Tread Lightly

Lyrics
[Excerpt: From the T.V. series Breaking Bad] [Hank] "I don't know who you are. I don't even know who I'm talking to." [Walt] "If that's true, if you don't know who I am, then maybe your best course would be to tread lightly." [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Listen bitch better tread lightly, I put 'em to bed nightly Shit, you'll never see me tired and losin' is less likely (yea) I got the haters mad 'cause they chick is my next wifey (Keep talking) I don't care if i got your respect, bite me (fuck off) Y'all think that people up in Connecticut can't rap Well just watch as me and Ap go and put an end to that While these other rappers countin' they chickens before they hatch (fuck it) I said fuck it, and made 'em over easy with some hash (Oh My God he's on the drugs again, holy fuck!) Urine so dirty Only at my local deli am I going cold turkey So much musical knowledge they askin' if I went to Berklee Leaving third degree burns on the microphone until they heard me I roll around with eighteen birdies and I ain't playin' golf Just them Kit-Kat bitches, I got to break 'em off Got 'em breathin' heavy as Vader givin' a monologue Mazel-tov, Wolf in the game and you just a common dog (arf) I don't even care... my name be ringin' bells like Hector Salamanca with dynamite in his wheelchair So get right, C. Webby is dead nice You don't know me, so trust me bitch just tread light [Chorus: Chris Webby] If you don't know me, then you better tread light Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic (Step, Step up, Step up) But you ain't my homie, so i'm not gonna play nice All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life (Take that motherfuckers) [Verse 2: Apathy] Shatter matter at a rate the fake evaporate Evacuate the wake, they lay the body I decapitate I take the head and tape it to the hood of my whip Foot on the metal wooden grip, floatin' like a wooden ship Shouldn't shitty rappers ask us permission to rhyme? Permission declined, the mic's booby trapped with fishin' line Finna shine since a fetus, I can see the finish line Vicious mind, victims lyin' in blood while I split your spine Now I'm spyin' on these bitches showin' titties on Vine Lookin' pretty, hoes pose in front of Hollywood signs If it comes to Me and You, you lose, every time I been deadly with the rhymes since Nirvana, Nevermind Never whine, never cryin', never dyin', I'm designed Out of iron, I'm a lion, I'm defined as divine I'm Allah, I'm Jehovah, Amen-rah, I'm a soldier I'm a boulder-movin' mutant, super human, shit is over Supernova, super soaker full of acid, I'm blastin' I'm blackin' out, passin' out laughin' at the fact that you rappin' I'm rapidly crackin' you crackers in the cabbage for braggin' I'm body baggin' hoes, y'all shorter then Bilbo Baggins [Chorus: Chris Webby] If you don't know me, then you better tread light Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic (Step, Step up, Step up) But you ain't my homie, so i'm not gonna play nice All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life (Take that motherfuckers)
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Credits
- Writers
- Chris Webby
- Apathy