[Intro: Chris Webby]
If you step to me, I'mma hold my ground
My words are weaponry, I'mma lay you down

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah, you gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta
No one better, word to my abuela
Cheese getta, sharp cheddar, mozzarella
Super-powered, supervillain, super shredder
Busta Rhymes and I flip modes
Tall stacks like big show
You want to look at me eye to eye, then you best get on your tiptoes
Got sick flows, and I flex raps, come face off and I’ll bet stacks
And then your favorite rapper I will bring back celebrity deathmatch
I’m Triple H, all in they face
Undertaker with a shovel out
Rashiki how my name carry weight
Hardy Boyz how I doubled down
The Rock before he was Dwayne Johnson
Raising up with that eyebrow
Elbow leave 'em unconscious
Called a fight when they lie down
Too high now to come back to earth
Feel like I’m living in Space Balls
They hit the ground like rainfall
Choke slam the fuck out of Jake Paul
Got a mask on like mankind, Webby up in his damn prime
So facing off with me right now, you must be out of your damn mind
Got a belt on, tell me how that look
Take a Diamond Dallas page out of my book
If you want to learn the rap recipe, then I can teach ‘em how to cook, look
Weaponized with that raw sound
When I’m aiming, I’m knock 'em all down (shit)
Even if you ain’t in my sights, might catch a stray like a dog pound
Going off now like, whoa
You think black rhymes are the dough?
Hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em low
I’m a Monstar with the flow (oh)
Rowdy Roddy give 'em an experience that's outside of body
Right to the hospital lobby, yeah
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
If you step to me, I'mma hold my ground
My words are weaponry, I'mma lay you down
Yeah, you gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta)
You ain’t gon' find nobody betta (never)
Ever, ever
Send ‘em all out on a stretcher

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Ok, celebrity deathmatch, fuck around get your neck snapped
Better go get your best scraps
You ain’t leaving alive and that’s facts
Imma shit on a n***a like X lacks
Make your bitch give me top like a head wrap
I was starving couldn't even get bread scraps
Had the bounce back, let the bread stack
You may catch a n***a down on Fairfax
Hacksaw Jim Duggan, bitch I’m on the edge don’t push a n***as buttons (please)
I hack a rapper, hand the pieces for them in the oven, turn them into stuffin'
Think a n***a bluffin'
Pull up on me cuz and shit'll get bizzare and this ain’t dirty dozen
.30 in the clip when n***a's get to bussin'
I can drop the gun and we can get the scuffin’
Yeah can you smell what The Rock cooking?
Why they mean-mugging?
Tell him stop looking at my picture
Bullet at him, not good in
Give me one reason I shouldn’t, it just one thing I’m not doing it
We don’t back down in the background 1-2-3 I’m pulling
Yeah, now fuck it let’s just have a cage fight
I jump off the rope with a steak knife
Watch his body dropping and shake light
He in Harlem, doc' couldn't even save his life
He lost a lot of blood like eight pints
This a Def Jam Vendetta, if you ain’t in the bag you leaving in a stretcher
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
If you step to me, I'mma hold my ground
My words are weaponry, I'mma lay you down
You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta (Detta)
You ain’t gon' find nobody betta (Ever)
Ever, ever
Send ‘em all out on a stretcher