injure you lyrics – chris webby

yeah,
this is for all you sh*t talking mother f*ckers out there.
when are you living sh*t?
’cause if you push somebody to that limit,
push that wrong b*tton,
you feelin’ me?
dude’s bound to just turn around and…
psh, f*cking injure you,
know what i mean?

you’ll get injured,
grab around your neck
with my hands
and choke out every f*cking last breath if i can.
god d*mn,
i’m usually mad stoned and friendly,
but like anybody,
there are many sides to webby.

i don’t need a pistol,
i’m leaving you knocked out.
show up at your mom’s house
like b*tch, whatchu want now?
my sanity can’t be found,
try to step hither,
i’ll stab you in the liver
with a pair of blunt scissors.

run off with a switch blade,
flipped out, displayin’.
and slit my own throat first,
to show you i ain’t playin’.
with a few beers in me,
i’m a rowdy mother f*cker.
so keep talking,
i love it when you doubt me
mother f*cker.

’cause when i feel aggression,
i just grab the closest weapon
and beat ’em in the skull with it
until i make his head spin.
couldn’t matter less,
my skin color or complexion,
i’m a nut case for f*cks sake
so quit steppin’.

you’ll get injured,
and that’s just be being truthful.
i’m brutal,
beat you to death with a pool noodle.
your f*cking toy poodle
can’t step to the bite.
leaving him drinking every meal
for the rest of his life.
b*tch.

you’ll get injured,
and i ain’t playing around.
one punch make that *ss lay on the ground.
if you didn’t know before,
then i’m sayin’ it now.
yes, i’m sayin’ it now.
that you’re gonna get injured.
and i ain’t f*cking with you.
you can’t touch me,
or anyone in my crew.
you could just ask anybody,
it’s true.
if i’m comin’ for you,
then you’re gonna get injured.

feelin’ like i’m wanting to kill,
straight raging,
my boys are like
knowledge is chill.
but on the real
my pockets are filled
with pot and some pills.
ready to leave a mother f*cker
with some hospital bills.

i’m not stopping until
i see you dropping
and spill.
if the bleeding don’t kill you,
lack of oxygen will.
i’m a doctor,
not like phil,
but more like kevorkian.
get over here,
i’m bout to finish up my scorpion.

stick my fingers in between your rib cage,
force ’em in.
it’s straight open,
you’ll walk like an accordion.
i ain’t trying to pretend that i’m the hardest,
but honest,
i’m a beast talkin’
just garbage.

i’m lightweight,
i’m a lean 215,
routhless,
ready to leave a tooth
or two missing.
i’ll put the heat in your mouth
like a hooters wing
and dunk shot
at the shot
like playing hoops with kareem.

i’m blowing this king,
procede cautious,
i eat [?],
ct’s mine,
tell [?] office.
try to cross me,
arrestin’ p
son that [?].
body full of low metal,
the kanye [?].

you’ll get injured,
and i ain’t playing around.
one punch make that *ss lay on the ground.
if you didn’t know before,
then i’m sayin’ it now.
yes, i’m sayin’ it now.
that you’re gonna get injured.
and i ain’t f*cking with you.
you can’t touch me,
or anyone in my crew.
you could just ask anybody,
it’s true.
if i’m comin’ for you,
then you’re gonna get injured.

(you’ll get injured)
[x4]

/ chris webby lyrics