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chris webby - sandbox lyrics

[chorus]
strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere i go
too raw for the tv shows or the radio
and i try to make friends but

[verse 1]
see, i came for war, with the blood that’ll stain the sword
pullin’ up around the bodies that i’ll lay on the floor

and spatter the walls, that’s what i brought the janitors for
my hands on the trigger and that’s what they’ve been panickin’ for
i’ll go to war like ken0bi, yoda and anikan or harrison ford
and i’m hittin’ the warp drive
get caught like a fall guy with a– ’til they crosseyed
i got crosshairs on the hair on the heads and the jawlines
on my enemies i will squeeze until f_ck it, we all die (rah)

i don’t care if it’s your’s, mine, on or it’s offsides
f_ck a line in the sand, my man, that’s small time
look around, what i’ve drawn on the grounds a fault line
all i see ’round here is afraid ass rappers
just a bunch of diddy party goin’, g_y ass rappers
flyin’ with epstein when they need to get away
and because they tend to like ’em underage, ass rappers
flight log of the plane, ass rappers
suck a d_ck for the fame, ass rappers
yeah, this game ass backwards
just a bunch of fake ass rappers
makin’ illuminati hand gesturin’ like they in a gang, ass rappers
listen, i used to think if i was actually fire
and had the talent to inspire from a track to the cypher
and worked hard on my craft, i could bridge the gap
but silly me, if i’d spent that time traffickin’ minors

what i am is a beast and ain’t none of ’em ready
the baphomet can’t even save ’em if they f_ckin’ with webby (baow)
[chorus]
strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere i go
too raw for the tv shows or the radio
and i try to make friends but

[verse 2]
better listen, f_ckin’ with webb’s a bad choice
like hirin’ the clinton’s for babysittin’
i’m flippin’, bust a couple shots with precision
even the devil second guessin’ messin’ with christian
no stoppin’ the sh_t i write, if i got you up in my sights
i can’t help but to squeeze one off
no one’s off limits tonight
whether politician or pope to obama and big mike
pardon me, i meant to say his very masculine wife
yeah, you could say i’m used to bein’ in hot water
ever since the thoughts that i got, got raw’er
sacred cows around me get slaughtered
duraflame flow, when i spark i’m a firestarter
don’t bark up the wrong tree and don’t step in the wrong puddle
’cause webby’s a raw dog, need a leash or a strong muzzle
i suggest you reconsider before you go start trouble
trust, you dont want your name up in one of my thought bubbles
i started as a cub in the pride but i’ve grown some
now there ain’t a piece of the savannah that i don’t run

solitaire with it, still playin’ by my lonesome

never give ground, i bow down to no one
veins pump frozen blood of the chosen
you’ll never see another like me, the molds broken
i cause commotion, i fit the bill
of an apex predator in for the k!ll
if i don’t taste blood, it better at least spill
and water the f_ckin’ plants on the dirt of the battlefield
got wounds that won’t heal but left a lot too
that’s why they regrouped platoons and withdrew
i play solitaire ’cause they scared to lose
better run_run when i come through
[chorus]
strike fear in the heart of my foes everywhere i go
too raw for the tv shows or the radio
and i try to make friends but

[outro]

- chris webby lyrics

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