World Wide Web - Chris Webby

You’ve got mail

Woo, check the WiFi

Call your internet provider, grab a lighter

Smoke a fire in this bitch until we quite high

Got the K-9 unit barking at me every single motherfucking time that I’ma ride by

Yeah, hit the pedal yelling «Bye bye!»

But if y’all really want beef, I’ma get on Uber Eats

Turn this bitch into a Five Guys,

tell 'em I’ll chow down

A tyrannosaurus rex every time I take a step

It be followed by a loud sound

Make a motherfucker bow down

When they see my silhouette through tinted windows at Around Town

I’m a goddamn genius

The word’s over their head like a meme and shit

I’ll use a motherfucker’s name, never sneak a diss

I’m never scared, bone crusher, I don’t plead the fifth

Too many checks to count

When I factor in the next amount?

Shit I’ma need to get a tenth account

I’m all over the web, call me Wreck-it-Ralph

So if they try’na pop up I’ma X them out

But I ain’t left the house in days

And I’m still all in your face

On a website, because Web’s sight is 20/20 get on Web’s page

Bitch, I’m here to stay

Better tell them that I’m here now

I’m the antidote

One of the rawest on the whole damn Atlantic coast

And somebody beating me up in this motherfucking ring

That’s like Donald Trump winning the Hispanic vote

I’ll bum rush the game

Saying «Motherfucker, what’s my name?»

Yeah, cloth isn’t cut the same

I’ll be spitting 'til I bust a vein

Now tell me what’s my name?

What’s my name?

What?

It’s W, W, W, dot

It’s worldwide web and I’m gunning for the top

It’s W, W, W, dot

Yeah, it’s worldwide web, motherfucker, and I’m coming for your spot

Yelling «Fuck your feelings»

Yeah, my aim on point I don’t care what the fuck y’all feeling

Yeah it’s worldwide web

Woo, hit the log in

You got motherfucking mail, leave a trail of the breadcrumbs everywhere I’m

walking

Hansel and Gretel with a touch of heavy metal and some late 90s rap in my

Walkman

Tell 'em I will never soften

I ran through your place, put hands on your face like I

Listen, I go hard for weeks with dope bars, repeat

Any hater in my way, Control, Alt, Delete

Call me Worldwide Web, a Christian Bourdain

All I do is board planes

I wrote off the seats as a business expense

Sick when I flip my sentence

I rip shit, spit tremendous

And cock back and swing with the fists of vengeance

Relentless, everybody in attendance gon' see

You don’t wan' be fucking with me

Rule so fucking deep, you’d think we under the seats

Yeah with the punches that’ll buckle your knees

You would think you watching the WWE

Come and you’ll see

Listen, I be coming correct

Throw your chips down, man fuck it, I’ma double your bet

Shit I’ll run in just to pull in on a rug and I’ll jet

I live a wild life, WWF

Yeah it’s WW dot com

Worldwide Web in your CD Rom

I been all up on the internet dropping bombs

Ever since I was Myspace friends with Tom

I’m about to bum rush the same

Tell me motherfucker, what’s my name

Yeah our cloth isn’t cut the same

I’ll be spitting 'til I bust a vein

Now tell me what’s my name?

What’s my name?

What?

It’s W, W, W, dot

It’s worldwide web and I’m gunning for the top

It’s W, W, W, dot

Yeah, it’s worldwide web, motherfucker, and I’m coming for your spot

Yelling «Fuck your feelings»

Yeah, my aim on point I don’t care what the fuck y’all feeling

Yeah it’s worldwide web