Chris Webby - Monster Lyrics

[Intro: Apathy]
It's to the point where I don't even wanna close my eyes anymore
I black out and wake up with blood on me and shit
Everything feels like a f*cking nightmare
And I feel paranoid like everybody's f*cking with me
So, I just attack everything, all the time
You hear people say that they hear voices inside of their head, telling them to do shit?
I think I am that voice that they hear...

[Hook: Repeat x2]
Fear what they don't understand, became a monster (Yeah!)
What they do is can't...conquer (Webby!)
Monster...I was destined to come (Uhh)
Became a monster...Second to none

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I got more wordplay than a chess set on top of a thesaurus
More trees than a forest, I roll it up and torch it
Brain is so contorted, that I need to be deported
To the nearest insane asylum when I wake up in the morning
It's the dawn of the dead, call up the feds, better warn 'em
Webby's on the motherf*cking loose, take caution
So, why you startin' me?
The f*cking Lincoln Memorial ain't even as hard as me
And the dudes that I brought with me
And my temper be quicker than Jimmy Darmody
With half a pharmacy flowing through each one of my arteries
Me and AP, that Connecticut rap
You'll be lucky if you leavin' and your head is attached
Murder beats, so I hope your instrumental is strapped
Cause if it's not, it'll gets its f*ckin' skeleton cracked
All that, bitch I go Keenan & Kel on a track
So, you can picture me on top and then develop the facts (Ha!)

[Hook: Repeat x2]

[Verse 2: Apathy]
I got raps ricocheting in my brain like a pinball
The force from the impact, they pack could spin y'all
In circles in the air with the slow-mo pose
AP's known to snatch souls like wizards and crows
F*ck bitches and hoes, y'all are midgets and trolls
I see visions like prophecies written in scrolls
Your whole shit is exposed, due a bid to my foes
So switch roles, flee prison in the visitor's clothes
Escape artist, the rawest, my mixtape's the hardest
I harness the power of hollow-points in a cartridge
Cartin' off body parts in a Wal-Mart cart
The werewolf after dark. Half-man, half-shark
I'm sharp as a box cutter, better start flinchin'
Put spikes through your head until you look like Bart Simpson
No concealed weapon, let these motherf*ckas know the deal
AP stands large, wrecking cities like Cloverfield
A monster

[Hook: Repeat x2]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
(Yeah!) (Uhh)
Rippin' mics, spittin' nice
I'm a monster, came from a vision of enterprise
I'm just living life, grab a knife, start committing seppuku
Clever view of my language, now I'm making revenue
I was bred to hunt like an Irish Setter do
So, if you think you're ahead then I'mma sever you
A lot of the hills in front of me, so I'mma pedal through
Until I'm in your TV, like the letter U
Alphabetical menace, when I get in a sentence
So, if you step you'll be the next to regret it
Punch-line killa, leave you shredded like lettuce
Then I'll dip with your chick and get her wetted in Venice
CT's on lock, try and break this flow
2-0-3's mine, AP's got the 8-6-0
Now, Connecticut's together like never before
We got the guillotine ready, leave your head on the floor (Bitch!)

[Hook: Repeat x2]

[Outro]