Chris Webby Buddaflie Lyrics

Ye, ye, ye, ye, yea.
Woo, let's go!

Come my lady,
Come come my lady.
I am the [?],
You can't trade me.
Hate me or love me I spit greatly.
f*ckin up the track,
My town is crazy.

I'll be back on the beat,
Back like the red seat
Reclined and now I'm puttin up my feet.
Heat
Is what I produce like rub and flint.
Punches gottcha seeing two like double mint.

I'm just trying to cop a dub
And split a dutch open.
Fill it with that Mary Jane
And start smokin'.
Rollin' that shit up and get blasted,
Smellin' so good in a bag
It's orgasmic.

Drop rhythms,
Pop pills till I'm trippin'
So high that my feet are liften off the ground like a magician.
Since I started flippin'
I just never stopped spittin'.
Now I am a brain surgeon on these pediatricians.

Stay whippin', 2 blunts down
And stay twistin'.
Keep my people closer than fingers in a mitten.
Verbal ammunition and you know I'm never missin'.
More fly than, Dancer, Cupid, Donnor and Blitzin.

I am Christian,
Last name is Webster.
Tear down the rap game
Insane and clever.
Buzzed off the cocaine,
Untamed as ever.
Come down harder than rain,
Spit flames for pleasure.

The X I got won't find you treasure,
It'll leave you rollin so hard
You'll leave in a stretcher.
Better than all these clowns,
Shit I'm blastin off,
I am the next, better Asher Roth. With an unheard flow
I'm original,
CT Criminal,
Any opposition?
Minimal.
Get up in your face,
Not a message is subliminal.
Battle with me,
Is simply not winnable.

I am the pinical of white raps
Since I started to write tracks
Blowing up knuckles
And fight back.
I like that.
I might blast off to the moon,
Smokin piff for a night,
Capped off dogs, so light that.

Puff puff pass till you fall on your ass.
Quicker than silver
And more fast than the flash.
I'm a go kill em with my flow
While their ready to go.

So bro, you know you can't rap with me.
Your about as hard as a virgin dackquory.
Spit some shit,
Swear to god I was black, yah see.
But I'm a white boy outta the academy.

I master beats,
Who could spit it after me.
So if your looking for the best bitch
Ask for me.
I'm a youngster,
The next rap from the rug like bow wow
If he was white and on drugs.

And if his tracks didn't suck,
But they does
So I'm a be a whole lot better than he was.
I'm buzzed,
You'll now that hes bad,
Like Amy Winehouse before the rehab.

Poppin' 3 tabs
I'm made like (dog jeckle?).
Bump up the base line
And you know I rock treble.
Number one hip hop rebel.
You know what I meant,
Illest MC of European decent.

Holla, I'm Nice, I'm Nice, oh, whoa whoa, let's go.