Webby's mother was a middle school teacher at Nathan Hale Middle School, his father was a guitarist and he was their only child. He started listening to rap at a young age admiring Eminem, he then started writing his own raps in 2000 at age 11. He attended Greens Farms Academy, a private school in Westport, Connecticut.
Webster has differentiated himself from similar acts in the new hip-hop/frat rap genre through his detailed attention to wordplay. He is recognizable by the high number of tattoos covering his body, most of which pertain to video games (Mortal Kombat, Mario, Boo the Ghost, etc.) or to aspects of 90's culture (Transformers).
He told AllHipHop in 2013, that he uses Adderall in the studio, which he is prescribed. He explained that he was diagnosed with ADD at a young age and has been on attention medication throughout his life. He says to this day that he has very bad attention deficit disorder.
Webster's devoted fans are know as "Ninjas."
House Party Cypher
Chris Webby Lyrics
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Go so hard like a callus be, uh
Burning more things than calories
KID: I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?
BarsTaLoan: You feel me? You see me right? I got bars, kid
KID: Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though?
BarsTaLoan: Chris Webby? Man I ain’t worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I’m the illest out here in CT, I’m not worried bout no motherfucking ninja turtles, fuck a Mario man, this motherfucker looks like fucking Rob Dyrdek and shit, fuck that dude
KID: Funny story, he’s here right now!
BarsTaLoan: Oh word, like here? At this part?
KID: Ayo Web!
BarsTaLoan: Nah nah nah it’s cool....
KID: Web!
BarsTaLoan: Yo chill, chill, chill, chill…
KID: Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy
BarsTaLoan: Yo man, Bar Stallone that’s my name. Introduce me as Bar Stallone, Please
KID: Fuck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch
WEBBY: What!?
BarsTaLoan: Yo he’s busy man just leave him alone, cmon man
WEBBY: Fucking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I’ll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the fuck is up?
KID: This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the fuck time it is
WEBBY (sighs): Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny!
BarsTaLoan: Who the fuck is Kenny…
WEBBY: Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man
KENNY: Right now?
WEBBY: C’mere man, just come over here man
KENNY: Alright, alright I’m coming
WEBBY: Ayo everybody keep it down for a second
BarsTaLoan: No no no keep partying, y’all keep going
WEBBY: Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready?
KENNY (in robot voice): I’m ready
BarsTaLoan: What the fuck is that?
[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
Yo, it’s Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherfucker wants me to rap
I’m about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs
I’m just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works
Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I’ll never hold a curse
Jerking off until my motherfucking shoulder hurts
Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts
Help an older lady across the road, “hey can I hold your purse?”
Then kick her in front of a moving bus, “oh no, she’s hurt!”
Shit I’m pretty sure she’s dead but you can check yourself
While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell
Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
I’m on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder
That she getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider
Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in
He’s a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
I don’t need a reason
I’m creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
You won’t see me leaving, I’m running through that
Stomp you to death then throw my Nike’s back on the shoe rack
Huh I’ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
Somebody told me orange is the new black
So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper
And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
It’s weird that I ain’t crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor
Sike, I’m off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherfucker
WEBBY: Your turn, bro
BarsTaLoan: I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro
WEBBY: Oh yeah? That’s cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!?!
In the song "House Party Cypher," Chris Webby features BarsTaLoan and Kenny to make an interesting lyrical composition. The song starts with BarsTaLoan and a kid talking about his rap skills, and soon there's a surprise entry of Chris Webby into the party. BarsTaLoan is not too pleased about it and starts talking smack about him. The kid then calls upon Webby to check out BarsTaLoan's rapping skills. Webby then calls upon Kenny to provide the beat, which Barstalloan questions. The composition then shifts into a freestyle rap, and Chris Webby takes the lead. The lyrics range from controversial to hilarious, with references to abortion clinics, veganism, and sneaky sex offenders.
The song is a perfect example of freestyle rapping, where the lyrics are made up spontaneously. The composition reflects the informal atmosphere of a house party, where anything can go. The inclusion of references such as "Eric Koston fail" and "orange is the new black" show the performer's interests and inclinations. Chris Webby's leading freestyle rap highlights the ease with which he can make up a rap that entertains and amuses, while BarsTaLoan's reluctance to sing shows his informal approach to his rapping skills.
Line by Line Meaning
Flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy
I am riding in the car, feeling like a star, similar to how stars look in a galaxy.
Go so hard like a callus be, uh
I am working so hard that it feels like a callus on a hand.
Burning more things than calories
I am burning more things than just calories, perhaps like bridges or relationships.
I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?
I see that you are working hard, my friend.
You feel me? You see me right? I got bars, kid
Do you understand what I am saying? Do you see me and my talent? I have the bars/rhymes, young one.
Word? That’s what’s up man
Really? That's great, man.
Chris Webby? Man I ain’t worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I’m the illest out here in CT, I’m not worried bout no motherfucking ninja turtles, fuck a Mario man, this motherfucker looks like fucking Rob Dyrdek and shit, fuck that dude
I don't care about Chris Webby, I am the most talented rapper in CT. I am not concerned with anyone else, even if they were ninja turtles or Mario. Chris Webby looks like Rob Dyrdek and I don't like him.
Oh word, like here? At this part?
Oh really? He is here at this party?
Nah nah nah it’s cool....
No, it's fine.
Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy
Come see this amazing rapper's skills, he is very talented.
Yo man, Bar Stallone that’s my name. Introduce me as Bar Stallone, Please
My name is Bar Stallone. Please introduce me by that name.
Fuck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch
Get out of here. Hey Web, let go of that woman.
What!? ... Fucking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I’ll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the fuck is up?
What?! ... Alright then, fine. Hey, girl, you stay here for five minutes, I will come back. (to kid) What do you want? What's going on?
This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the fuck time it is
This guy is being disrespectful. Show him how talented you are.
Ayo everybody keep it down for a second
Hey everyone, quiet down for a moment.
What the fuck is that?
What is that noise/sound?
Yo, it’s Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherfucker wants me to rap...
Hey, it's Chris Webby. I am at this party and I was asked to rap.
Your turn, bro
Now it's your turn to rap, my friend.
I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro
Actually, I need to save my voice because I have an open mic tomorrow.
Oh yeah? That’s cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!?!
Oh really? That's cool, bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to continue drinking?
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, KENNY URBAN
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