Lyrics Apex - Chris Webby feat. Nems, Apathy, Anoyd, Mickey Factz & Ren Thomas
Webby)
We
the
food
chain's
Apex
And
motherfucker
we
ain't
ate
yet
Any
food
sitting
on
your
plate's
what
we'll
take
next
Keep
it
dirty
on
the
mic,
but
we
stay
fresh
Set
fire
to
your
tape
decks
Let
them
burn
a
flame
on
your
set
You
run
off
on
the
plug,
we
just
hang
the
connect
Put
this
in
your
tape
deck,
it'll
break
the
cassette
Soon
as
I
finish
writing
my
verse,
I
bang
on
my
chest,
Cause
I'm
a
apex
predator
Spray
TECs,
wet
you
up
You
a
bridesmaid
at
a
same-sex
wedding
bruh
Your
best
work
is
shit
we
do
on
the
regular
Homie
you
not
a
killa,
at
best
you
an
embezzler
Sneak
thief,
whack
bars
and
weak
beats
Hatin'
on
us
in
the
game
from
the
cheap
seats
I
will
pull
up
on
your
girl
like,
beep,
beep
Bitch
get
in
the
motherfucking
car
and
eat
meat
I
know
your
mother,
she
ain't
raised
no
shooter
And
that
chain
is
garbage
you
should
hate
your
jeweler
Give
my
little
man
a
ounce
of
haze
and
buddah
Have
him
pull
up
on
a
Razer
scooter,
blaze
and
shoot
ya
I
grind
hard
every
day
cause
we
ain't
getting
younger
Top
of
the
food
chain
with
a
tremendous
hunger
While
Webby
was
in
the
booth
spitting
bars
I
went
into
his
phone
and
stole
Halle
Berry's
number,
what
up
2:
Apathy)
Your
father
should've
pulled
out
and
blew
it
all
over
your
mom's
rear
You're
trash
to
pop
beers
on
the
back
of
a
John
Deere
Better
cop
NoDoz,
cause
sleeping
on
this
song
here
You'll
wake
up
with
long
beards,
and
think
it's
the
wrong
year
Oh
yeah,
beat
you
to
death,
diss
you
at
the
seance
Then
cut
it
short,
like
the
hairdo
on
your
gay
Aunt
Milk
the
cassette,
scratch
the
wax
and
scribble
raps
On
scraps,
my
whole
Snapchat
and
they
snatch
So
distracting,
extracting
souls
while
I'm
relaxing
The
pyramid
builder,
windmilling
it
to
a
backspin
Adios
suckers,
I'm
peeling
out
in
the
Audi
Feeling
now
how
the
crowd
be
Real
fucking
rowdy
Fight
music,
sight
be
evil
demons
running
right
to
it
Kill
the
mic
and
resurrect
it,
then
I'll
put
a
spike
through
it
Cause
can
nobody
try
it
or
rock
it
I'll
tie
it
to
a
rocket,
and
fire
it
at
a
fiery
comet
You're
finally
seeing
my
psychotic
side
when
I'm
on
it
Invite
me
to
flaunt
it,
you
saw
it
and
you
violently
vomit
I'm
the
worst
case
scenario
like
AIDS
in
your
flu
shots
You
rappers
scared
of
flow
should
take
a
bath
with
your
boombox
Rarish
and
rick
rude,
in
a
savage
and
sick
mood
Turn
rappers
to
fish
food,
get
masses
of
chicks
nude
The
apex
predator,
Ap
circles
the
sharks
Soon
as
the
verse
starts,
the
vets
give
purple
hearts
3:
Anoyd)
Yo,
possibly
raps
illest
I
knew
these
wack
spitters
were
catfittish
And
I'm
flabbergasted
that
you
attached
with
it
If
I
subtract
fingers,
can
you
add
mit
it
I'm
that
wicked,
you'll
get
it
later
like
last
minute
Shock
critics,
infinite
Swim
underwater
with
a
trump
supporter
And
don't
come
up
till
I'm
sure
I
can
really
cure
lung
disorder
With
a
bunch
of
quarters,
I'm
sure
I
could
fund
your
public
order
But
I'm
keeping
everything
to
myself
when
amongst
a
whore
To
kinda
saw
that
Webby
call
when
he
need
me
to
murk
a
verse
Then
I
slur
my
words
like
a
durt
ma
gurt
when
converting
herbs
Into
certain
thirds
at
the
curb
and
a
virgin
you
don't
deserve
When
the
curtain,
Says
do
not
disturb
and
you
still
observe,
it's
a
burden
We
the
food
chain
apex,
in
a
tape
deck
Ain't
no
way
you
can
escape
death
I
wear
my
air
forces
when
it's
pouring
the
rain,
check
The
food
chain's
apex
I
feel
like
a
plane
wreck
in
the
main
deck
This
dude
limitless,
true
penmanship
Born
cam,
get
too
out
the
frame
Did
you
picture
this?
I
move
militant,
too
intricate,
who's
into
this
I'm
only
the
good
elements
off
the
food
pyramid
You
listeners
need
to
hire
a
nutritionist
King
with
these
cool
images,
rule
villages
Y'all
food
primitives
Did
my
research
on
you
shitty
buffoon
lyricists,
so
technically
Y'all
could
say
that
I
do
due
diligence
This
a
school
syllabus
Learn
what
I
earned,
I
urge
you
to
move
different
Or
squirm
and
get
burned
from
the
words,
I
spew
cinemas
Remove
privileges,
Tom
Hardy
i'm
too
venomous
Without
CGI,
the
genie
fly
Make
a
wish,
colorful
aliens,
graffiti
mind
We
be
riding,
see
me
try
to
just
keep
in
line
Make
a
move,
without
moving
I
get
that
Ouija
vibeVerse
5:
Ren
Thomas)
I've
been
making
bodies
disappear
like
Bin
Laden's
Need
people
to
send
dollars
every
time
my
pen
rhyming
Fact
is
I
need
ten
commas
next
to
the
name
Ren
Thomas
Tell
the
truth,
with
a
gun
to
my
head
I'm
dead
honest
Tired
of
them
comments
Saying
I
look
like
so-and-so
But
these
rap
cats
will
never
reach
me,
like
my
phone
is
broke
Ass
on
sniffing
packs
so
[?]
in
the
bathroom
While
y'all
suck
at
whatever
rapper
you
get
attached
to
I'm
raising
bars
like
[?]
old
man
I'm
in
the
trenches
everyday,
going
Rambo
ham
I
peep
how
they
plagiarize,
think
I'm
slipping
you
plagiarize
Beef
on
my
team
and
doctors
will
stabilize
I
ain't
cocky,
how
great
am
I?
Since
I
was
8 or
9
I
first
ever
created
rhymes,
took
the
game
and
made
it
mine
Had
a
Mother's
Against
Drunk
Driving
meeting
in
the
road
Afterwards
we
got
drunk
in
the
parking
lot
and
drove
Got
Dr.
Jekyll's
personality,
with
nothing
to
hide
I'm
In-N-Out,
of
my
mind
Double-double
with
fries
So
cover
your
eyes,
you
gon'
need
a
spot
you
could
hide
Or
hop
in
the
ride,
leave
town
and
cop
a
disguise
The
Lord
of
the
Flies
Face
war
paint
with
the
pig's
blood
Always
on
the
grind
since
the
times
that
I
flipped
bud
Running
up
a
tab
but
I'm
still
tipping
like
Slim
Thug
Underground
money
shit
I'm
hustling
with
dig
dug
Rap
hot,
spelling
out
my
syllables
in
caps
lock
Sharper
than
a
slap
chop
blade
when
the
track
drop
If
you
disagree,
suck
a
fat
cock
Catch
me
outside,
like
a
motherfucking
airport
bag
drop
Twenty
in
the
matchbox,
we
gon'
start
a
fire
now
Still
just
warming
up
while
my
competition
is
dying
down
Sway
labeled
me
a
hyena
but
wear
a
lion's
crown
You
better
get
to
lying
down
Welcome
to
our
fucking
side
of
town
Yeah
we
them
prostate
carnivores
Indominus
dinosaur,
the
kind
that
rhyme
is
watching
for
Disassemble
every
part
of
your
body
is
on
the
floor
Smashing
Aphrodite
up
on
the
throne
of
the
god
of
war
Tuco
Salamanca,
I'm
breaking
bad
for
the
genre
From
the
north,
where
the
sunset
it's
dark,
naked
and
proper
I'm
bonkers
and
button-pushing
and
contra
Konami
code
with
a
choppa
The
only
honky
they
bumping
down
in
Wakanda
Rolling
with
some
wolves
and
some
lions,
tigers
and
bears
With
some
eagles,
hawks
and
a
falcon
that's
flying
high
in
the
air
Got
a
tank
that'd
be
full
of
sharks,
And
a
silverback
that'll
tear
you
in
half
so
just
be
prepared
Yeah
they
calling
us
the
(Hook)
Food
chain's
Apex
And
motherfucker
we
ain't
ate
yet
Any
food
sitting
on
your
plate's
what
we'll
take
next
Keep
it
dirty
on
the
mic,
but
we
stay
fresh
Set
fire
to
your
tape
decks
We
the
food
chain's
Apex
And
motherfucker
we
ain't
ate
yet
Any
food
sitting
on
your
plate's
what
we'll
take
next
Keep
it
dirty
on
the
mic,
but
we
stay
fresh
Set
fire
to
your
tape
decksHook:
Webby)
We
the
food
chain's
Apex
And
motherfucker
we
ain't
ate
yet
Any
food
sitting
on
your
plate's
what
we'll
take
next
Keep
it
dirty
on
the
mic,
but
we
stay
fresh
Set
fire
to
your
tape
decks
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