Songtext Def jam vendetta Chris Webby

Def jam vendetta

You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta
No one better word to my abuela
She’s getting sharp cheddar, mozzarella
Super-powered, supervillain, super shredder
Busta Rhymes and I flip mode
Tall stacks like big show
You want to look at me eye to eye then you best get on your tiptoes
Got sick flows, and I flex wraps, come face off and I’ll bet stacks
Your favorite rapper rubbing that celebrity deathmatch
I’m triple A Charles in your face
Undertaker with a shovel out
Rashiki how my name carry weight
Hardy Boyz how I doubled down
The Rock before you with Dwayne Johnson
Raising up with that eyebrow
They’ll vote leave them unconscious
Called a fight when they lie down
To I now to come back herb, feel like I’m living in Space Balls
They hit the ground like rainfall choke slamming, fuck out of Jake Paul
Got a mask on like mankind, Webby up in his damn prime
So facing off with me right now, you must be out of your damn mind
Got a belt on, tell me how that look
Take a Diamond Dallas Page out of my book
If you want to learn the rap recipe, then I can teach 'em how to cook, look
Weaponize with that raw sound
When I’m aiming, I’m knock 'em all down (shit)
Even if you ain’t in my sights, my kids are straight like a dog pound
Going off now like, whoa
You think black [?]?
Hit him, I hit him I, hit him low
I’m a monster with the flow (oh)
Rowdy rowdy give 'em an experience without a body
Right to the hospital lobby

If you step to me, I'mma hold my grandma words
Are wrapping spree, I'mma lay you down
You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta)
You ain't gon' find nobody better (Ever)
Ever, ever
Send 'em all out on a strecher

On a stretcher celebrity deathmatch fuck around your neck snap better go get your best grabs
You ain’t leaving alive in as fact
Some sshit only nnigga like X lacks make it fit
Give me child like a handrail
I was starving can even get rid of scratch
Had the bounce back lift
The breast that you may catch a nigga down on Fairfax
It’s all Jim Duggan bitch, I’m gonna end up pushing niggas buttons please
I had a rabbit in the pieces put them in the oven turn them into stopping thinking nigga
Pull up and pull up on me cause it’s s***** give his on this and dirty dozen 30 in equipment nigga
Get the bus and I can drop the gun and we get asked often if you Yeah can you smell what The Rock cooking?
Body mean-mugging tell him stop looking
At my picture bullet that I’m not good
Give me one reason I shouldn’t, it just one thing I’m not doing it
We don’t back down in the background 123 I’m pulling
The fuck it let’s just have a cage fighter
I jump off the road It’s date night
Watches body dropping and shake light
And hard I can’t even save his life
He lost a lot of blood like eight pints
This a Def Jam van get a king in the bag leaving in a stretcher

If you step to me, I'mma hold my grandma words
Are wrapping spree, I'mma lay you down
You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta)
You ain't gon' find nobody better (Ever)
Ever, ever
Send 'em all out on a strecher