Welcome, welcome, I'd like to welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory I'll be your host for the evening, Chris Webby if you didn't already know, Step
the lights All the lights have died Slow dose of hell stripping what's left Sleepless for days on end And ingest life on all side I can't be reached
sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto
me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto
all the lights All the lights have died Slow dose of hell stripping what's left Sleepless for days on end And ingest life on all sides I can't be reached
nothing damm thang change All y'all niggas, y'all can't fuck with me we throwing up the C Tell me what y'all want to do and how y'all niggas really wanted
I leave you wet Bloody, sticky, holes in your Dickey's Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty My Winchester will get the best of ya Hand grenades will fade all
to die young and to try to oppose to interject new ideas to infect to replenish to keep in check to finish what we wreck while you live on tired & old we auto
't bother Prince Poetry, the man, not a myth I'm not the type that you can walk up and EFF with Don't sleep, just peep the whole damn connnnn-cept I'M OUT TO WRECK
[Rampage] Drop it Uh, ladies and gentlemen Chorus: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da squad) It's the Ramp auto nigga you've been waiting
seen 'em yet When we step on the set, y'all be quiet as kept When we come through, y'all just move through the left All that 'rah-rah' talk, you keep
caine It causes pain, we felt your death But I'ma keep rapping, to my last breath The S.U.C., is all that's left And we stealing all shows, like auto
sense of it all take a whole lot of concentration well you can't blame her baby for her pregnant ma and if there's one of these on her auto applause