Def Jam Vendetta lyrics

[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 f*ck 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 (sh*t)
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, f*ck around get your neck snapped
Better go get your best scraps
You ain’t leaving alive and that’s facts
Imma sh*t on a n*gga like X lacks
Make your b*tch 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*gga down on Fairfax
Hacksaw Jim Duggan, b*tch I’m on the edge don’t push a n*ggas buttons (please)
I hack a rapper, hand the pieces for them in the oven, turn them into stuffin'
Think a n*gga bluffin'
Pull up on me cuz and sh*t'll get bizzare and this ain’t dirty dozen
.30 in the clip when n*gga'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 f*ck 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