Chris Webby - Fer Sher Lyrics
Say that's fer sherAnd that's fer sher.That's fer sher,That's fer sher.I'm a beast.(That's fer sher)Kill a beat.(That's fer sher)Spittin' heat,'Cause you know I play for keeps.(That's fer sher)Rap nice,(That's fer sher)Plus I'm white,(That's fer sher)Just give me the micI'm a kill it,Damn right.(That's fer sher)I'm a punch line protege.Dope?Yo, I gotta be.Spit it and flip itAnd get 'em jumpin' like a wallaby.But I ain't no Rocko's Modern Life,Still these kids are watching me.Sicker than pathology,I'll vomit on youProbably.Keep rhythm like Tommy Lee.Now tell me,Who's stopping me?So everybody stand up,Get them hands up like a robbery.I'm a hot commodity,Bangin' *****es condom free,Chuggin' bottles till I'm more *****ed upThan the economy.Mic check,One two,One two,Three four five six seven eight nine,I generate rhymesI don't live in state lines.Spit so sharpI can penetrate spines.I rap fer sher,With a bag of the herb.Yes sir,ObservingActual wordsAnd I rap from the curbTo my pad in the burbs.I'm a bull moving up from the back of the herd.I'm a beast.(That's fer sher)Kill a beat.(That's fer sher)Spittin' heat,'Cause you know I play for keeps.(That's fer sher)Rap nice,(That's fer sher)Plus I'm white,(That's fer sher)Just give me the micI'm a kill it,Damn right.(That's fer sher)Said that's fer sher,When I come and show up right at your door,Smack your jaw,Got you drinkin' dinner through a plastic straw.Rap it raw,Speaking hard.Caption, just put me in charge.I'm a treat 'em like astronomersThey'll be seeing stars.A rap flower,Take your chick and bend her back over.'Cause I hit more *****Than abusive cat owners.Never catch my ass sober,I'm always passed outAnd yeah your girl's a dime,Well mine's a half ounce.I hit a track,Bounce,Rip it when I speak slow.I'm just a wild boy,You could call me Steve-OWith a mean flow,Rockin' my jeans low,Reppin' the burbsTo the fullestThat's where I be, bro.'Cause I'm a dog,I shop at Petco,See?I'm just a greasy ass white boy,S-O-B.Hot comerdaRock n' rollTo a techno beatWith a weed sackStickier than a gecko's feet.Gee,Girlies can't help themselvesLookin' at the kid,'Cause I'm so damn hotThey gotta put my in the fridge.You heard,That's my word,Chris Webby be the illest mother *****er in the burbsAnd yesThat is fer sher.I'm a beast.(That's fer sher)Kill a beat.(That's fer sher)Spittin' heat,'Cause you know I play for keeps.(That's fer sher)Rap nice,(That's fer sher)Plus I'm white,(That's fer sher)Just give me the micI'm a kill it,Damn right.(That's fer sher)Yeah,It's Chris Webby,And that's fer sher...
