannot be controlled or confined
I’m set to blow at any moment in time
See I got no major label to be controlling my rhymes
I say what the fuck I want, when I want, know that I’m
Really often evil, I’m just awkward people
Shit I need a bottle of liquor just to talk to people
But when I rap shit I’m sicker with it than all these people
Fucking slaughter people, draw and quarter people, every bar is lethal
Mortal Kombat, striking as stealthy as bobcats
Smokin' bomb grass, seven states away you’ll catch a contact
Killin every city that I stop at
With a set longer than a Joe Rogan experience podcast
Antisocial mogul staying in my house mostly
I’m cozy, but snap in a second so don’t approach me
Roast me?
you know that ain’t likely if you know me
Things will go down hill for you quicker than Jonny Moseley
Newest OG, in a game of fakes
Who know nothin bout the struggle, bein' faced with hate
Or working for a fuckin decade just to claim your place
But I’ll wipe out, destroy, and erase these snakes
They tryna slither in game, I won’t give em a chance
Ill cut every fuckin branch off these industry plants
Take they watch, and they chains, and they friggin advance
Slap em in the face tats til they pissin they pants
Yeah I rose from sediment, dirt stains on my clothes are evidence
Underground monster like dinosaur bone Remnants
Evil rap nemesis, higher than riding Pegasus and got my foes evacuating like
Chernobyl residents
Highest verbal caliber, harder body than Graveler
With the heart of a lion in my cardiovascular
I don’t catch a body on the mic, I catch a massacre
Cause it’s Wednesday After Next, mark your calendar