Chris Webby - Injure You Lyrics
(feat. Knowledge)Yeah,This is for all you shit talking mother *****ers out there.When are you living shit?'Cause if you push somebody to that limit,Push that wrong button,You feelin' me?Dude's bound to just turn around and...Psh, *****ing injure you,Know what I mean?You'll get injured,Grab around your neckWith my handsAnd choke out every *****ing last breath if I can.God damn,I'm usually mad stoned and friendly,But like anybody,There are many sides to Webby.I don't need a pistol,I'm leaving you knocked out.Show up at your mom's houseLike *****, whatchu want now?My sanity can't be found,Try to step hither,I'll stab you in the liverWith a pair of blunt scissors.Run off with a switch blade,Flipped out, displayin'.And slit my own throat first,To show you I ain't playin'.WIth a few beers in me,I'm a rowdy mother *****er.So keep talking,I love it when you doubt meMother *****er.'Cause when I feel aggression,I just grab the closest weaponAnd beat 'em in the skull with itUntil I make his head spin.Couldn't matter less,My skin color or complexion,I'm a nut case for *****s sakeSo quit steppin'.You'll get injured,And that's just be being truthful.I'm brutal,Beat you to death with a pool noodle.Your *****ing toy poodleCan't step to the bite.Leaving him drinking every mealFor the rest of his life.*****.You'll get injured,And I ain't playing around.One punch make that ass lay on the ground.If you didn't know before,Then I'm sayin' it now.Yes, I'm sayin' it now.That you're gonna get injured.And I ain't *****ing with you.You can't touch me,Or anyone in my crew.You could just ask anybody,It's true.If I'm comin' for you,Then you're gonna get injured.Feelin' like I'm wanting to kill,Straight raging,My boys are likeKnowledge is chill.But on the realMy pockets are filledWith pot and some pills.Ready to leave a mother *****erWith some hospital bills.I'm not stopping untilI see you droppingAnd spill.If the bleeding don't kill you,Lack of oxygen will.I'm a doctor,Not like Phil,But more like Kevorkian.Get over here,I'm bout to finish up my scorpion.Stick my fingers in between your rib cage,Force 'em in.It's straight open,You'll walk like an accordion.I ain't trying to pretend that I'm the hardest,But honest,I'm a beast talkin'Just garbage.I'm lightweight,I'm a lean 215,Routhless,Ready to leave a toothOr two missing.I'll put the heat in your mouthLike a Hooters wingAnd dunk shotAt the shotLike playing hoops with Kareem.I'm blowing this king,Procede cautious,I eat [?],CT's mine,Tell [?] office.Try to cross me,Arrestin' PSon that [?].Body full of low metal,The kanye [?].You'll get injured,And I ain't playing around.One punch make that ass lay on the ground.If you didn't know before,Then I'm sayin' it now.Yes, I'm sayin' it now.That you're gonna get injured.And I ain't *****ing with you.You can't touch me,Or anyone in my crew.You could just ask anybody,It's true.If I'm comin' for you,Then you're gonna get injured.(You'll get injured)[x4]
