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 Still I always end up in my sandbox alone They don't wanna play with me They afraid of me, I know [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 I'm a Category Four, when it rains, it pours (Yeah) Kickin' down the frame of your door I got the Hammer of Thor to send shocks that'll rattle your core 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 Kenobi, 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 fuck it, we all die (Rah) I'm only showin' up for the blood like a horsefly I don't care if it's your's, mine, on or it's offsides Fuck 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', gay 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 dick 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 I'd be sacrificin' goats with Jay-Z and Bee With a Grammy on my wall but that just ain't me What I am is a beast and ain't none of 'em ready The Baphomet can't even save 'em if they fuckin' 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 Still I always end up in my sandbox alone They don't wanna play with me They afraid of me, I know [Verse 2] Better listen, fuckin' 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 shit 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 Giant with it, follow my fee-fi with a fo-fum Solitaire with it, still playin' by my lonesome I am the mic- the microphone shogun 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 kill If I don't taste blood, it better at least spill And water the fuckin' 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 Still I always end up in my sandbox alone They don't wanna play with me They afraid of me, I know [Outro] They don't wanna play with me They afraid of me, I know They don't wanna play with me They afraid of me, I know
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Credits
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- Chris Webby