Songtext Bowser Chris Webby

Bowser

Call me bowser, hit ?em on a floor like a boss, bitch,
It's inevitable that you step onto my level, then end up leaving with a loss, bitch.
Line in the sand and I crossed it, grinding 'till I'm exhausted,
Never gonna put the mic down, I'm here right now, so what you want, bitch?
Still here, ?cause I flow rhymes, mixtape shit since '09,
Only white dude in the game who made it this far without a co-sign.
Baby and now it's show time, they telling that it's yo time,
Freestyling my destiny, bitches, I never wrote mine.
So learn my fucking name, ?cause no, we not the fucking same.
I'm fighting for my life and the title just like the Hunger Game.
Had together my success, that connect to get rough neck,
Anytime a beat gets killed, they're looking for me, ?cause they know I'm the suspect.
Leaving the competition upset, grabbing their girl, then we fuck, yes
They stepping at me in a battle when winning, that's like me passing a drug test.
Shit will not happen, ready for action, grabbing a mic and I'm getting it cracking.
No need for the bragging, I know that I'm dope.
And homie, you ain't even a fraction of what I can do,
I'm coming for you and steadily killing the rappin'.
So fuck it, I'm through I'm pummeling crews and leaving that cipher laughing
Taking bottles to the face 'till I'm like fuck, man, so dirty
My entourage follows behind me with dust pans, so slow it down some,sippin on my Styrofoam,
Trapped inside of Webby'w world like Pauly Shore in Biodome.
I roll in eighth a fire, just so it can take me higher, molten lava flow and smoking my volcano vaporizer.
I haven't made it yet, ?cause rap is full of politics, so all you politicians suck my dick until you swallow it.
My dreams must have a twitter accound, ?cause imma follow it,
And anyone or anything in my way, I'll demolish it.
Motherfucking monster, steadily ripping it proper bitches
So get to the chopper, mean as baracka, speaking that lava freaking better than tuco Salamanca.
Killer flow, bouncing around like I'm tiger on blow spitting it so, out of control, tripping the floor, the slower you thinking, the quicker I go.
Keep the bitches titties jiggling, you, I stick and go,
I'm better than you, no matter how you try to figure it, bro.
The villain is back, killing a track, won't stop 'till I got me a million in cash,
Listen to facts, R2 trigger attack, drop that magnificent rap giggity giggity giggity splat.
The illest stuff in the vicinities map, killing these bitches like trinity's back
With different rhy-rhythms, so listen to that, so Mario should do his cardio, grab a flower,
?cause you'll need to throw some fireballs if you gonna step to browser, yeah.