Raw Thoughts II

Yeah, Webby

Here we are my friends

It's time for me to lift my mighty pen

These rhyme schemes leave crime scenes

And it's that time again

Welcome to the Colosseum, go and take a seat

'Cause I'm that gladiator that you all been waitin' to see (Yah)

See I got the taste for blood and now I'm back for more

Webby call 'em out just like a rap on Michael Rapaport

And if society don't handle 'em I'll be the last report

Verbal execution and my bars commit an act of war (Yah)

And if you give me ammunition then you will not be forgiven (Nope)

Hear me Harvey Weinstein, there will be no omission (Ow!)

On the statements that I make while I'm sunning you from a distance (Yeah)

Or times that you've masturbated infront of your assistants (Disgusting)

All that fucking power so you used it and abused it

Shit, your homie Bill Clinton probably taught you how to do it (Yo)

I'm ruthless, Harvey, get to steppin' back!

You look like the cockroach wearing human skin in Men in Black

Killing peoples what I got a voice for (Rah!)

Ever since Roy Moore was looking for love in toy stores

I've been on it (On it)

And baby we just startin' off

It's Chris Webby here you know I got the raw stars (Raw stars)

Bill O'Reilly says he's sorry but really none of us buy it (Nope)

You can't pay me off like all of those women to keep me quiet (Ahah)

Who cares if he denies it, I'll still come for him

'Cause gettin' fired just wasn't enough for him

So now I gotta fuck with him!

I'll teach that old prick to treat women with respect

When I jam a pair of stainless steel scissors in his neck

You're the opposite of the reason that chicks are gettin' wet

You're over 60 with a forehead so big it could reflect the sun's rays

And provide solar power to a country

You're old, gross, and crusty, outdated and rusty

Out of shape and husky

You know how to tell when Bill O'Reilly's near?

When you hear a woman scream "Don't touch me!" (Don't touch me)

And now George Bush is grabbin' women's asses

I'll take that wheelchair and push him right infront of traffic

And fuck your whole corrupt, elite family tree

Shall we go let all these Americans see?

Uh, what you gonna do, W?

Start a war with me?

Lick your lips a bunch of times and give a poorly worded speech?

Shit, I'll knock off Jed's glasses and stomp 'em under my feet

Find your cousin' Billy and I'll grab him by the pussy!

Yeah I hit so hard I leave a damn crater (Damn crater)

Shit I just cut through all them Bushes like a landscape (Like a landscape)

I'm who the fans favour (Yeah)

I'll have R. Kelly piss on 'em

And then proceed to towel 'em off with sandpaper (Ow!)

Oh that's right, Robert Kelly, you'll be easy to fry

I'll throw him off a cliff, for shit, he believes he can fly

He's as creepy as the rest he's just the best pretender

"I'm the world's greatest"

World's greatest what, sex offender? (Ahuh)

And XXXtentacion (Are you a satanist?)

I don't even know if that's the right pronunciation

But, whatever his name is, however you say it

Shit, I read the full reports and now I get why you're hated

What you did to that girl; shit, you should hate yourself (You should hate yourself)

Sit and take a nail, tighten that choker, asphyxiate yourself

Legally, you're probably screwed (Yes)

Her story's just too fucking detailed not to be true (Hang on a sec)

But all you doin' is complain, X

We see you crackin' 'cause of the hate, X

Dang, X, that's just what comes along with the fame, X (X)

Like shitty skaters who aren't built for the game, X

X Games, got a pen game that could flame X

Shain X, in this food chain I'm the apex

So with your emotions it look like you fuckin' take X

We are not the same, X (No)

I threw the newest iPhone out the fucking window

Just because that shit was named X (Ah fuck!)

(There, throw that in your blogs)

When I was like 11 maybe I met Kevin Spacey

He was hella rapey, tryna convince me 'to gettin' nakey

He was drunk and wanted me to go and sit up in his van

So I did it, I'll admit it, as a kid I was a fan

But then he tried to touch me, I'm lucky I had shit on me

That Swiss Army, he went to grab my dick I stabbed his arm

He started bleedin' all over the center console

He rushed out of the car and then he tripped over a pothole

I kicked him in his head until his ears bled

Then I kept on kickin' him 'til he appeared dead (Dead)

Then I hopped up in his driver's seat and went and put his whip in drive

Ran him over, backed it up and then repeated it like 50 times

Webby kill with rhymes (Rhymes)

You see that is just my skillset

You do some shit that I don't like you'll end up on my list next

I stomp on all these insects with sick interests

Who infest society, now who shall I rip next? (Ah!)

Ah yes, Bill Cosby, you always wanna be tough

Cosby's show was my shit, why did you fuck that all up?

If what they say is true, and you were fucking chicks

That's knocked out on the very same quaaludes you gave them

That's rape dude!

C'mon Bill, you shoulda known better

When I heard that shit I went and threw out all my old sweaters

And we don't really gotta make this shit a whole lecture

Just omeone drag him out back and put down this old yella (Old yella)

In Subway, Jared, now it's your turn to get merked

Out of this whole list of shitty people you are the worst (You are the worst)

I hope that jail food makes you get fat again

And you get so depressed that everytime you see your wrists you think of slashing them

Well, thinkin' back to the days of that footlong diet

Or that money, and the fame what you wanted, you could buy it

Shit you had it all, all you had to do was eat sandwiches

But when there's kiddie porn on your drive, how quick it vanishes

Irreversible damages, so now you're in the system

And I really hope someone's been making you their bitch in prison

Nah, fuck that! I hope somebody kills you

That was not a punchline, I hope somebody fucking kills you! (Kills you!)

And Ted Cruise? It's time for round number two

I know you're not a sex offender but, I mean, fuck you!

Just for being you, you and that face that I wanna bruise

I'll mention you on every single Raw Thoughts that I do

Bitch, see I been levelin' up from a dope rapper (Yah!)

To Jeff Ross status, they call me the roast master

Now hold back, I'll attack, with these raps so tightly packed

Full of little lyrical gems that you gotta replay the track (Yah!)

The top of my game is still ascending (still ascending)

All I see is fire emojis up in my mentions (fire)

All I hear is fans saying "Webby's on that shit again"

And all I know's a whole lot more people are listening (Fucker)

But when people have it coming I can't help but to say shit

Only if they deserve it, those are my rules of engagement

Plus it's fun for me to write it, for you it is entertainment

So fuck the whole world, I'm reloaded and dangerous (Bang)

Droppin' every Wednesday for this whole year

Ain't no motherfuckin' else like me up on this whole sphere

We call Earth, we till dirt, I live life with no fear

I'm comin' after everything you hold dear

Raw Thoughts (Raw Thoughts)

These motherfuckin' Raw Thoughts (Raw Thoughts)

Fuck everybody! (Everybody!)

I'm out, yeah!