This is a song about "Web design"

You caught in the web of that woman

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Was mine and my design,

The web you created in your head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Its too late your already caught in my web

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