Artist: Chris Webby f/ ANoyd, Apathy, Mickey Factz, Nems, Ren Thomas Album: Next Wednesday (Mixtape) Song: Apex Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chris 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 [Nems] (Nems!!) 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 ("We're sorry, you're reaching number that has been disconnected") What the fuck? [Apathy] Your father should've pulled out and blew it all over your mom's rear Your trash to pop beers on the back of a John Deere (Apathy) Better cop no dolls, 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 [?] 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, [?] wanna fight 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 [ANoyd] (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 of the curb and a version 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 [Mickey Factz] (Mickey) This dude limitless, true penmanship Born cam, get too out the frame Did you picture this? (Factz) 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 vibe [Ren Thomas] (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 caps sinks 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 [Chris Webby] 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 Fake 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 chopper 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 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 decks