Blunt Ride Cypher

It's Chris Webby, getting high as f**k right now

I'm hella sick, and no one knows what I'm infected with

So hi it's nice to meet you

I'm the guy your girl been texting with

Evil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady s**t

That's potent as the poison in a f*****g box jellyfish

In a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowship

Legolas and Aragorn cruising through Connecticut

Leave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicks

Throw around bread, I'm on my Hansel and Gretel s**t

A psychopath on a path of destruction

Popping Xanax til I'm seeing black

I better pass the Dutch Master I'm puffing

The first up the the mic but the last to the function

Stumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for sucking

East Coast, we don't borrow your swagger for nothing

We'd rather start a battle instead of start a discussion

So pass it back to me, cousin

S**t I'm so nice I could spit this s**t right here backwards in Russian

No sound like the one I got

They can hear it anytime I rock

Cause all I got's my balls and my word

And this baggie full of herb

And I'm coming for that #1 spot

I've always been a loose cannon

They say I rolled off of a pirate ship

High as s**t, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes'll get

I'm out in Sochi, 720 to a flying split

And land all up in that v****a b***h, huh

See I be showing them what I can do with this s**t

Yo what you think I was new to this s**t?

Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seat

Giving head to me while I maneuver the whip

Vroom, rhyme book staying f*****g full

Chemically Imbalanced, and fully f*****g disfunctional