Church (Intro) Lyrics
| Song | Church (Intro) |
| Artist | Chris Webby |
| Album | There Goes the Neighborhood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Welcome, welcome! | |
| All you ninjas! | |
| Come on in and make some room | |
| Move on over, now! | |
| Go - watch out for the baby head! | |
| The baby... | |
| You about to head the baby in the head.. | |
| Why you gotta take up both seats? | |
| Just move on over! | |
| Lets start the show | |
| We have a special guest tonight... | |
| He goes by the name of | |
| Chris Webby | |
| Now, this you man, hails from | |
| Connecticut | |
| After six mixtapes | |
| After half a million dollars | |
| After 20 million | |
| YouTube views | |
| Countless sold out shows | |
| And many a satisfied fan! | |
| All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your... | |
| Chris Webby | |
| You see I'm buzzin' now | |
| Shovel in hand | |
| I dug from the underground | |
| Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds | |
| They used to run they mouth | |
| Shit, they | |
| Daffy Duckin' now! | |
| Came out spittin' | |
| First photo shoot was my ultrasound | |
| Throwin' up my middle fingers in my | |
| Mother's uterus | |
| Spittin' fire off of the top | |
| Mount Vesuvius | |
| Always caught disturbing the peace | |
| They said | |
| I was Ludacris | |
| Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, bitch | |
| Smart guy like | |
| Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies | |
| On the run for killing beats ‘till the fuckin' cops found me | |
| On the loose again | |
| Apple juice and gin | |
| Out manouverin' my enemies | |
| Leave ‘em with sutures in | |
| Cut ‘em up | |
| Cause my flow is sharper than | |
| Excalibur | |
| Maximus, Decimus, | |
| Maridius to these challengers | |
| Gladiator in the flesh | |
| Swinging for your fucking neck | |
| Slicing up these beats | |
| While you bitches can even cut a check | |
| Up next, final stop, success, like… | |
| Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, hold on... | |
| You gots to teach these boys how to rap.. | |
| Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap. | |
| It's wack | |
| You got to show them the multi-syllable schemes | |
| You got to show them the air-tight flow | |
| You got to show them, them punchlines | |
| Now get on in there and do your thing, son! | |
| Everything | |
| I do, I do it with heart | |
| Werewolf with a full moon in the dark | |
| Tear a fucking human apart | |
| I'm stupidly smart | |
| Started on the east | |
| But my music made a westward expansion something like | |
| Lewis and | |
| Clark Climbing up the musical charts | |
| And me falling off? | |
| That's like | |
| Bullseye from | |
| Daredevil losing at darts | |
| I'm just a crazy motherfucker | |
| Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherfucker | |
| I'm lyrically inclined | |
| Put my spirit in my rhymes | |
| Veins pumpin' hip-hop | |
| You can hear it in my lines | |
| Rollin' with a bunch of goons | |
| Everyday we grindin' on | |
| And we All | |
| Spark You can catch me up on | |
| Cybertron | |
| I am on everything | |
| Bad Meets | |
| Evil-er That's just how the cookie crumbles | |
| Motherfucking | |
| Keebler! Mark my teachers words | |
| They told me that | |
| I should be mature | |
| But now that my pockets beefed up | |
| I'm never going vegan, sir | |
| Grindin' ‘till the fuckin' day | |
| I stop breathing | |
| Word |
| Welcome, welcome! | |
| All you ninjas! | |
| Come on in and make some room | |
| Move on over, now! | |
| Go watch out for the baby head! | |
| The baby... | |
| You about to head the baby in the head.. | |
| Why you gotta take up both seats? | |
| Just move on over! | |
| Lets start the show | |
| We have a special guest tonight... | |
| He goes by the name of | |
| Chris Webby | |
| Now, this you man, hails from | |
| Connecticut | |
| After six mixtapes | |
| After half a million dollars | |
| After 20 million | |
| YouTube views | |
| Countless sold out shows | |
| And many a satisfied fan! | |
| All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your... | |
| Chris Webby | |
| You see I' m buzzin' now | |
| Shovel in hand | |
| I dug from the underground | |
| Lyrical artillery loaded with fortydozen rounds | |
| They used to run they mouth | |
| Shit, they | |
| Daffy Duckin' now! | |
| Came out spittin' | |
| First photo shoot was my ultrasound | |
| Throwin' up my middle fingers in my | |
| Mother' s uterus | |
| Spittin' fire off of the top | |
| Mount Vesuvius | |
| Always caught disturbing the peace | |
| They said | |
| I was Ludacris | |
| Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, bitch | |
| Smart guy like | |
| Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies | |
| On the run for killing beats till the fuckin' cops found me | |
| On the loose again | |
| Apple juice and gin | |
| Out manouverin' my enemies | |
| Leave em with sutures in | |
| Cut em up | |
| Cause my flow is sharper than | |
| Excalibur | |
| Maximus, Decimus, | |
| Maridius to these challengers | |
| Gladiator in the flesh | |
| Swinging for your fucking neck | |
| Slicing up these beats | |
| While you bitches can even cut a check | |
| Up next, final stop, success, like | |
| Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, hold on... | |
| You gots to teach these boys how to rap.. | |
| Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap. | |
| It' s wack | |
| You got to show them the multisyllable schemes | |
| You got to show them the airtight flow | |
| You got to show them, them punchlines | |
| Now get on in there and do your thing, son! | |
| Everything | |
| I do, I do it with heart | |
| Werewolf with a full moon in the dark | |
| Tear a fucking human apart | |
| I' m stupidly smart | |
| Started on the east | |
| But my music made a westward expansion something like | |
| Lewis and | |
| Clark Climbing up the musical charts | |
| And me falling off? | |
| That' s like | |
| Bullseye from | |
| Daredevil losing at darts | |
| I' m just a crazy motherfucker | |
| Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherfucker | |
| I' m lyrically inclined | |
| Put my spirit in my rhymes | |
| Veins pumpin' hiphop | |
| You can hear it in my lines | |
| Rollin' with a bunch of goons | |
| Everyday we grindin' on | |
| And we All | |
| Spark You can catch me up on | |
| Cybertron | |
| I am on everything | |
| Bad Meets | |
| Eviler That' s just how the cookie crumbles | |
| Motherfucking | |
| Keebler! Mark my teachers words | |
| They told me that | |
| I should be mature | |
| But now that my pockets beefed up | |
| I' m never going vegan, sir | |
| Grindin' till the fuckin' day | |
| I stop breathing | |
| Word |
| Welcome, welcome! | |
| All you ninjas! | |
| Come on in and make some room | |
| Move on over, now! | |
| Go watch out for the baby head! | |
| The baby... | |
| You about to head the baby in the head.. | |
| Why you gotta take up both seats? | |
| Just move on over! | |
| Lets start the show | |
| We have a special guest tonight... | |
| He goes by the name of | |
| Chris Webby | |
| Now, this you man, hails from | |
| Connecticut | |
| After six mixtapes | |
| After half a million dollars | |
| After 20 million | |
| YouTube views | |
| Countless sold out shows | |
| And many a satisfied fan! | |
| All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your... | |
| Chris Webby | |
| You see I' m buzzin' now | |
| Shovel in hand | |
| I dug from the underground | |
| Lyrical artillery loaded with fortydozen rounds | |
| They used to run they mouth | |
| Shit, they | |
| Daffy Duckin' now! | |
| Came out spittin' | |
| First photo shoot was my ultrasound | |
| Throwin' up my middle fingers in my | |
| Mother' s uterus | |
| Spittin' fire off of the top | |
| Mount Vesuvius | |
| Always caught disturbing the peace | |
| They said | |
| I was Ludacris | |
| Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, bitch | |
| Smart guy like | |
| Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies | |
| On the run for killing beats till the fuckin' cops found me | |
| On the loose again | |
| Apple juice and gin | |
| Out manouverin' my enemies | |
| Leave em with sutures in | |
| Cut em up | |
| Cause my flow is sharper than | |
| Excalibur | |
| Maximus, Decimus, | |
| Maridius to these challengers | |
| Gladiator in the flesh | |
| Swinging for your fucking neck | |
| Slicing up these beats | |
| While you bitches can even cut a check | |
| Up next, final stop, success, like | |
| Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, hold on... | |
| You gots to teach these boys how to rap.. | |
| Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap. | |
| It' s wack | |
| You got to show them the multisyllable schemes | |
| You got to show them the airtight flow | |
| You got to show them, them punchlines | |
| Now get on in there and do your thing, son! | |
| Everything | |
| I do, I do it with heart | |
| Werewolf with a full moon in the dark | |
| Tear a fucking human apart | |
| I' m stupidly smart | |
| Started on the east | |
| But my music made a westward expansion something like | |
| Lewis and | |
| Clark Climbing up the musical charts | |
| And me falling off? | |
| That' s like | |
| Bullseye from | |
| Daredevil losing at darts | |
| I' m just a crazy motherfucker | |
| Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherfucker | |
| I' m lyrically inclined | |
| Put my spirit in my rhymes | |
| Veins pumpin' hiphop | |
| You can hear it in my lines | |
| Rollin' with a bunch of goons | |
| Everyday we grindin' on | |
| And we All | |
| Spark You can catch me up on | |
| Cybertron | |
| I am on everything | |
| Bad Meets | |
| Eviler That' s just how the cookie crumbles | |
| Motherfucking | |
| Keebler! Mark my teachers words | |
| They told me that | |
| I should be mature | |
| But now that my pockets beefed up | |
| I' m never going vegan, sir | |
| Grindin' till the fuckin' day | |
| I stop breathing | |
| Word |
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