[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 fucking nightmare
And I feel paranoid like everybody's fucking 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 mornin'
It's the dawn of the dead, call up the feds, better warn 'em
Webby's on the motherfucking loose, take caution
So, why you startin' me?
The fuckin' Lincoln Memorial ain't even as hard as me
Or 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 fuckin' skeleton cracked
All that, bitch I go Kenan & Kel on a track
So, you can picture me on top and then develop the facts
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Verse 2: Apathy]
I got raps ricocheted in my brain like a pinball
The force from the impact, they pack could spin yâall
In circles in the air with the slow-mo pose
APâs known to snatch souls like wizards and crows
Fuck bitches and hoes, yâall 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 visitorâs clothes
Escape artist, the rawest, my mixtapeâs 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
Iâm sharp as a box cutter, better start flinchinâ
Put spikes through your head until you look like Bart Simpson
No concealed weapon, let these mothafuckas know the deal
AP stands large, wreckin' cities like Cloverfield
A monster
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Rippinâ mics, spittinâ nice
Iâm a monster, came from a vision of Vincent Price
Iâm just livin' life, grab a knife, start committin' seppuku
Clever view, with my language now Iâm makin' revenue
I was bred to hunt like an Irish Setter do
So if you think youâre ahead, then Iâmma sever you
A lot of the hills in front of me, so Iâma pedal through
Until Iâm in your TV, like the letter U
Alphabetical menace, when I get in a sentence
So, if you step youâll be the next to regret it
Punch-line killer, leave you shredded like lettuce
Then Iâll dip with your chick and get her wetter than Venice
CTâs on lock, try and break this flow
2-0-3âs mine, APâs got the 8-6-0
Now, Connecticutâs together like never before
We got the guillotine ready, leave your head on the floor
Bitch !
[Hook: Repeat x2]
[Outro]
- :
- Websters Laboratory 2
- The Checkup
- Chemically Imbalanced
- Homegrown (EP)
- Bars On Me
- There Goes the Neighborhood (EP)
- The Under Classmen
- Optimus Rhyme Mixtape
- Teenage Mutant Ninja Rapper
- The White Noise
- Best In The Burbs (Mixtape)
- Chemically Imbalanced (Special Edition)
- Chemically Imbalanced (Special Expanded Edition)
- Compilation
- F*ck Off
- A3C Vol. 4
- Live It Up
- A3C Volume 4
- Live It Up - Single
- Homegrown